93 MY OLD DOG TRIM. 



Nothing pleised Trim better than to get after a wiley old 

 cock grouse. With what pertinacity he would stick to him ! 

 It was then that he put forth his greatest efforts, growing 

 more eager at every rise, until, at last, when we had tired 

 the bird out, or scared him so that we could approach near 

 enough for a shot, his hair would turn toward his head and 

 he would seem to expand to twicj his U3ual size. At such 

 times he would turn his head until he caught my eye, when he 

 would give me a glance of exultation that there was no mis- 

 taking. Ordinarily when I killed a bird, he would bring it 

 in and lay it in my hand, with simply a wag of his tail ; but 

 when we got one of those wise old birds he would always 

 arch his neck and proudly walk around me once or t vice 

 before delivering it, and had we extra hard work to circum- 

 vent one he would accompany his triumphant march with a 

 joyful whine, or, as a friend expressed it, ' 'Singing a pcean 

 of victory." I shall never forget one famous chase after a 

 magnificent old cock that led us a wild tramp upwards of four 

 miles, straightaway, from the team, which we did not see 

 again until after ten o'clock at night. We started him about 

 two o'clock; he rose two hundred yards away, ont from one 

 end of an alder run as we entered at the other. I caught a 

 glimpse of him as he swung over the tree tops, and got hi3 

 course, which led into heavy limber, where we followed him 

 a long distance only to see him pitch down from the top of a 

 tall tree. Thinking that he would not "treJ' again, I kept 

 on ; Trim soon found his trai', but before we got within fifty 

 yards he was off again. He pursied the same tactics several 

 times until my " blood was up," and Trim was more inter- 

 ested than I had ever seen him before ; he raged around like 

 a mad bull, the froth flying from his lip3 and his eyesglaring 

 like those of a scared cat. It was now ge'ting quite interest- 

 ing, as it was nearly night ; I still followed on, thinking that 

 we must 5be getting the old fellow's wind, a supposition 

 whioh proved correct, for Trim soon came to a point, and 

 showed by his actions that he was close on to him. Step- 

 ping in front, great was my chagrin to hear this awful bird 

 burst close to me, but on the other side of a bunch of laurel 



