ful Welsh collie, always ready to chase imagi- 

 nary sheep over the commons of Cambridge 

 or round the Squares of London, and of 

 Buffles, a Skye, the frequent playmate of 

 Wilkie Collins, whose bunch of keys he used 

 to retrieve with eager iteration from all the 

 corners and canopies of a drawing-room, of 

 Buffles who, to the end of his long and honour- 

 able life, cherished the magnanimous delusion 

 that, by the mere swiftness of his ridiculous 

 legs, he could capture a pheasant in Hamp- 

 shire or a sparrow in Pall Mall. I come now 

 to Jack, the tawny and majestic chief of a 

 long line of St. Bernards. Jack travelled as 

 a youth from Switzerland to Cambridge, 

 where he soon became a very active member 

 of the First Trinity Boat Club. He involved 

 himself willingly in the complex machinery 

 for the production and development of oars- 

 men, and was justly celebrated for the insati- 

 able ardour with which he pursued the work 

 of coaching. He had his own ideas of the 

 proper pace for an eight-oared crew, prefer- 

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