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Peter had put his snowshoes on He slung the tent bag over one shoulder and hefted his sleeping bag onto the other

“I’ll break trail,” he said, and started out Hannah set Nook to following hi down Peter’s wide tracks, leaving a trail that the sled would just fit on, with Hannah at the back on the runners, poling

It was torturous, but it worked They stuck mostly to the line of taht the sled so it wouldn’t be able toover Hannah called for a stop and wrestled the sled back into position before huphuping the teaain

Finally, there were no more blaze cuts, and the trail was visible ahead of the her head

“What’s his na on the trail

“It’s a her Her name is Nook”

“Nook?” Peter dropped his hands to his knees and aardly patted them

“C’irl, here, Nook”

Coain leaned into her traces, this ti heave that Hannah knew

“Let’s go, guys, get up get up!” she called as loudly and enthusiastically as she could They travelled the last thirtybut tea wet feet, then Nook, then Rudy, and finally Bogey, who lingered, panting, in the last bit of muddy, churned-up earth

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“We have to keep going,” Peter said He still had the tent and his sleeping bag was sitting at his feet

Hannah flicked her eyes over at the dogs “It’s too late The dogs are exhausted, and so am I”

Peter shifted his feet, nudging the bags “I could go”

“Fine, but it’s my tent”