214 My Dogs in the Northland 



his great prize, and realized that if he was 

 going to keep possession of it, he must speed- 

 ily hide it away from all intruders. 



And young puppy though he was, he be- 

 gan most vigourously at his work. Seizing 

 the fish nearest to him by the head, he 

 dragged it perhaps fifty feet away to a spot 

 where the snow was deep and light. Here 

 with his little paws he set to work, and soon 

 had a hole large enough, into which he skill- 

 fully pushed the fish. Then with his nose, 

 he carefully covered it up with the light dry 

 snow. Quickly rushing back to the pan, he 

 seized hold of another one, and dragging it, 

 in another direction, he buried it in a similar 

 manner. Thus the plucky little fellow 

 worked unceasingly until he had the whole 

 dozen of those large white-fish thus 

 " cached " away in different places. So 

 cunningly had he hidden them that there 

 was not the slightest trace of his work vis- 

 ible. 



When Martin returned with his dogs and 

 as usual unharnessed them in the yard, 

 Caesar had the meekest look imaginable. 

 He was too guileless for anything. Then 

 when the hungry dogs discovered the empty 

 fish pan still rich with the fragrance of the 



