1 1 8 My Dogs in the Northland 



classes in the land. I was walking one day 

 along a well filled street in a capital city 

 of one of our Canadian Provinces with Jack 

 at my heels. Suddenly I heard my name 

 being shouted out most energetically: 



"Mr. Young! Mr. Young!" 



At first I could not make out whence the 

 calling proceeded. Soon however, as it was 

 accompanied by the waving of a red silk 

 parasol, I perceived it was from the daugh- 

 ter of the Governor of the Province, sitting 

 in a splendid carriage. 



Lifting my hat, I responded to her calls, 

 for we had met before, and she said : 



" The Judges are coming to dine at the 

 Government House to-morrow. Please 

 bring Jack up to dinner, and come your- 

 self!" 



Of course we went, Jack and I. And we 

 dined with the Governor and his family and 

 the Judges. And everybody made a great 

 fuss over Jack. 



On the railroads Jack became a great fa- 

 vourite with the trainmen. His place, on a 

 journey, was always with the baggage men, 

 and he and they had some lively but good- 

 natured romps. When I started off with 

 him on a railway journey, I always took 



