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for his trail^ and soon Pont began to wag his 

 tail. I merely worked Font's way and said, 

 "Has he gone that way?'' Pont gave me to un- 

 derstand that the fox had gone that way and 

 that he knew what was wanted. The trail soon 

 left the main hollow and took up a little draft. 

 A little way up this we found where the fox 

 had been fast in some bushes but had freed him- 

 self and left and gone up the hillside. Pont 

 soon began to get uneasy, and when I said hunt 

 him out Pont, away he went . and in a few 

 minutes I heard Pont giye a long howl and I 

 knew that he had holed his game. When I came 

 up to Pont he was working in a hole in some 

 shell rocks. I pulled away some loose rocks and 

 could see the fox, and we soon had him out, and 

 Pont seemed more pleased oyer the hunt than 

 I was. There was scarcely a week that Pont did 

 not help us out on the trap line. 



Not unfrequently did Pont show me a 'coon 

 den. I had some dififtculty in teaching Pont to 

 let the porcupines alone, but after a time he 

 learned that the^^ were not the kind of game 

 that he wanted, and he paid no more attention 

 to them. 



I haye had many different dogs on the trap 

 line with me, and I can say to any one who can 

 understand dog's language, has a liking for a 

 dog and has a reasonable amiount of patience 



