{"product_id":"2940148272113","title":"Adrift on an Ice-Pan (Illustrated)","description":"It was Easter Sunday at St. Anthony in the year 1908, but with us in northern Newfoundland still winter. Everything was covered with snow and ice. I was walking back after morning service, when a boy came running over from the hospital with the news that a large team of dogs had come from sixty miles to the southward, to get a doctor on a very urgent case. It was that of a young man on whom we had operated about a fortnight before for an acute bone disease in the thigh. The people had allowed the wound to close, the poisoned matter had accumulated, and we thought we should have to[2] remove the leg. There was obviously, therefore, no time to be lost. So, having packed up the necessary instruments, dressings, and drugs, and having fitted out the dog-sleigh with my best dogs, I started at once, the messengers following me with their team.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy team was an especially good one. On many a long journey they had stood by me and pulled me out of difficulties by their sagacity and endurance. To a lover of his dogs, as every Christian man must be, each one had become almost as precious as a child to its mother. They were beautiful beasts: \"Brin,\" the cleverest leader on the coast; \"Doc,\" a large, gentle beast, the backbone of the team for power; \"Spy,\" a wiry, powerful black and white dog;[3] \"Moody,\" a lop-eared black-and-tan, in his third season, a plodder that never looked behind him; \"Watch,\" the youngster of the team, long-legged and speedy, with great liquid eyes and a Gordon-setter coat; \"Sue,\" a large, dark Eskimo, the image of a great black wolf, with her sharp-pointed and perpendicular ears, for she \"harked back\" to her wild ancestry; \"Jerry,\" a large roan-colored slut, the quickest of all my dogs on her feet, and so affectionate that her overtures of joy had often sent me sprawling on my back; \"Jack,\" a jet-black, gentle-natured dog, more like a retriever, that always ran next the sledge, and never looked back but everlastingly pulled straight ahead, running always with his nose to the ground.","brand":"Lost Leaf Publications","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47072745685232,"sku":"2940148272113","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940148272113_p0.jpg?v=1763699906","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940148272113","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}