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In writing to Advertisers mention Forest and Stream, 
from my description of his condition 
when I found him that Lute would 
have been without this particular dog 
had it not been for me, so there it was. 
I produced Lem’s card, and was 
honest enough to admit to Plowden 
that I was sorely tempted to stay away 
for fear I’d lose the dog. 
“He was the pick of my pack,” said 
Plowden, ‘and I had more than once 
refused one hundred dollars for him, 
but there is no question in my mind 
as to who he really belongs to now, for 
in all probability I would never have 
seen him again; but if you are willing 
to take what I have been offered for 
him, and are not specially anxious for 
the dog, I will cheerfully give it to you 
for him back.” 
“Suppose we leave it to ‘Tramp,’ as 
I call him,” I suggested, “and let him 
decide for himself. I’ll leave him here 
at the camp to-night, and Lem and I 
will be over in the morning by day- 
light. 
You follow the dogs in the hunts 
most of the time, I believe, and _ to- 
morrow I’ll start off with you, ride with 
you until we get nearly to the place 
where the dogs are to be put in—then 
I’ll turn in one direction, you in an- 
other, each one blowing once on the 
horn, and ‘Tramp’ can choose for him- 
self,” 
NY I felt that the old dog 
would not forsake me, and I felt, 
in anticipation, the thrill of winning 
the old chap from his own master, and 
so I rode on back with Lem, leaving 
“Tramp,” still frolicking with his old 
friends. 
Breakfast by candle light, and Lem 
and I turned out to saddle up, and 
there was “Tramp,” curled up at the 
door. 
He jumped upon me in his usual 
way for me to pat him on the head, 
and when I failed to do so, he seemed 
a little puzzled, and followed me out 
to the stable with a surprised hurt 
‘ook on his intelligent face, but I pre- 
tended not to notice him at all, for I 
meant to prove him and his devotion, 
so there would be no doubt left as to 
his preference. 
On arrival at the camp a few 
minutes later, the dogs again came out 
joyfully to meet “Tramp,” but some- 
how he did not seem in a very good 
humor. He kept looking at me every 
now and then as though wondering 
what had come over me, and it was 
pretty hard for me to see him looking 
at me that way, and not letting him 
catch even a reassuring smile. 
Riding away to the hunt, one of 
Lute’s nephews, who had hunted down 
there the preceding Fall, was detailed 
to place the “‘standers,” and rode on 
with the others, while Plowden and I 
dropped back with the dogs. 
The first drive we were to take val 
a large flat bayou known as “Big Bay,” 
out of which there runs quite a large 
branch known as “Chicken Creek” run- 
ning east to Santee River, a distance 
of some three miles. 
It happened that I, too, had hunted 
here before, and knew the country 
fairly well, and that the deer, once 
clear of the hunters stationed about 
the bay, usually took the “Chicken 
Creek” route to the river, so that the 
best stands were at the eastern end of 
the bay. 
ANS Plowden and I sat our horses, 
waiting on the stationing of the 
men, I could not fail to notice “Tramp.” 
All of the joyousness seemed to have 
gone from the old dog, and as he 
glanced furtively at me now and again, 
there was a look of mingled sorrow and 
reproof that could not be mistaken. 
Plowden looked at his watch: “They’ve 
had time enough to place the men,” he 
remarked, “let’s ride. You take the 
left side of the bay and I’ll go through 
the middle so the dogs can beat both 
sides.” 
As he spoke he unslung his horn and 
gave one long blast to let the men know ~ 
we were putting in, and the dogs, with 
yelps of delight, dashed into the bay. 
Tramp had not moved, and as I sat 
there with my heart beating like a 
triphammer, I also unslung and gave 
one long echoing call, and in two long 
springing bounds Tramp was at my 
saddle skirts again, trying his best to 
reach me, and careless of the presence 
of Plowden who watched me with an 
amused smile, J surrendered this time 
to Tramp. He was my dog now, and 
I patted him while he licked my face. 
I could wash that. 
“Go Boy,’ I said to him once more 
as I mounted, and like a black streak 
he disappeared in the edge of Big Bay. 
A fine squealing tongue, followed a. 
moment later by one, then another of 
different notes, and I pushed in toward 
the middle of the bay as I knew they 
would soon be running, and I heard 
Tramp a moment later, his clear ring- 
ing “hoo-e hoo-e” as he dropped in with 
the pack. 
“You know this country?” called 
Plowden as he caught sight of me rid- 
ing toward him through the bay. 
“Yes,” I replied. “Then take the left 
edge and I’ll take the right to cut the 
dogs off if they get out by the standers. 
or ETTING out as quickly as I could, 
I took a wide circle so as to be out- 
side the range of the standers, and gal- 
loped along at half speed, for I could 
tell by the cry in the bay that the dogs 
were nearing the “jump.” Passing the 
end of the bay about a quarter, I halted 
to listen for the ring of the guns, and 
It will identify you. 
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