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cared Cuffy. To that spot would she swim, 

 and when she reached it she would raise 

 herself up as high as she could and then 

 howl and cry for assistance. 



Poor Jack ! He was simply wild with 

 excitement. In vain would he reach down 

 as far as he could, and bark back to her, in 

 response to her bowlings. Various were the 

 expedients which he used to try to help her 

 out. One of the most ingenious plans, and 

 which displayed a good deal of reasoning 

 power, was to rush off to a pile of old rub- 

 bish or lumber and there select a long, thin 

 stick. Carrying this back to the steep, he 

 would drop one end of it over to Cuffy. He 

 would then vigourously haul on at the other 

 end, and soon land her on the shore, greatly 

 to his delight. Never, however, did any of 

 us observe her appear to express the slight- 

 est gratitude for all his solicitude or clever 

 expedients for her rescue. She just ac- 

 cepted it all as a matter of course, and, as 

 usual, snubbed him on the first occasion 

 afterward. 



One of her great delights when in the 

 water was to frolic with some large stur- 

 geon which I had secured in the lake near 

 the shore. These sturgeon are only to be 



