oaning for water. I
could see the lanterns of the ambulances as they moved about searching for
the wounded among the many dead, but was too faint from loss of blood to
raise my head and shout for help. They told me afterward that, if my wound
could have received immediate attention, perhaps my arm might have been
saved.

"But only a keen sense of smell could have traced me in the dense thicket
where I lay. No one had thought of training dogs for ambulance service
then. The men did their best, but they were only men, and I was overlooked
until it was too late to save my arm.

"Well, as I said, I stood and looked at Barry, wondering if it were not
possible to train dogs for rescue work on battle-fields as well as in
mountain passes. The more I thought of it, the more my longing grew to
make such an attempt. I read everything I could find about trained dogs,
visited kennels where collies and other intelligent sheepdogs were kept,
and corresponded with many people about it. Finally I found a man who was
as much interested in the subject as I. Herr Bungartz is his name. To him
chiefly belongs the credit for the development of the use of ambulance
dogs, to aid the wounded on the field of battle. He is now at the head of
a society to which I belong. It has over a thousand members, including
many princes and generals.

"We furnish the money that supports the kennels, and the dogs are bred and
trained free for the army. Now for the last eight years it has been my
greatest pleasure to visit the kennels, where as many as fifty dogs are
kept constantly in training. It was on my last visit that I got Hero. His
leg had been hurt in some accident on the training field. It was thought
that he was too much disabled to ever do good service again, so they
allowed me to take him. Two old cripples, I suppose they thought we were,
comrades in misfortune.

"That was nearly a year ago. I took him to an eminent surgeon, told him
his history, and interested him in his case. He treated him so
successfully, that now, as you see, the leg is entirely well. Sometimes I
feel that it is my duty to give him back to the service, although I paid
for the rearing of a fine Scotch collie in his stead. He is so unusually
intelligent and well trained. But it would be hard to part with such a
good friend. Although I have had him less than a year, he seems very much
attached to me, and I have grown more fond of him than I would have
believed possible. I am a