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A 
a Welshman 
bre d 
Princess of 
THOMAS EVANS was who 
setters. To his 
and David 
Two of 
shortly 
Llewellyn 
Wales 
pups. 
pair, 
Gamm, born 
them 
were seven 
were consigned to a 
after 
four 
anginal. Op 
typical 
watery their 
the 
lyns; 
grave 
five survivors, 
fifth 
He 
He 
distant ancestor 
were Llewel- 
the was a white-and-yellow mon- 
strosity. was badly marked and badly 
“thrown back” to 
not of pure 
formed. had evidently 
some 
The “came to 
By the middle of May 
to different purchasers, informing the public at 
large and the company’s officials in 
that they disliked traveling in crates 
and on railways. 
The 
lineage. 
March. 
of them had 
pups town” early in 
four gone 
express 
particular, 
cull, or “titman,” as he was locally 
spoken for by a local pot-hunter, 
“bird dog.” A little difference 
between the authorities and himself in the mat- 
ter of spring duck shooting and the killing ofa 
doe 
called, was 
who wanted a 
heavy with 
the 
remained 
fawn caused this worthy to 
the of the litter 
‘round the house—“no use to himself 
leave Province, and cull 
and a nuisance to everybody else,” as his 
breeder expressed it. 
Sam Armstrong always considered his old 
pointer Don one of the best dogs in the proy- 
When the automobilist over 
killed him had settled the bill and paid 
for furious driving, Sam 
inces. who ran 
and 
fine 
his cast about 
to find another dog. 
Hearing that Evans had some pups for ao 
he drove over and interviewed him. The pu 
were all gone with the exception of the ima 
and after an amicable wrangle, Sam bought 
him for $3, just one-fifth of the price his 
brothers had been sold for. 
Now, Thomas Evans bred and sold dogs. 
He used to boast that every gyp he owned 
turned him in’ twice as much money as a 
thoroughbred Jersey cow, and cost him prac- 
tically nothing for her keep. 
bred a dog in his life, 
science of 
Armstrong never 
but he understood the 
pointers and setters. In 
two minutes he noticed all the points of the 
cull—his splendid frontal development, the 
width of his chest, the size of his paws, and 
the general promise of immense strength there 
training 
was in him. He also realized that the pup 
could never take a place on the bench, nor 
would he be of the least use to breed from. He 


—A Three-Dollar Dog 
Story of Nova Scotia 
By EDMUND F. L. JENNER 
simply wanted a dog to work. A who 
and stand a bird, 
stain from chasing rabbits. 
dog 
would find retrieve it and ab- 
Therefore, he paid 
over the $3, put a small collar on the pup and 
bundled him into the wagon. 
“What do you call 
drove off; 
hime” he asked, as he 
“or has he any name at all?” 
“I never bothered to give him a name 
plied the Welshman; 
> re- 
“the wife and I always 
call him ‘Fool,’—he’s so darned stupid. 
can’t expect 
You 
very much from a three-dollar 
dog.” 
Mrs. Armstrong was not at all pleased to 
see the pup. In the first place, she loved old 
Don, and hated the idea of a hideous white- 
and-yellow pup taking his place; and secondly, 
she thought of the not remote possibility of 
torn sheets, flower beds 
for 
turned into recep- 
chickens worried, and setting 
hens driven “What is the 
of the looking beast, Sam?” she 
when the new addition to the family 
menage was exhibited to her 
“Oh, Evans never gave him any name. 
just called him ‘Fool.’ 
to call him?” 
“T think ‘Fool’ 
tacles bones, 
from their nests. 
name awful 
asked, 
He 
What would you like 
is the best name for him. 
Such an awful looking creature can never turn 
out any good. And to think that you bought 
him to take dear old Don’s place.” 
Now, between the breaking of a dog and 
the training of a pup there is a great gulf fixed. 
Fool’s training commenced an hour after he 
was (One of his brothers was 
suffered to run wild until the commencement 
of the 
purchased. 
then he was turned over 
dog-breaker, “put the 
fear of God into him” with a knotted cérd or 
Sam Armstrong 
giving a half an 
every day in the week rather 
um hours a day twice a 
open season; 
to a professional who 
a heavy dog whip.) was a 
firm believer in hour’s 
training 
dog 
than 
giving Six week. 
Under his tuition the ungainly pup made rapid 
progress. He soon learned that the family wash 
ng to be left severely alone, and that an 
rawhide moccasin was always to be had for 
asking, if he felt an inclination to gnaw and 
something. Furthermore, the master 
would throw the moccasion away from him, 
and when he found out what the word “fetch” 
meant and obeyed it, he received scraps of 
was a thi 
old 
the 
worry 

meat which he greatly liked. 
There was a certain thing which he feared 
and dreaded at first. It was the sound of his 
master’s The first time he heard it he 
fled for life, leaving his dinner untasted. 
In a little while he ventured out, made his way 
to his pan of scraps and ate all of it. Toward 
the end of the meal he noticed a peculiar 
taste. Then his master chained him to his 
kennel and left him. In a little while he com- 
menced to get thirsty. His water pan was 
empty—a thing he had never known before. 
At first he whined, then he yelped; finally he 
howled. It seemed hours before the master 
brought water and refilled the empty pan. As 
the pup lowered his head to drink there was a 
sharp report, not as loud as the report of a 
gun, but almost as terrifying. Fool started 
backward, but it was only for a moment. His 
thirst overcame his terror, and in spite of 
three or four more revolver shots he lapped 
up the pan of water. Next day the perform- 
ance was repeated, only it was new milk in- 
stead of water, and a gun with a light load in 
place of a revolver. A spoonful or two of salt 
and a little tact had saved the pup from be- 
coming gunshy, 
In the course of a few weeks Fool regarded 
the once terrible gun as the origin of every- 
thing pleasant. The sound of the gun was 
suggestive of dinner, the mere taking of it 
from the pegs on the wall was proof positive 
that either food or a run with the master was 
forthcoming. It is true that there were divers 
inconveniences attached to the run. At one 
time the pup would have to lie on the road- 
side for several minutes, while his master 
At another time he would be 
suddenly ordered to heel when he was in the 
middle of a scamper. As the shooting season 
approached, he received more and more train- 
ing, with many scoldings, an occasional cuft- 
ing and one tremendous whipping. He re- 
ceived the latter for chasing some half-grown 
lambs. Sam shouted, and blew his whistle in 
but he managed to catch the pup be- 
fore blood was drawn. Then the pup made 
his first acquaintance with the dog whip. He 
howled and writhed, as Sam laid the cuts on 
judiciously, and explained the crime he had 
been guilty of. Next day he was taken to the 
sheep pasture again and allowed to range 
with a fifty-foot length of cod line attached 
cun., 
his 

walked ahead. 
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