Chink : The Development of a Pup 



win in the end, as indeed it did. For one day 

 he made an unusually elaborate stalk after an 

 unusually fine Gopher, carried out all his absurd 

 tactics, finishing with the grand, boisterous 

 charge, and actually caught his victim ; but this 

 time it happened to be a wooden picket-pin. 

 Any one who doubts that a Dog knows when 

 he has made a fool of himself should have seen 

 Chink that day as he sheepishly sneaked out of 

 sight behind the tent. 



But failure had no lasting effect on Chink. 

 There was a streak of grit as well as Irish in 

 him that carried him through every reverse, 

 and nothing could dash his good nature. He 

 was into everything with the maximum of 

 energy and the minimum of discretion, de- 

 lighted as long as he could be always up and 

 doing. 



Every passing wagon and horseman and 

 grazing Calf had to be chivvied, and if the Cat 

 from the guard-house strayed by, Chink felt 

 that it was a solemn duty he owed to the sol- 

 diers, the Cat, and himself to chase her home 

 at frightful speed. He would dash twenty 

 times a day after an old hat that Bill used 



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