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pression of energy not belied by his performances. His short 

 legs and powerful build enabled him, when harnessed, to 

 drag his master uphill like a young cart-horse. He was an 

 able hunter too, and would have been worth tlie long price 

 I paid for him l)ut for one physical defect. He was in the 

 habit uf pulling so strongly at the rope, when on the track 

 of elk, that he had injured his windpipe, and had a cln'onic 

 cough, wliich could not always be suppressed at critical 







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moments, and he lost me some chances in this way. Morally 

 he was not a perfect character ; at least lie suttered from 

 green-eyed jealousy. The last I heard of him was in the 

 following laconic epistle received two years later : " Tump 

 is dead. He was with two powerful dogs, and he resented 

 them. One of the other dogs is very sick." The last 

 statement I can well believe. Dear old Tump ! He was 

 as affectionate as he was quarrelsome, and his caresses 

 were as vehement as his onslaught. 



I started from Selbo before daylight and drove nine 



