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as if 1 were dead. I could not have 
moved to save my life, and, oh, how 
sweet that smell was! It was the concen- 
trated essence of grasshopper-and-blue- 
bottle-fly smells, and it was grand. Il 
stood there a long time with that exquis- 
ite smell all about me, wondering what 
it was, but not daring to investigate. 
After a long time Berkshire spoke to 
Grandma and she stepped ahead of me 
a few feet. Then up flew the largest blue 
bottle flies I had ever seen. I was 
told to go ahead and I found the place 
where they had been crawling around. I 
had a splendid time following their foot- 
steps until Grandma spoiled my fun by 
saying to me, “See here, Sorrell Top,” 
(1 am lemon and white) “the next time 
I am pointing birds and you come blun- 
dering in ahead of me, [ll wear you out 
good and hard. You stay behind me 
where you belong, after this.” 
1 never saw Grandma so angry before, 
and I don’t see what ailed her. 
Berkshire praised me and patted me 
and I was very happy. Ji I could only 
have caught a rabbit for him I should have 
been well pleased with the day in spite of 
Grandma’s bad temper. In telling about 
it later, I heard Berkshire say to Poland 
China, ; 
“T wonder why that pup didn’t back.” 
But I don’t know what he meant by it. 
After that, I went out quite often and 
learned that these sweet-smelling things 
were not flies but birds. I also learned 
all about a gun and dead birds and how 
to find them, but I never in any of my 
hunts could find a rabbit for Berkshire to 
shoot, though I hunted long and hard for 
one; but I was always repaid for my hard 
day’s work by finding birds and having 
Berkshire kill them over me. 
We used to talk over these hunts in 
the kennel, and I used to ask questions of 
Grandma and my older brothers and sis- 
ters, but they always wandered off in their 
Hike abot —sineles,; ‘doubles,’ “"nitro”’ 
and other things with long names that I 
could not understand; until they mixed 
me all up so I could not get head or tail 
of this bird business. All the while I 
could not help thinking of Lufra and that 
first rabbit hunt and the soft, juicy ribs 
of the one I caught. I had learned not 
to talk rabbit at home, so I could ask no 
one to explain what was so confusing to 
me. 
One day when I was out with Berkshire 
we found lots of birds but no rabbits. We 
were nearly ready to go home, when I 
stumbled on to a whole flock of rabbits. 
They were much larger than any I had 
seen before. I was so surprised to see 
them that I stood still and looked at 
them for a minute or more. Berkshire 
ran up all out of wind and excited and 
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cried, “Hi, Hi!’ Of course I went after 
the rabbits as hard as I could and what a 
chase I had! Lufra and her piggish rela- 
tions were not there and I had it all my 
own way. Berkshire kept calling, “Hi, 
i andl ididsmy best. to catch them for 
him. At. last I was worn out and could 
not run any more so I had to stop. Berk- 
shire came up and grabbed me and, oh, 
how he did whip me! This was the first 
time I had ever been struck and it near- 
ly broke my heart. He kept whipping me 
and every time the whip struck me he 
cried, “’ Ware sheep.’”’ Now what on earth 
does that mean? 
I will never forgive Berkshire for that 
thrashing. I got 3 of the rabbits anyway, 
and it was fearfully hot. I think he was 
dead wrong in whipping me for not catch- 
ing more of them. Of course one doesn’t 
often see rabbits in a flock and should 
make the most of such an opportunity. I 
suppose I shouid have made an extra ef- 
fort to catch more. 
That word sheep stuck in my mind and 
I determined to find out what it meant. 
I asked Grandma, but she did not know, 
and I did not dare tell her they were like 
rabbits, only Io times as large and strong 
Lufra did not know anything about sheep 
either, but Ben said he knew all about 
them and that our blankets were made 
from them. Fancy that, will you! A blan- 
ket made from sheep! Ben is crazy any- 
way, and has wheels in his head. All he 
thinks about is to go swimming, and who 
ever knew a self-respecting dog want to 
go swimming? Pnaskedae jack about 
sheep, and he told me he knew all about 
them; that he used to take Berkshire out 
in the country where there were lots of 
then and that he had, 2 iriends at that 
place who took care of them for their mas- 
ter we ludsaiike peiatesjobs miyselt but you 
Ccanitimdepend oun jack, at ally” ile is al= 
ways swaggering around with a chip on 
his shoulder and telling impossible things, 
so people will contradict him, and then 
he has an excuse for a scrap. I am go- 
ing to ask Hobson if he knows anything 
about sheep. He looks something like 
one. Maybe they are related to him and 
he can tell me about them. 
Berkshire and I went out to the same 
place the next day. Berkshire tied a 
long line to my collar and took me up 
where I could see the sheep rabbits. I 
wanted to start right in, but thought he 
knew best and that I would better wait 
until he told me to go. Sure enough. 
in a moment he cried, “‘Hi, Hi,” and away 
T went. I had not gone far when the end 
of the line that was fastened to my col- 
lar caught on something and I was jerked 
high in the air, heels over head. For- 
tunately the line broke and I was able to 
continue the chase but at a great disad- 
