og must be
a better dog or he couldn't have put the other dog down. I give three
cheers for the winner. Any tribe that adopts the rule of always hissing
the winner has found a real way to discourage enterprise.

I owned a part interest in some pigeons with a boy named Jack Thomas.
The pigeons' nests were in Jack's back yard. He told me that my share
of the eggs had rotted and his share had hatched, so that my interest in
the young pigeons had died out and they were all his now. I was sure it
was a quibble and that he was cheating me. It made me mad and I sneaked
up to the pigeon loft and put a tiny pin prick in all the eggs in the
nests. This was invisible but it caused the eggs to rot as he said mine
had, and I felt that this was only justice. Turn about is fair play.

When Jack's eggs didn't hatch he suspected me, for I had been so foolish
as to predict that his eggs wouldn't hatch. And so he was sure I was
responsible, although he didn't know how. In fact his mother had seen
me enter the barn and had told Jack about it. One day when I went to the
pasture to get the hotel keeper's cows, I ran into Jack hunting ground
squirrels with his dog. He set his dog chasing the cows and then ran
away out of my reach. The dog yelped at the cows heels and they galloped
about the pasture in a panic. I shouted to Jack to call off his dog or
there would be trouble the next time I met him. But Jack, who was out of
reach, shouted encouragement instead. Round and round the cattle raced
with that howling dog scaring them into fits. At last the dog tired
of the fun and trotted off to join Jack, who was disappearing over the
hill. I then tried to round up the cows and get them out of the pasture.
But the brutes were wet with sweat and as wild as deer. I saw that they
could not be milked in that condition and felt that Jack's conduct was
outrageous. He had not only made trouble for me; he had injured the
hotel keeper. There would be no milk that night fit to be used.

I started straight for Jack's home to tell his mother of his lawless
act. As I went along, I turned the case over in my mind, and the case
grew stronger and stronger all the time. Before I reached Jack's door I
had, satisfied myself that his mother would be shocked at the news and
would at once cut a big switch to give Jack the licking he deserved.

But when I began to tell Mrs. Thomas of her son's crime, she sided with
Jack and wouldn't listen to me. "Don't come to me with