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PYX, B. A. 



The Tale of a Travelled Dog 

 BY H. L. S. 



CHAPTER I 



BOYS VERSUS DOGS 



HAVE often wondered 

 why it is that boys take 

 ^1 such pleasure in tor- 

 menting dogs. It seems 

 that the dirtier, the poor- 

 er, or hungrier looking 

 the dog the worse he is 

 treated. You rarely see 

 a boy show other than the greatest respect 

 for a handsome, well-fed dog, but let some 

 poor, half-starved creature come along, and 

 every boy on that block has a fling at him. 

 I know, for I've been hungry and dirty, have 

 known nothing but kicks and curses, and 

 dined each day from some uncovered gar- 

 bage can, but now — well, now it is different. 



*This story is founded on fact. Pyx is a real dog, his pecu- 

 liarilics are real, his comrades arc real, his friends are real — 

 and many; the Bear is a real ship, and I have in my pos- 

 session the pell of the red fox. 



'I'll is little story may fall into the hands of some of the officers 

 of I he Revenue Culler Service who know Pyx, and if it does 

 f think they will be the happier in the knowledge that he is 

 happy and (onlenled. A smarter, brighter, more loving and 

 more lovable little dog never lived. ILL. S. 



I was born in Seattle in the spring of 1900. 

 Our home was a most beautiful one with fine 

 kennels and stables and every comfort that 

 wealth could give. 



I wasn't considered much of a puppy ; for I 

 remember hearing some one say one morn- 

 ing, "Well, Ladye (that was my mother), 

 you have a mighty fine family, all but this 

 little runt, and I guess we will get rid of 

 him." Now I didn't know what runt meant, 

 but I soon discovered it was something dis- 

 agreeable, for I was always pushed aside at 

 meal times, and my more lusty brothers 

 and sisters (there were five of us) did not 

 hesitate to punish me severely whenever I 

 had anything they wanted. 



One day when we were about six weeks 

 old some gentlemen came to look at my 

 mother and us and one of them said: "I 

 tell you, Gordon, they are as fine a lot as I 

 ever saw — all but this little runt (poor me) ; 

 you would be very foolish not to exhibit them ; 



Copyright, 1906, by Wm. E. Annis. 



