FO UR-FO O TED FRIENDS 



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Bobby was a very discriminating dog, gentle and harmless, and looked 

 at us with almost human eyes. He traveled to and from town so 

 close to the forefeet of Topsy that it seemed a miracle he was not 



LEO, THE MAGNIFICENT, WATCHER AND WARDER 

 OF OUR FARM GATES. 



crushed. We had two romances on the Hill ; one Topsy and Bobbie, 

 the other Frisky and Spot. Spot, a prize fox-terrier, uncowable, 

 undrivable, unwhippable, for his young master would watch any- 

 thing in any place for hours. His boon and inseparable companion, 

 in paddock, pasture, or harness, was Frisky, the pony. Spot's realm 

 was in the pony cart when in motion and under it when its owner 

 left it by the roadside, watching both pony and packages, until one 

 day a heedless vagabond struck the pony, Spot rushed to his defense, 

 the wretch shot him, and a second farm tragedy was enacted. 



Eliminating Gruesome Graves from the Farm. 



Fortunately for our peace of mind, no old time family grave- 

 yard disfigured the farm, which, however secluded, is depressing, and 



