Chumfo, the Super-sense 





describe us as so many thousand "souls," doubt- 

 less because every single body of us is moribund 

 or asleep. Consider our noses, for example. They 

 are the seat of a wonderful faculty, more depend- KoA 

 able than sight or hearing; they are capable of ^ 

 giving us sensations more varied than those of 

 color, and almost as enjoyable as those of har- 

 mony; they can be easily trained so as "to recog- 

 nize every tree and plant and growing thing by its 

 delicate fragrance; they would add greatly to our 

 safety and convenience, as well as to our enjoy- 

 ment, did we use them as nature intended; yet so 

 thoroughly neglected are they, as a rule, that it 

 takes a burning rag or a jet of escaping coal-gas 

 to rouse them to the immense and varied world of 

 odors in which an animal lives continually. 



At present I am the alleged owner of a young 

 setter, Rab, who has reached the stage of develop- 

 ment when he thinks he owns me. For after you 

 have properly trained a dog, there comes a brief 

 time when he discovers with joy that he can 

 make you do things for him; and then he is like a 

 child who discovers that he can make you talk 

 (that is, show some sign of life) by asking you 

 questions. And this young setter has, I am con- 

 vinced, a very low opinion of human aliveness, 

 since there is never a day when he does not give 

 me a hint that he considers me a poor cripple 



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