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seat was on the tender, and his whole 

 demeanour showed that he considered him 

 self an important adjunct to the locomotive. 

 He belonged to the department, not to any 

 individual driver, and I have seen him jump 

 off one engine and join another, apparently 

 without any reason, when passing at small 

 roadside stations hundreds of miles from the 

 terminus. His licence was always paid for 

 by the men, and he wore a collar which bore 

 the legend : " Stop me not but let me jog, I 

 am Bob, the drivers' dog." The interest of 

 his career lies in the fact that he attached 

 himself to the locomotives, recognised no 

 individual as master, and no house as home. 

 He seemed to travel from pure enjoyment of 

 movement, and was quite as much at home 

 in the small up-country stations as in the 

 city. He never seemed to be in a hurry, 

 often remaining in the station till the last 

 moment and joining the engine just as it 

 started. He was well fed, and in spite of 

 numerous predictions to the contrary, was not 

 killed by accident on the line, but died in town 

 at a good old age. ALEX. B. MONCRIEFF. 



