As I reckoned it up, Nanook had fallen just short of pulling my sled ten thousand miles.

When we made ready to depart after a few days at a mission or in a town, Nanook was beside himself with joy.

I called to Nanook as we stopped on the bank, "Nanook, there's the good old Yukon again!"

I could almost tell the nature of any disturbance that arose from the tone of Nanook's bark.