Bingo 



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In the autumn of 1884, the shanty at De 

 Winton farm was closed and Bingo changed 

 his home to the establishment, that is, to the 

 stable, not the house, of Gordon Wright, our 

 most intimate neighbor. 



Since the winter of his puppyhood he had 

 declined to enter a house at any time excepting 

 during a thunder-storm. Of thunder and guns 

 he had a deep dread — no doubt the fear of the 

 first originated in the second, and that arose 

 from some unpleasant shot-gun experiences, the 

 cause of which will be seen. His nightly 

 couch was outside the stable, even during the 

 coldest weather, and it was easy to see that he 

 enjoyed to the full the complete nocturnal liberty 

 entailed. Bingo's midnight wanderings ex- 

 tended across the plains for miles. There was 

 plenty of proof of this. Some farmers at very 

 remote points sent word to old Gordon that if 

 he did not keep his dog home nights, they 

 would use the shotgun, and Bingo's terror of 

 firearms would indicate that the threats were 



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