Chumfo, the Super-sense 



where I am reading, nudges my elbow, paws my 

 book, sits in front of me to yawn hugely, gives me 

 no peace, in short, till I follow him to the kitchen 

 for another go at the waste-basket, the coal-hod 

 and all the closet drawers. It is of no avail to 

 leave the doors open; he will not go unless I join 

 him in the enjoyment of something that lives. A 

 short time since we flushed another mouse in the 

 cellar, whither he followed me to look after the 

 furnace; and now he pesters me by day as well 

 as by night whenever he finds me, as he thinks, 

 wrapped in unmanly lethargy. 



With all his vivacity this young setter, who 

 seems so alert among mere men, becomes a dull 

 creature the moment you compare him with his 

 wild kindred. He cannot begin to interpret the 

 world through his senses as they instantly interpret 

 it, and he would starve to death where they live 

 on the fat of the land. Once on a forest trail I 

 came upon him pointing stanchly at the edge of a 

 little opening that lumbermen had made for yard- 

 ing logs. Just across the opening, where a jumper 

 road joined the yard, stood a noble buck, and he 

 was "pointing/' too, for he was face to face with 

 such a creature as he had never before seen. 

 Both animals were like statues, so motionless did 

 they stand ; but there was this difference, that the 

 dog rested solidly on earth and might have been 



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