the direction in which their
master had gone and piteously howl for hours. I have seen other dogs
that would take for the barn or any other place to get out of the way
of the first sight or sound of their master. This man's dog is
usually more attached to a stranger than to his master. The man who
cannot treat his dog as a friend and companion will have good cause
to say that a dog is a nuisance on the trap line.

I have seen men training dogs for bird hunting, who would beat the
dog most cruelly and claim that a dog could not be trained to work a
bird successfully under any other treatment. Though I have seen
others train the same breed of dogs to work a bird to perfection and
their most harsh treatment that they would use would be a tap or two
with a little switch. I will say that one who cannot understand the
wag of a dog's tail, the wistful gaze of the eyes, the quick lifting
of the ears, the cautious raising of a foot, and above all, treat his
dog as a friend, need not expect his dog to be but little else than a
nuisance on the trap line.

Several years ago I had a partner who had a dog--part stag hound and
the other part just dog, I think. One day he, my partner, asked if I
would object to his bringing the dog to camp, saying that his wife
was going on a visit and he had no place to leave the dog. I told him
that if he had a good dog I would be glad to have the dog in camp. In
a day or two pard went home and brought in the dog. Well, when he
came, the dog was following along behind his master with tail and
ears drooping, and looking as though he had never heard a kind word
in his life. I asked if the dog was any good and he replied that he
did not know how good he was. I asked the name of the dog. He said,
"Oh, I call him Pont." I spoke to the dog, calling him by name. The
dog looked at me wistfully, wagging his tail. The look that dog gave
me said as plain as words that that was the first kind word he had
ever heard.

We went inside and the dog started to follow, when his master in a
harsh voice said "get out of here." I said, "Where do you expect the
dog to go?" I then took an old coat that was in the camp, placed it
in a corner and called gently to Pont, patted the coat and told Pont
to lay down on the coat which the dog did. I patted the dog, saying,
"that is a good place for Pont," and I can see that wistful gaze that
dog gave me now. After we had our supper I asked my partner if he
wasn't going to fix Po