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the litter. He was about to strike the last one 

 when I begged him not to kill the little woolly 

 thing but to give it to me. Lawrence said he 

 would carry it home for me if his brother would 

 carry the mother's pelt. With my arms and 

 apron full of flowers I slid forward on the shoul- 

 ders and neck of my pony and invited the boys 

 to ride with me. Lawrence, with the pup under 

 his arm, mounted first, then his brother, with 

 the pelt thrown over his back, climbed up be- 

 hind ; and the pony, with his three passengers, 

 started homeward on a slow trot through the 

 canon and over the divide. 



On arrival, the boys helped me to dig a hole 

 in the side of a small mound of dirt and in it 

 we placed a wooden shoe-box. In its side they 

 cut a hole for an entrance and the lidless top 

 was turned downward. This allowed the pup to 

 dig under her wooden home, if she chose. We 

 found a broad, thick strap to serve as a collar 

 and a steel chain. With these the pup was se- 

 curely fastened, named Bruno and introduced 

 to her new home. 



Bruno was nearly a foot long, with a straight 

 bushy tail and an abundance of thick, brownish, 

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