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liverer. I let him walk around the yard, 

 then he went and had a good smell at that 

 now smashed prison house, and then he 

 came to me. His wagging tail and his great, 

 intelligent eyes, now so full of gratitude, 

 told their own tale. We were friends, the 

 warmest of friends, from that hour to the 

 end. 



" That beats Barnum," said one of the 

 four men, as they all clambered down off 

 the wall and returned to their work. 



That evening Rover and I took a long 

 walk through the streets of the city of Ham- 

 ilton. He kept close to my heels and did 

 not seem to desire to see any other person 

 than his new master who had come to his 

 rescue and deliverance. 



He was a strong, faithful dog to the end, 

 and always happiest when I was in sight. 

 To train him to work as a sleigh dog all I 

 had to do was to harness him up with three 

 trained dogs and then go myself on ahead 

 with another train. That was enough for 

 Rover. He heard his loved master's voice in 

 front, and his joy was ever to respond, and 

 so on he would come, and fleet indeed must 

 be the train I was driving, or very slow the 



