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with anxious eyes, when no scraps were thrown 

 they resigned themselves to hunger and curled 

 up to sleep. 



I reserve for ever a warm corner in my heart 

 for " Dick " and " Nigger." 



How " Dick " found his way in the forest 

 was always a mystery to me. Of the keenest 

 sporting instinct, he considered it his duty to 

 pursue any track he came across. Wolf, bear 

 or deer were all the same to him. I fear even 

 a wapiti would not have been sacred, but in the 

 wapiti country, we always tied him up in camp. 



Over and over again he went away giving 

 tongue loudly till distance drowned his barks. 

 He had no idea in what direction we were 

 marching. Sometimes he would be away for 

 an hour and we began to fear something had 

 happened to him but he invariably turned up 

 wagging his tail, having found our tracks and 

 followed them. I have seldom met a more 

 intelligent dog. 



Coming out of the dense forest and suddenly 

 striking the open lake bathed in brilliant sun- 

 shine, the effect was dazzling and our eyes 

 were almost blinded. Fortunately we saw a 

 Siwash canoe across the lake, and were lucky 

 enough to find that Mr. Dickenson, one of the 

 Directors of a timber company, was up on a 

 tour of inspection. 



