A Sportsman 267 



I have seen at sea a buttoned-up coat stripped 

 completely from a man's back by the force of a gale. 

 Despite my soaking and treading I did not get much 

 wet above my armpits. In an hour after, sunning on 

 my boat with my pipe under way, my wife came along 

 in her rowboat, and Paris and I were soon snug at 

 camp, and I experienced no ill-effects from the pro- 

 longed cold bath, although it occurred in the cold 

 water of the spring, soon after the ice had gone out. 



Poor Paris had the great intelligence so con- 

 spicuous in dogs, and well noted the preparations I 

 made for departure from camp, when he would cling 

 to my heels, and make strenuous efforts to get under 

 my bed at night, and when let out, would haunt my 

 door of egress. I had to explain the necessity of my 

 going, and with a fond embrace leave him in a closed 

 room, or he would swim the lake for miles after the 

 boat. My keeper at camp would tell me how for days 

 he would sit on the wharf of departure for my return, 

 and no boat could touch in but what he was on the 

 watch for me. When I would come, and I was sure to 

 find him at the wharf, I would render myself as un- 

 observable as possible until I landed, but if the breeze 

 were favorable toward him he would know of my 

 presence long before I landed, and plunge into the 

 water to meet me. He was a very dignified dog and 

 had little to do with other dogs, after the first round of 

 scrutiny, when he would retire, and if approached by 

 other dogs, would remove himself apart, but was the 

 leader among the other dogs I had, over whom he 

 seemed to consider he had to exercise a supervision. 



One day I came up with my family, fetching a 

 new dog belonging to my daughter, a somewhat 



