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This same dog, Stumpy we called him, had 

 one little practical joke that showed a sense 

 of humour. At a farm about half-a-mile 

 away there was a pond, or as we say here a 

 " pit," separated only by a hedge from the 

 road. On this pit there were nearly always 

 ducks and it was a favourite amusement of 

 Stumpy's to steal quietly up to the road side 

 of the hedge just above them, and suddenly 

 give several loud barks. He did this for the 

 simple pleasure of seeing the startled ducks 

 rush quacking and flapping to the other side 

 of the pond; for he ran on again afterwards 

 perfectly unconcerned, content and pleased 

 with himself, and I never knew him take the 

 slightest notice of ducks or fowls at any other 

 time. 



I remember a rather wonderful instance of 

 intelligence shown by Stumpy's father when 

 I had him with me at Oxford. He arrived 

 there for the first time late one evening; the 

 next day I took him for a walk with friends 

 towards Godstow, and when nearly there we 

 stood to watch some men shooting. Sandy 

 hated the sound of a gun, and when we 

 remembered him and looked round, he had 



?one. As he was quite strange to the place 

 scarcely expected to see him again, but I 

 found him waiting for me outside the door 

 in Holy well Street when I got home. 



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