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full of weed seeds, but she had never whim¬ 
pered nor complained all day long. With an 
instrument the veterinary took the stuff 
from the little dog’s eyes and treated them 
with boracic acid. He said there was still 
some danger but did not believe she would 
go blind and gave me much hope for her. I 
took Byrd home, fed her, and put her in her 
kennel, with a nice big bunch of clean warm 
straw around her so she might be as com¬ 
fortable as possible. 
Only once did she make a sound—and that 
was in the dead of the night when she gave 
three or four soft moans that were gently 
wafted into my room through the open 
window. I think I was asleep when these 
sounds reached me on the still night air, but 
I could not go back to sleep again, for think¬ 
ing of my loyal little dog suffering all by 
herself in the kennel just because she had 
done her duty so well in the field that day for 
me. She might have quit cold or slowed up; 
she might at least have come to me and let 
me know of her trouble—but she did none of 
these things. She gave absolutely no indi¬ 
cation of what she was suffering until my 
