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mixed ancestry could not be told. Occasionally 

 I had a glimpse of a collie in him, but for all 

 practical purposes he was a shepherd, and he 

 frequently exhibited traits for which the shep- 

 herd is celebrated. I could never find out where 

 he came from. It may be that the flood sepa- 

 rated him from his master's team; he may have 

 been washed away from one of the flooded 

 ranches; or he may have been, as the stage- 

 driver later told me, "a tramp dog that has 

 been seen in North Park, Cheyenne, and Gree- 

 ley." Home he may have left; master he may 

 have lost; or tramp he may have been; but he 

 insisted on going with me, and after a kindly 

 though forceful protest, I gave in and told him 

 he might follow. 



The flood had swept all bridges away, and I 

 was hurrying down the Poudre, hoping to find 

 a place to cross without being compelled to swim. 

 He followed, and kept close to my heels as I 

 wound in and out among flood debris and wil- 

 low-clumps. But I did not find a place that 

 appeared shallow. 



As it was necessary to cross, I patted my 

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