off and leave him, he did not like it ; and as for his 

 lessons in manners ! well, he simply hated them. 



There are some things which a dog in that sort of 

 life simply must learn or you cannot keep him ; and 

 the first of these is, not to steal. Every puppy will 

 help himself until he is taught not to ; and your dog 

 lives with you and can get at everything. At the out- 

 spans the grub-box is put on the ground, open for 

 each man to help himself ; if you make a stew, or roast 

 the leg of a buck, the big three-legged pot is put 

 down handy and left there ; if you are lucky enough 

 to have some tinned butter or condensed milk, the 

 tins are opened and stood on the ground ; and if you 

 have a dog thief in the camp, nothing is safe. 



There was a dog with us once a year or two later 

 who was the worst thief I ever knew. He was a one- 

 eyed pointer with feet like a duck's, and his name was 

 Snarleyow. He looked the most foolish and most 

 innocent dog in the world, and was so timid that if 

 you stumbled as you passed him he would instantly 

 start howling and run for the horizon. The first 

 bad experience I had of Snarley was on one of the 

 little hunting trips which we sometimes made in 

 those days, away from the waggons. We travelled 

 light on those occasions, and, except for some tea 

 and a very little flour and salt, took no food ; we 

 lived on what we shot and of course kept ' hunter's pot.' 



' Hunter's pot ' is a perpetual stew ; you make 

 one stew, and keep it going as long as necessary, main- 

 taining a full pot^,^ by adding 

 to it as fast as you /-. take any out : 



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