180 My Dogs in the Northland 



tention to this lamentable state of affairs 

 and beg for my helpful intervention. 



A good stick or whip, well applied, soon 

 made the saucy interloper leap out and 

 skulk away in the gloom, while grateful 

 Rover with some sincere " Bow-wows " of 

 gratitude would spring into his nest and 

 quickly curl himself down with his short 

 bushy tail over his nose, and was soon en- 

 joying his much needed rest. 



When Rover was five or six years old he 

 constituted himself the surgeon doctor of 

 all my other dogs. It was most interesting 

 and sometimes comical to see him in actual 

 practice. Four years of good faithful serv- 

 ice had somewhat stiffened him up, and so 

 he was now only used for short journeys, 

 and in the trains required to draw wood for 

 the fires in our church, school house, and 

 Mission home, from the distant forest. So 

 he now had a much easier time and lots of 

 leisure. 



When the dogs arrived at home after 

 hard, long trips, it was most interesting to 

 see how Rover took into his special care 

 those that had wounds of any kind upon 

 them, and often some of them returned 

 sadly used up. Sometimes there were neck 



