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The other night while lying half asleep 



I though I heard the boy who owned me 

 say: 

 "I hate to take old Tatters out because 



I saw the dog team go by here to-day." 

 And then I fell asleep again and dreamed 



Of awful things that any dog could know, 

 And when next day I saw a throng of boys 

 About a team and heard a lot of noise, 



I rushed away as hard as I could go. 



I know the fellows chased me, and I ran 

 And doubled back and forth till all worn 

 out. 

 I went down on the pier to rest, 



When pretty soon I heard an awful shout, 

 And looked around to see a baby's shoe 

 Go floating by the spot where I was 

 placed. 

 And then I barked, and, jumping up, could 



not refrain 

 From plunging in. When I came up again 

 I held her by some fluffy thing around her 

 waist. 



So that's the reason why I do not fear 

 The dog team now. My license you can 

 see 

 Upon my collar plate, and ain't it queer 

 That everybody thinks so much of me ! 

 For I am staying at that big house on the 

 hill, 

 And all I have to do is just to curl 

 Myself upon a rug, or romp and play. 

 While when folks come I hear a lady say: 

 "That is the dog that saved my little 

 girl." 



Yet, how I miss the boys and all the fun 

 We used to have up in that alley dim ! 

 And yesterday .when we were out to drive 

 I saw them going down the dock to have 

 a swim. 

 The driver held me so I could not go, 

 Yet, while I barked at them in glad sur- 

 prise, 

 They shouted : "Jimmy ! Look at Tatters," 



and he knew 

 That I still loved him. As they passed 

 from view 

 I saw him draw his "sleeve across his 



eyes. 

 — Dan W. Gallagher, in Boston Globe. 



MY FISHING RESORT. 

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AMATEUR PHOTO BY GEO . W, BEARD. 



