124 My Dogs in the Northland 



old Rover, the famous dog doctor of my 

 wounded dogs in other days. I have always 

 felt confident that Rover could have cured 

 that wounded shoulder of Jack. Other dogs 

 with great wounds were cured by him, but 

 alas ! poor Jack was too far away from him, 

 and so we thus lost him. And when he died 

 there was sadness and gloom in that house 

 for many a day, for even the children were 

 comfortless and lonesome, for they could 

 not easily forget their great playmate and 

 protector. 



We buried Jack at the foot of a beautiful 

 Canadian maple tree. If, as John Wesley 

 and many other thoughtful learned men be- 

 lieved, there is to be a resurrection for the 

 brute creation, surely Jack deserved it. 

 And why should he not have it? 



