102 THE STORY OF A BIRD LOVER 



quently shooting, and wishing to land on a certain 

 grass-point which was rather low and swampy, I 

 told Charlie to push the boat in. The dog was 

 fastened with a long string which had been short- 

 ened while we were out on the water to keep him 

 from jumping overboard. As the boat came to 

 the shore I unfastened the cord and he made a 

 run to scramble out, but scarcely had his feet 

 touched the shore when he came to a full stop, 

 rigid and immovable. Handing the leash to 

 Charlie and taking my gun, I walked just ahead 

 of where the dog stood motionless, and an Eng- 

 lish snipe got up from under my feet. As it flew 

 off I killed it when some ten or fifteen yards away. 

 Grouse still pointed, and did not seem afraid. 

 I loosened the string, and told him in an ordinary 

 way to fetch it. From that day on Grouse never 

 manifested fear of a gun. He had fully appre- 

 ciated the result that followed the proper use of 

 the weapon. 



The next spring, that of 1876, on our return to 

 Princeton, there was an elaborate ceremony in 

 connection with the Centennial, and on the lower 

 part of the campus, where Whitherspoon Hall 

 now stands, was a battery of some seven or eight 

 brass cannon. I went out to see the celebration 

 and took Grouse. Instead of fearing the cannon 

 he was enthusiastic about them and the noise 

 they made, romping up and down in front of 



