MY DOG FOSS. 



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AMATEUR PHOTO BY DAVID SPENCE, 



Winner 



A DRUMMER BOY. 



of 38th Prize in Recreation's 7th 

 Annual Photo Competition. 



lowing him, and he was then 75 or 80 

 yards in advance. 



"This won*t do," the farmer whis- 

 pered again. "You'll not get a shot 

 this way. Can't you call him back?" 



"Foss!" I cried, softly. 



He stopped and looked at me. 



"Come, boy. Back!" 



Instantly he came, creeping as soft- 

 ly as before. When within 25 yards 

 I sent him on again, and we followed. 

 When he got a little too far away I 

 had only to say "Whoa" and he 

 would wait for us to come nearer. In 

 that way he led us about 100 yards. 

 In the act of crossing a mossy log 

 he stopped, one forefoot on the fal- 

 len trunk, one reaching for the 

 ground beyond. He might have been 

 a graven image, for any motion we 

 could detect ; but no image could con- 

 vey such a suggestion of alertness 

 and nervous tension. 



I shall not live long enough to for- 

 get that glorious sight; a pup point- 



AMATEUR P"OTO BY A. B, GUNDERBON. 



A COZY CORNER. 

 Winner of 23d Prize in Recreation's 7th Annual Photo Competition. 



