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ever, we were in for it, so dressing our 
meat, we procured cut poles for a scaffold- 
ing on which to dry it, as we were both 
sportsmen and would not see it wasted. 
In the afternoon I wanted to go fishing, 
but Harry objected, saying we must not do 
anything else until the meat was all cared 
for. So we set to work in earnest; cut the 
meat in long narrow strips, and hung it up 
to dry, building a few small “‘ smoke fires ” 
to windward, to keep the flies away. 
Next day was devoted to fishing. 
It was an ideal trout stream, large open 
sand bars, with great washed bowlders 
and rocks around which the water swirled 
into deep green pools, with intervening 
rapids—and the trout were there, sure 
enough. Such sport! Many times 2 at a 
cast and big fellows that would stand no 
foolishness and required strategy and judg- 
ment to land them without smashing the 
tackle. 
Our appointed time for return was for 
noon, but long before that time my neck 
ached from the weight of my basket—so I 
turned back and was glad to sit down while 
I cleaned my fish. 
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Building a fire in the oven, I took a leg 
of venison, larded it with strips of hacon 
and seasoned it ready for the oven. Then I 
put a dozen large trout, with salt, pepper 
and bacon in each—in the sheet-iron bread 
pan. When the fire had burned out and the 
oven was sufficiently hot, I first lowered in 
the venison, and when half done I put in 
the trout and covered the oven with a wet 
blanket. When Harry returned a smoking 
banquet awaited him, to which he did full 
justice. 
They say a cook likes to see people enjoy 
the dishes he prepares, but Harry pleased 
me too well, for he absolutely left nothing, 
and looked from side to side as 1f something 
had gotten away from him unobserved. He 
avowed that he never tasted anything half 
so good in his life. 
As we had more trout than we needed, we 
cleaned them, salted them in a pan, and 
a day or so later converted our oven into a 
smoke house, by building a smouldering fire 
in the trench; then hung our trout up to 
smoke. We took them with us when we 
broke camp and ate them on the home jour- 
ney. 
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My next door neighbor owned a dog 
called Fanny. She was part Newfoundland, 
and a most intelligent animal. She became 
fond of my husband and me, and was with 
us much of the time. 
One Friday Fanny was missing and search 
for her proved unavailing. Saturday and 
Sunday passed and she did not return. Mon- 
day’ afternoon, however, a boy found her 
some distance from home, under a carpen- 
ter’s shop, with 16 puppies as black and as 
pretty as herself. They were taken home 
and a bed was made for them in the coal 
shed. 
Tuesday morning Fanny left home and 
took her family with her. They were again 
brought back. That night the coal shed 
door was securely fastened ; but on Wednes- 
day morning Fanny and her babies had 
again departed. This time she had jumped 
out through a hole in the roof—the coal 
shed was a little less than 6 feet high—and 
had taken her pups back to the carpenter 
shop. 
She was found in a thoroughly exhausted 
state, and suffering with fits. These con- 
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tinued until nearly noon. It was seen there 
was no help for her and a police officer was 
called in to shoot her. One of her pups was 
kept and raised on a bottle, and is now a big 
and frolicsome dog. 
There is another dog in this city of whom 
a story may be told. Her name is Topsy. 
She is owned by a physician, and much pet- 
ted by the doctor and his wife. Topsy, 
though never molesting cats, was not on 
good terms with them. One day the Doc- 
tor brought home a black kitten. Topsy 
had 3 pups, and it chanced that pups and 
kitten were nearly of a size. Puss took her 
place among the puppies and was suckled 
by Topsy as one of her own family. It was 
interesting to watch them; the kitten nest- 
ling between the pups and purring and tug- 
ging away and Topsy never demurring. 
If the kitten came in hungry and Topsy 
was not inclined to feed her, Miss Puss 
would follow her foster mother and cry and 
beg in cat fashion until, becoming exas- 
perated, she would spit and scold. The kit- 
ten continued to nurse until the puppies 
were weaned. 

