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that Burbank spent twice each week at the Gold Ridge 

 farm, near Sebastopol, about eight miles from his home. 

 The evening before the master would say: "Jumbo, you 

 must get up early to-morrow morning, and eat a good 

 breakfast we are going to Sebastopol." 



Now Jumbo was an aristocratic dog, and usually stayed 

 in his warm bed until breakfast was announced, but on 

 these mornings he was up early, and so eager was he to 

 be off that he very impatiently waited for the family to 

 breakfast first; and when given his own was almost too 

 impatient to eat. When his master would say, "Yes, 

 Jumbo, eat a good breakfast, so you can go with me," 

 his efforts to eat quietly were really amusing. 



Then in his own language Jumbo would ask to have his 

 coat strapped about him, for the little body was very sen- 

 sitive to the cold of the early morning. With barks of 

 joy he ran to the gate, and was placed in the wagon on 

 the seat beside his master. How proud he felt, barking 

 at the big dogs they met on the road, no doubt thinking 

 that he was the biggest of all ! 



Arriving at the farm, he followed his master in the 

 warm sunshine all the morning hours up and down the 

 long rows of beautiful flowers. He lingered in the shade 

 of the trees, becoming acquainted and making friends with 

 every growing plant, and all the time ants, bugs, and 

 toads were also receiving their share of attention from 

 him. It was hard work following the master; so, after 



