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often did become discouraged, and by both 

 voice and whip had to be urged on in the 

 laborious toil, but Jack was game to the 

 end of the journey. However, when the 

 work was done and he was once more 

 stretched out on the wolf-skin rug in the 

 study in the Mission home, he seemed to 

 know that he had well earned his rest and 

 most thoroughly did he enjoy it. For three 

 or four days he just wanted to be severely 

 let alone; after that he was himself again, 

 ready to romp with the little ones, to whom 

 he was most loyally attached, or to tease the 

 Indian servant girl in the kitchen, in ways 

 that at times nearly drove her distracted, 

 but which provoked everybody else to laugh- 

 ter. In various ways he was useful about 

 the house. When coming in after a heavy 

 day's work, footsore and tired, all I had to 

 do was to shout out: "Slippers!" At 

 once Jack understood and immediately the 

 search for the slippers began. As some- 

 times, to try his skill, they had purposely 

 been hid, it was amusing to see how dili- 

 gently he searched every room in the house 

 until he found them. The longer the search, 

 the greater seemed the pride with which he 

 proudly brought them to me. One day when 



