s, 



our birthday treat was the tin flashing in the sunlight 

 on Snarley's nose as he tore away howling into the bush. 



Snarleyow came to a bad end : his master shot him 

 as he was running off with a ham. He was a full- 

 grown dog when he came to our camp, and too old 

 to learn principles and good manners. 



Dogs are like people : what they learn when they 

 are young, whether of good or of evil, is not readily 

 forgotten. I began early with Jock, and remember- 

 ing what Rocky had said tried to help him. It is 

 little use punishing a dog for stealing if you take no 

 trouble about feeding him. That is very rough on 

 the dog ; he has to find out slowly and by himself 

 what he may take, and what he may not. Sometimes 

 he leaves what he was meant to take, and goes hungry ; 

 and sometimes takes what was not intended for him, 

 and gets a thrashing. That is not fair. You cannot 

 expect to have a good dog, and one that will understand 

 you, if you treat him in that way. Some men teach 

 their: dogs not to take food from any one but themselves. 

 One day when we were talking about training dogs, 

 Ted told one of the others to open Jess's mouth and 

 put a piece of meat in it, he undertaking not to say 

 a word and not even to look at her. The meat was 

 put in her mouth and her jaws were shut tight on it ; 

 but the instant she was free she dropped it, walked 

 round to the other side of Ted and sat close up to him. 

 He waited for a minute or so and, without so much 

 as a glance at her, said quietly " All right." She was 

 back again in a second and with one hungry bite 

 bolted the lump of meat. 



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