Past a church, the white steeple of which points 
sedately up through elms one hundred years old, 
and dlong the quaint, winding village streets, boys 
and girls wander, snugly arm in arm. The Black¬ 
smith’s Shop is shut tight, and the ship chandler’s 
office is dark—but every road leading out to purple 
moors hums with the power of gasoline. There 
is a faint, ever-present consciousness of cigarette 
smoke. 
I have been talking golf with a circle of kindred 
souls around the nest of ash-trays in the far lobby. 
We are playing over again the thrills of the after¬ 
noon. That mashie doesn’t seem to work right. The 
course is parched by relentless drouth. Hagen is 
slipping. Do the English really manufacture the 
best ball? Cigar smoke and the routine of golfer 
talk. There is a wisp of pink gown and the phantom 
of a dear presence. I can always sense HER ap¬ 
proach. The bond between us creates a spiritual 
wireless. I see her looking in my direction, an 
appeal in her eyes, as she passes on out and to a 
sequestered, quiet corner of the veranda. 
What is it, Mother?” I inquire, solicitously. We 
have taken chairs beneath the shelter of a proiect- 
j.uyi .1 ancestry, so 
that it took but 
a few lessons in 
the field to com¬ 
plete her education 
as a well - trained 
dog on quail. 
In the winter of 
1878-79, I took her 
with me to Flor¬ 
ida. One day 
the wharf 
Jacksonville, a 
huge alligator, 
strapped to a plank, was being unloaded 
iom a steamer, and Queen, after a 
close examination of the big saurian, 
never forget the scent of a ’gator.’ 
Many times afterward when near a 
pond or slough the hair on her back 
would rise as a signal to ’ware ’gators. 
While in Florida she became a good 
all-round dog on quail, turkey, deer 
and—rattlesnakes. 
The shore line car¬ 
ries with it the scent 
of tarpaulins, old ce¬ 
dar chests, packets 
of spice from the 
Far East, and all the 
romance of those 
venerable days when 
men sailed before 
the mast, ancl “Thar 
She Blows” was a 
familiar cry. 
BOSS 
J NAMED my puppy “Boss,” owing 
to his size and masterful manner. 
I soon taught him to fetch and carry 
and to drop at the report of a gun. 
When nine months old I gave him his 
first lesson in the field, but as it proved 
he needed none. Coming suddenly on 
a bevy of quail, down wind, the birds 
rose with a great whir before Boss 
^ WIcn a great whir beforp 
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her to a kennel near Cincinnati to be 
bred. The kennel was owned by a 
fi iend who had two imported setters, 
a Llewellen (Rake) and an Irish dog 
(Duck). By some mischance Queen 
was served by the Irish setter instead, 
as intended, by the English dog. For 
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to wing, of his own volition, like a 
veteian. I marked the bevy down on 
a side hill among some young oaks and 
followed them at once, but failed to 
locate them. I started to leave several 
times, but Boss seemed loath to give 
them up, not being wholly satisfied, and 
few days we re¬ 
mained in Key 
West it was our 
daily custom to go 
ashore in the yawl 
for sight - seeing 
and to give Boss ex¬ 
ercise. On the day 
of our departure 
for Havana, our 
baggage having 
been deposited in 
the yawl, we fol¬ 
lowed, and as Boss 
stooped for a spring into the boat I 
said: 
No, Boss, you can’t go ashore this 
time; Joe (the skipper) will take good 
care of you until I send for you; be a 
good dog.” 
Poor Boss, he was heartbroken, and 
with drooping tail and ears he laid 
down behind the galley—and I never 
saw him again. 
I had arranged with Joe, the skipper, 
that when I returned home I would 
write him directions about sending Boss 
to me by express. It seemed that when 
the Jeannette returned to her home 
port her owner, a man named Lozier, 
took possession of Boss and would not 
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