VIII 



CUFFY, THE BEAUTIFUL NEWFOUNDLAND DOG 



CUFFY was the most beautiful dog I 

 ever owned. She was a thoroughbred 

 Newfoundland of the short curly- 

 haired variety. Every curl upon her seemed 

 absolutely perfect, and they were appar- 

 ently all of the same size. She was always 

 an object of admiration to every lover of 

 these noble animals. Even persons who had 

 but little love for dogs would stop and ad- 

 mire beautiful Cuffy. 



Like Jack, her inseparable companion, 

 she was a gift from the late Senator San- 

 ford, of Hamilton. In company with Jack, 

 she reached our far-off northern home on 

 the land of the Cree Indians, after a long 

 journey of about three thousand miles. 

 During this tedious trip, which occupied 

 several weeks, these two dogs were on sev- 

 eral lines of railroads and steamboats. 

 When they reached the northern limits of 

 these civilized methods of transportation, 



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