FROM THE " SPECTA TOR." 33 



THE DOG AND THE FERRY. 



\April ^ 1885.] 



READING from time to time many pleasant 

 anecdotes in the columns of the Spectator 

 which, by the way, I receive as regularly, 

 and read as eagerly, as when resident in 

 England many years ago relative to the 

 sagacity of dogs, I send the following, think- 

 ing it possible you may deem it worthy of 

 insertion. 



Some three years ago I was " having a 

 spell " in Brisbane, after a lengthened sojourn 

 on a sheep station in the interior of Queens- 

 land. During my stay in the city I had the 

 good fortune to gain the friendship of a 

 gentleman who owned a magnificent collie. 

 My friend, his dog Sweep, and myself, 

 were frequently together, engaged either in 

 yachting among the islands of Moreton Bay, 

 or 'possum hunting under the towering 

 eucalypti which fringe the banks of the river 

 Brisbane. Naturally "Sweep "(who was a 

 most lovable animal) and myself soon began 

 to entertain a warm friendship for one 

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