Muff, the Affectionate Mother Dog 209 



man and I had told him of her sad accident. 

 So he had to put his Indian wits to work, 

 and the plan which he adopted and which 

 proved successful was to unharness a couple 

 of his dogs that were trusty and let them 

 run to where Muff was still so watchfully 

 guarding the supplies left in her charge. 

 The affectionate dogs were fond of Muff, 

 and as they, regardless of her growls, which 

 at first she tried to keep up, rushed up to 

 her, she seemed quickly to realize that they 

 and Kennedy were her friends, and her op- 

 position ceased. 



About noon she was safely installed in a 

 cosy spot in the kitchen. The bones over- 

 lapped a little and then knit together. Of 

 course I never took her again on a long trip, 

 but she did some work in light trains about 

 the place, and her many puppies developed 

 into strong, splendid dogs, and so I was glad 

 that I had not killed her at the time of the 

 accident, as my Indians thought that I 

 ought to have done. 



