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industriously worked away, carrying in 

 stick after stick, until told that there was 

 enough. He was very proud and happy 

 when told that he had done well. It was no 

 easy task, as the sticks of wood were at 

 least three feet long and each weighed sev- 

 eral pounds. 



Jack soon learned that we considered this 

 one of his clever accomplishments, and so 

 when he wished to especially show off or 

 win some extra, compliments or favours he 

 industriously went to work carrying in 

 wood. 



There was hardly a long winter journey 

 taken but Jack gave us something to laugh 

 at, or caused us to be intensely interested 

 in some new exhibition of his sagacity or 

 skill. My Indian drivers all learned to love 

 him for his marvellous strength and staying 

 powers. Still it was evident that they were 

 a little afraid of him, on account of his 

 enormous size. Only once did I ever see an 

 Indian driver lift a whip, as though to strike 

 him. The blow never fell. Jack saw the 

 movement, and although he was the second 

 dog in the train, he whirled round so sud- 

 denly on the man, dragging Koona the 

 leader with him, that that Indian had no 



