

AND Jock ? 



But I never saw my dog again. For a year 

 or so he lived something of the old veld life, 

 trekking and hunting ; from time to time I 

 heard of him from Ted and others : stories seemed 

 to gather easily about him as they do about certain 

 people, and many knew Jock and were glad to bring 

 news of him. The things they thought wonderful 

 and admirable made pleasant news for them to tell 

 and welcome news to me, and they were heard with 

 contented pride, but without surprise, as " just like 

 him " : there was nothing more to be said. 



One day I received word from Ted that he was off 

 to Scotland for a few months and had left Jock with 

 another old friend, Tom Barnett Tom, at whose 

 store under the Big Fig Tree, Seedling lies buried ; 

 and although I was glad that he had been left with 

 a good friend like Tom, who would care for him as 

 well as any one could, the life there was not of the kind 

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