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he had no place to leave the dog. I told him 

 that if he had a good dog I would be glad to 

 have him in camp. In a day or two pard went 

 home and brought in the dog. Well, when he 

 came the dog was following along behind his 

 master with tail and ears drooping, and looking 

 as though he never heard a kind word in his 

 life. I asked if the animal was anv good and 

 he replied that he did not know how good he 

 was. I asked the name of the dog. He said, 

 "Oh, I call him Pont.'' I spoke to the dog, call- 

 ing him by name. He looked at me wistfully, 

 wagging his tail. The look that dog gave me said 

 to me as plainly as words that this was the first 

 kind word he had ever heard. 



We went inside and the dog started to fol- 

 low, when his master in a harsh voice said, "get 

 out of here.'' I said, "where do you expect the 

 dog to go?" I then took an old coat that was 

 in the camp, placed it in the corner and called 

 gently to Pont, patted the coat and told him to 

 lay down on the coat, which he did. I patted 

 him saying that is a good place for Pont, and 

 I can see that wistful gaze the dog gave me, now. 

 After we had our supper I asked my partner 

 if he wasn't going to fix Pont some supper. "Oh, 

 after a while I will see if I can't find something 

 for him." I took a biscuit from the table, spread 

 some butter on it, called the dog to me, broke 



