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ley and Billie standing waiting patiently for 

 us. Billie by this time had come to know my 

 voice, and when I spoke to him and patted 

 him on the neck, he showed that he was well 

 pleased to see me. I had already made it a 

 point always to have some little tid-bit in 

 the saddle bag to give him on my return 

 from an excursion away from him. In the 

 mornings before starting I would get from 

 the cook a few pancakes, or a mutton chop, 

 or a few stale buns. He would eat anything 

 but raw meat, and it was interesting to see 

 how he enjoyed the mutton chops, crushing 

 the bones with his teeth as easily as if they 

 were sticks of candy. In the end this sort 

 of treatment made Billie and me great friends, 

 and he was so intelligent that he almost 

 seemed to sense what he ought to do, and then 

 act without being told. 



