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across the street and soon returned with the knife 

 in its mouth. I then threw my small penknife, 

 with the same results. 



The dog went from one to another of the crowd 

 begging them to give him the privilege of retriev- 

 ing their pocket knives; he found the knives by 

 beating a zig-zag course until his wonderful nose 

 scented the object sought, and he never failed to 

 find the little bit of hardware. 



Jack knew the taste and smell of every piece of 

 pocket cutlery in Hancock, but he would retrieve 

 nothing else. 



The grass in the lot was above the dog's back 

 and knee-deep to a man, and each time a knife was 

 thrown, the thrower, by false moves and 

 feints, did all in his power to mislead the dog; 

 when this is taken into consideration, one may 

 realize what a wonderful nose the little mongrel 

 possessed. 



A LONE BALL GAME. 



In Wisconsin a little fox terrier came trotting 

 up to me with a ball in its mouth and by sundry 

 signs tried to induce me to throw the ball, but I 

 had no time to play. Seeing this the dog took the 

 ball to the top of the slanting board sidewalk, al- 

 lowed gravitation to roll it down to the gutter, and 

 then ran after it in great glee. 



It was no accident, for I saw him do the same 

 thing half a dozen times before I left him still 

 engaged in his u one ole cat" game of ball. 



