m PONTO'S DRILL. 



Ponto Wagged his tail feebly, and looked dejected. 



"Right, as usual!" said Teddy. "It is time; high time. Go 

 and get your musket." 



Ponto went slowly and sadly into the hall, and returned with a 

 stick in his mouth. 



" Sit up, now! " said Teddy. "Hold up your head, while I put 

 your cap on: so! Ready! Shoulder a kms! " 



Ponto sat up, and shouldered his musket very cleverly. 



" Present arms! " cried Teddy. 



Ponto took the musket in his mouth, and held it steadily. 



" Ground arms ! " 



Ponto dropped the musket on the ground, and put his nose on it. 



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" Good dog ! " said Teddy. " Said your lesson very Avell. 

 Here's your cooky." 



"j^ow," he continued, when the cooky had been disposed of, 

 " show me how the brave soldier dies for his country." 



Ponto rolled over on his back, with his four legs waving in ilie 

 air. 



"]S^o! no!" cried Teddy. '' That isn't the brave soldier, stupid ! 

 That's the recreant knight begging for mercy. Brave soldiei-,. 

 Ponto ! Try again ! Die for your country ! " 



