IV 



JACK, THE GIANT ST. BERNARD 



U A POOR Missionary's dog; please 



f\ don't steal him." 



This was what was engraved on 

 the brass plate that was securely fastened 

 to the collar-like strap that was on his neck. 

 He was a magnificent St. Bernard dog, and 

 his name was Jack. For more than a month 

 he had been en route, and during that time, 

 in various styles of conveyances, he had 

 travelled over three thousand miles. He 

 had been accompanied by a very beautiful 

 thoroughbred Newfoundland dog, whose 

 name was Cuffy. They were both the gift 

 of the Hon. Senator Sanford, of Hamilton, 

 Ontario. 



Sick and disgusted with the native Es- 

 kimo and mongrel dogs of that Northland, 

 with their many shortcomings and wretched 

 tricks, I had written out to friends in civili- 

 zation to come to my rescue by securing for 

 me some of the large, valuable dogs tbat 

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