morning till night. I liked to have a hard search after a bird after it
had been shot, and to be praised for bringing it out without biting
or injuring it.

"I never got lost, for I am one of those dogs that can always tell
where human beings are. I did not smell them. I would be too far
away for that, but if my master was standing in some place and I
took a long round through the woods, I knew exactly where he
was, and could make a short cut back to him without returning in
my tracks.

"But I must tell you about my trouble. One Saturday afternoon a
party of young men came to get me. They had a dog with them, a
cocker spaniel called Bob, but they wanted another. For some
reason or other, my master was very unwilling to have me go.
However, he at last consented, and they put me in the back of the
wagon with Bob and the lunch baskets, and we drove off into the
country. This Bob was a happy, merry-looking dog, and as we
went along, he told me of the fine time we should have next day.
The young men would shoot a little, then they would get out their
baskets and have something to eat and drink, and would play cards
and go to sleep under the trees, and we would be able to help
ourselves to legs and wings of chickens, and anything we liked
from the baskets.

"I did not like this at all. I was used to working hard through the
week, and I liked to spend my Sundays quietly at home. However,
I said nothing.

"That night we slept at a country hotel, and drove the next morning