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fleas, as they stayed on him in preference to 

 me. 



I named him Duff when he was a few weeks 

 old, and when I was at the Lewis and Clark 

 ex])osition in Portland a long time afterwards 

 many were the people that came, not to see my 

 exhibit of birds and horses, but to talk about 

 Duff. These people had been impressed years 

 before by this rather ordinary looking bull 

 terrier. Like a good many very worthy dogs, 

 he would have been a joke at the New York 

 Dog show. 



He was anything the crowd he was with 

 wanted him to be. His early character in Sil- 

 verton represented the local color of the town. 

 As a result he was more or less a clown. He 

 and I went about without much purpose, and 

 w^here there was the least resistance — not 

 meaning that we tried any of the doorknobs. 

 But we sort of loitered around at our leisure, 

 and in that way got to know each other very 

 well, and incidentally a lot of other people. 



One Sunday we went to Wilhoit Springs, 

 a mountain resort, where many prominent peo- 

 ple came from Portland to spend a week or 



