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ice, and Jack used to take long swims, but he 

 always came back. Finally the run of salmon 

 struck the river, and I took Jack down to the 

 bight of the sandbars to fly him at bigger game 

 than the trout. He made one or two dives and 

 came ashore empty-mouthed. He saw there 

 were no caresses for Jack, so he tried again. 



This time his efforts were crowned with suc- 

 cess, for he landed with a 12 Ib. salmon strug- 

 gling in his strong jaws. He received my pat- 

 ing and expressions of satisfaction with un- 

 bounded joy and seemed to know he had done 

 something to be proud of, for he ambled up the 

 sandbank and slid down to the water several 

 times in rapid succession. 



Soon it was the season for the seals to enter 

 the river as in past years, and the Indians were 

 shooting them from their canoes whenever they 

 had a chance. Juck used to go so far afield now, 

 probably trying to find the mother that had so 

 shamefully deserted him last year, that we 

 feared he might be -shot by the Indians by mis- 

 take ; so we tied a piece of blue worsted garter- 

 ing about his neck to distinguish him from the 

 other seals. But alas for the poor Knight of 

 the Garter. One day Jack was out among the 

 other seals off the mouth of the river, and in 

 some way the blue garter must have been de- 

 tached from his neck, for an Indian shot him. 



