ingle year it was a wilder place than ever; fresh trees and brambles
grew, and falling wires made many Cottontail castles and last retreats
that dogs and foxes dared not storm. And there to this day lives Rag. He
is a big strong buck now and fears no rivals. He has a large family of
his own, and a pretty brown wife that he got I know not where. There,
no doubt, he and his children's children will flourish for many years
to come, and there you may see them any sunny evening if you have learnt
their signal S code, and, choosing a good spot on the ground, know just
how and when to thump it.

BINGO

"Ye Franckelyn's dogge leaped over a style,
And yey yclept him lyttel Bingo,
B-I-N-G-O,

And yey yclept him lyttel Bingo.
Ye Franchelyn's wyfe brewed nutte-brown ayle,

And he yclept ytte rare-goode Stingo,
S-T-I-N-G-O,

And he yclept ytte rare goode Stingo.
Now ys not this a prettye rhyme,
I thynke ytte ys bye Jingo,
J-I-N-G-O,

I thynke ytte ys bye Jingo."

BINGO, The Story of My Dog

I

IT WAS EARLY in November, 1882, and the Manitoba winter had just set in.
I was tilting back in my chair for a few lazy moments after breakfast,
idly alternating my gaze from the one window-pane of our shanty, through
which was framed a bit of the prairie and the end of our cowshed, to the
old rhyme of the 'Franckelyn's dogge' pinned on the logs near by. But
the dreamy mixture of rhyme and view was quickly dispelled by the sight
of a large gray animal dashing across the prairie into the cowshed, with
a smaller black and white animal in hot pursuit.

"A wolf," I exclaimed, and seizing a rifle dashed out to help the dog.
But before I could get there they had left the stable, and after a
short run over the snow the wolf again turned at bay, and the dog, our
neighbor's collie, circled about watching his chance to snap.

I fired a couple of long shots, which had the effect only of setting
them off again over the prairie. After another run this matchless dog
closed and seized the wolf by the haunch, but again retreated to avoid
the fierce return chop. Then there was another stand at bay, and again a
race over the snow. Every few hundred yards this scene was repeated, the
dog managing so that each fresh rush should be toward the settlement,
while the wolf vainly tried to break back toward the dark belt of
trees in the east. At last after a m