Dark spruce trees lined the frozen waterway, looking dangerous as night fell. There was no sign of life on the northerland wild, except for a string of wolfish dogs pulling on a sled. The sled carried a few items-an axe, a coffeepot, a frying pan, blankets, and a coffin. Two men wearing fur and tanned leather accompanied the sled. One of them stayed in front of it, and another at the back. So as much frost covered them that they looked like ghosts with frozen masks. Three shrill cries peirced the air. The man in front turned to his companion, "They're going after us , Bill." Bill replied , "There's hardly any meat anywhere
