Jack, the Giant St. Bernard 69 



His weight averaged from one hundred and 

 eighty to two hundred pounds. Like all my 

 dogs, his weight was at the lowest point 

 when we returned from our long toilsome 

 trips, often of weeks' duration. I did not 

 have the slightest trouble in breaking him 

 into his work in the harness. A few kind 

 words and a little patience, and from that 

 hour no better dog was ever harnessed. The 

 only battles I ever had with him were about 

 Cuffy, his companion. These will be de- 

 scribed later. 



Jack's place was second dog in the train. 

 He could lead splendidly and would re- 

 spond to the various calls as promptly as a 

 well trained horse does to the reins, but he 

 was of too affectionate a nature, and he and 

 his master were on too intimate terms of 

 friendship, for him to be assigned to the 

 post of leadership if the trail on which we 

 were going were a dangerous one, and Jack 

 became possessed with the idea that his be- 

 loved master was running any risk of dis- 

 aster or peril. In the very worst spots, he 

 would sometimes suddenly whirl round with 

 the whole train, and with a rush, would 

 come to the rear of the sled, where I was 

 riding, and shoving his great face in mine, 



