many odd ways of his own, and he was 

 a lasting rebuke to those who say an 

 animal has no sense of humor. In a 

 month he had grown so tame that he 

 was allowed to run free. He followed 

 his master like a dog, and his tricks 

 and funny doings were a continual de- 

 light to Kellyan and the few friends 

 he had in the mountains. 



On the creek-bottom below the 

 shack was a meadow where Lan cut 

 enough hay each year to feed his two 

 ponies through the winter. This year 

 when hay-timecame Jack was his daily 

 companion, either following him about 

 in dangerous nearness to the snorting 

 scythe, or curling up an hour at a time 

 on his coat to guard it assiduously from 

 such aggressive monsters as Ground 

 Squirrels and Chipmunks. An in- 

 teresting variation of the day came 

 about whenever the mower found a 



