Chink : The Development of a Pup 



"Hello there, Bill! Oh, Bill!" 



But getting no answer, he went up to the 

 door, and there was met by "an odd-looking 

 Purp with his bristles all on end " ; and Chink, 

 for of course it was he, warned him in many 

 fierce growls to keep away. 



The mountaineer understood the situation 

 and went on. Evening came, and no master 

 to relieve Chink, who was now getting very 

 hungry. 



There was some bacon in the tent wrapped 

 in a bag, but that was sacred. His master had 

 told him to "watch it," and Chink would have 

 starved rather than touch it. 



He ventured out on the flat in hope of find- 

 ing a mouse or something to stay the pangs of 

 hunger, when suddenly he was pounced on by 

 that brute of a Coyote, and the old chase was 

 repeated as Chink dashed back to the tent. 



There a change came over him. The re- 

 membrance of his duty seemed suddenly to 

 alter him and brace him up, just as the cry 

 of her Kitten will turn a timid Cat into a 

 Tigress. 



He was a mere Puppy yet, and a little fool 

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