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ROVER I, THE SUCCESSFUL DOG DOCTOR 



ROVER was a large, beautiful, black 

 and white dog, but he was the most 

 chicken-hearted coward I ever saw. 

 The smallest dog in my pack could make 

 him run and he was never known to show 

 any fight or pugnacity. The very sight of 

 the whip set him off in a paroxysm of bowl- 

 ings, and a stern, sharp reproof was met 

 with any amount, of comical dog sobs. 



He had a short but very white bushy tail. 

 When in good spirits he carried it very 

 erect, and as it spread out like a fan, it gave 

 him a very laughable appearance. 



When quite a young dog, just emerging 

 from puppyhood, he was unfortunately al- 

 lowed to accompany me one wintry morning 

 when I went out to visit some rabbit snares 

 that had been set a mile or two in the forest 

 behind my Mission home. The young rascal 

 became so interested in the work, that on 

 subsequent occasions he slipped off alone 

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