Chink : The Development 

 of a Pup 



HINK was just old enough 

 to think himself a very re- 

 markable little Dog ; and 

 Il£-'tigg& T f so he was, but not in the 

 ■f- way he fondly imagined. 

 He was neither fierce nor 

 dreadful, strong nor swift, 

 but he was one of the noisiest, best-natured, 

 silliest Pups that ever chewed his master's boots 

 to bits. His master, Bill Aubrey, was an old 

 mountaineer who was camped below Garnet 

 Peak in the Yellowstone Park. This is in a 

 very quiet corner, far from the usual line of 

 travel, and Bill's camp, before ours came, would 

 have been a very lonely place but for his com- 



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