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instead of submitting to be driven, attempted to drive the dog, and it was not until his 

 sheepship considered his dignity properly sustained that he went in among his brethren. 

 This event was a source of considerable amusement among the spectators. The time occupied 

 in penning the sheep was seventeen minutes. The dog worked most intelligently, and showed 

 off his training in a marked manner. He gave voice but three times, and notwithstanding 

 the great trouble he had with the sheep he evinced marvelous patience, never pressing them 

 closely or chasing them needlessly. 



The second dog, Fly, belonging to Mr. R. Iluck, Kendal, had had the benefit of 

 experience in similar competitions, and it was thought he would win the prize. His efforts 

 were, however, not nearly so successful as were his rival s, though he managed to get the 

 sheep past the first two flags with little trouble. At the third, however, they broke away and 

 made off up the park, becoming intermixed with a herd of black cattle. The dog fetched 

 them back in a most sagacious manner, but he lost much time in getting them past the 

 remaining flags. Eventually they were safely penned. This dog was not so fast, and did not 

 yield immediate obedience to the gestures of his master, as did the first. He kept the sheep 

 better together, showed equal patience and good temper, and generally furnished a capital 

 illustration of the sagacity and intelligence of this favorite class of the canine race. The time 

 he accomplished his work in was nineteen minutes. 



Only another trial was made, this time by Mr. Wm. Lighthouse, of Northallerton^ Rose. 

 The animal was in bad condition, and, as a doggy man standing by put it, soon lost its 

 wind. It did not succeed in penning the sheep.. The prize was most justly given to Rob, 

 and this animal then furnished another instance of his intelligence. Eight sheep were then 

 turned into the park, and he, in obedience to signs from his master, first divided them into 

 two fours, keeping them separate for a time; then he halved one of the fours and kept them 

 all separate, sitting quietly down to preserve their respective positions until his master walked 

 between to count them.&quot; 



A San Antonio (Texas) correspondent of the Forest and Stream gives the following 

 account of a Collie puppy: &quot;I have seen him, at a word from the shepherd, round up and 

 put between sixteen and seventeen hundred sheep in a pen (many of them wild Mexicans), 

 and not chase or crowd any of them. The little fellow would mass this large flock of scattered 

 sheep and direct them toward the pen in half the time that several men could do it. When 

 penning the sheep he had to work them down a long hill that sloped to a flat that^the pen was 

 built upon. When close in upon any portion of the flock, he could not see over them, he 

 would scampar back up the hill and locate the position of the pen, and then flank his sheep 

 according to his bearings. When the last sheep and frisky lamb was inside, he would sit 

 down at the gate and slap the dust with his tail until the shepherd commenced putting up the 

 poles that formed the gate, and I have seen him attempt to assist in that work by trying to 

 drag the poles to the gate. At night he would keep the sheep in the pen, which consisted of 

 brush, or if they broke out would promptly put them back. I have herded those sheep my 

 self, and slept in a small tent a few yards from the pen. In case of the moon rising full, sheep 

 appeared to take it for sunrise, and would break out. The first time it occurred during Dick s 

 administration, Dick put his paws upon my breast and licked my face and awoke me. I said, 

 Go for em, Dick! and he did it and put the lost sheep back in the pen, and then came back 

 and tried to tell me that all was- right. After that night he needed no further hints, but took 

 the business into his own hands, or paws. He had but little tuition, but he guarded that sheep 

 pen as well as though he was five years of age instead of five months. If he had been guilty 

 of any misbehavior for which he knew he deserved punishment, he would rush off and round 

 up his flock of sheep as though he wished to show some work to atone for his misconduct. 

 He had a nose like a bloodhound, and could follow a person s footsteps as well. I have 

 left him asleep on the prairie more than once, stolen away and hidden myself, and watched 



