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and the dog, although she had seen the fish struggling 
up the stream, was apparently not interesting herself 
in what we were doing. Getting impatient at my 
not going into the swamp with my gun, she kept 
rubbing herself against my legs and looking up into 
my face; and as she was doing this, I happened to 
spear a fish and landed it. This was enough for the 
dog ; she appeared to realize at once that fish, and 
not birds, were wanted, and, running down the 
stream to where she had seen the salmon wriggling 
over a shallow, began to catch them on her own 
account, capturing nineteen, which was more than 
the rest of us got altogether. She would stand on 
the bank opposite the shallow spot, and, as a salmon 
struggled over it, dash in, grab it by the back, and 
bring it out. The fish were about 7 pounds in 
weight. 
On another occasion I was out shooting, and lay 
down on a hillside picking and eating berries, which 
grew there plentifully. The dog after a while came 
to me, thrusting her nose into my lap and hands, 
as if inquiring what I was doing ; several times I 
brushed her on one side, and went on eating the 
berries. Finally I gave her some, which she ate, 
and then went off seeking out and chewing up the 
berries by herself. There was something more than 
instinct in her actions, I feel sure. She had one 
fault—that of being very jealous of small children ; 
if they attempted to pet her, she would jump up and 
strike them with her nose, often knocking them over, 
but never biting them. 
Bears were very plentiful. On August 29 two of 
my hunters and myself landed for some shore 
hunting. We went about two miles up a small river 
