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over his licacl, enabled liim to fix his eye on 

 me, when, though still by that time considerably 

 above him, I waved my hand to direct him across 

 the stream below me; he understood the sign 

 immediately, and obeyed. Dropping down, and 

 swimming slant ways across the stream, in a few 

 minutes after I received the heron, and was 

 kissing his broad, wet forehead, and putting on 

 the most joyous and thankful appearance I could 

 assume. 



In this, again, there was ^^ reason," reason far 

 above mere ^^ instinct," for the dog remembered 

 a spot where for one day only there had been a 

 means of passing the river ; he thought it might 

 be there still; and, remembering it, he went to 

 ascertain the fact, but was disappointed. 



Then, again, my splendid deer dog Smoker. 

 In my younger days at Cranford he lived with 

 Mrs. Berkeley and myself, and never left tlie 

 house unless he went out with either the one or 

 the other. If I rode out to make calls in the 

 neighbourhood, and he did not see me go, he 

 would presently awake from his sleep on tlie 

 rug, look round the room, and miss me. He 

 would then scratcli at the door for Mrs, Berkeley 



