lay all about them as
far as the eye could reach.

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You must know that in the Alps mountains, where they were, there are
dogs, and very wonderful dogs they are, who live in the snowy
mountains and are trained to go about to find lost travellers and to
help them.

And one of these dogs came sniffing along and the first thing he did
was to find the Villain, and you can imagine his and Sweetclover's
delight when they saw him.

Around his neck was a little knapsack, and this he told them to untie
and they would find food and a roll of fine warm wool inside.

And putting the wool about them they were soon warm as toast.

"Let us try to find Kernel Cob and Jackie Tar before they die of the
cold," said the Villain.

"Very well," said Saint Bernard, for that was the name of the dog,
"Come with me and we'll soon find them."

So he asked them to climb upon his back and he trotted off, and pretty
soon they came to a spot where Jackie Tar's head was sticking up out
of the snow. In a jiffy they had him out and sitting on the Dog's
back.

"Hurrah!" shouted the Villain, "now for Kernel Cob."

In less than a minute they came to a little mound of snow.

So the Dog trotted up to it, and round on the other side they
discovered an opening like a door, and inside lay Kernel Cob asleep,
snoring away like anything.

So they wakened him and he was glad to see them, you may be sure.

And he climbed upon the Dog's back and all four rode off.

"Where are you going?" he asked them.

"We were on our way to the North Pole when our pigeons died,"
explained Jackie Tar.

"I'd like to take you there, if I could," said the Dog, "but I can't
leave my work here. But I'll take you to the foot of the mountains,
and there I'll have you meet a friend of mine who will take you to a
ship going to the North Pole."

"Thank you very much," said Sweetclover. "We shall never be able to
pay you for your kindness."

"Thank you, Miss," said the Dog. "I'm sure it will make me very happy
to know that I helped you."

And when they arrived at the foot of the mountain he introduced them
to his friend, a French poodle named Pierre, and when it was come time
to say good-bye, he gave them each his paw and the last they saw of
him was his bushy tail wagging behind him, as he trotted up the snowy
mountain where he did so much good.

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I love dogs best of all God's creatures,
They have such noble, honest fe