got
on his feet and furiously attacked her with the milking-stool. It was
bad enough to be whacked on the ear with a brick by a stupid old cow,
but the uproarious enjoyment and ridicule of the bystanders made it
unendurable.

Bingo, hearing the uproar, and divining that he was needed, rushed in
and attacked Dunne on the other side. Before the affair quieted down the
milk was spilt, the pail and stool were broken, and the cow and the dog
severely beaten.

Poor Bingo could not understand it at all. He had long ago learned to
despise that cow, and now in utter disgust he decided to forsake even
her stable door, and from that time be attached himself exclusively to
the horses and their stable.

The cattle were mine, the horses were my brother's, and in transferring
his allegiance from the cow-stable to the horse-stable Bingo seemed to
give me up too, and anything like daily companionship ceased, and yet,
whenever any emergency arose Bingo turned to me and I to him, and both
seemed to feel that the bond between man and dog is one that lasts as
long as life.

The only other occasion on which Bingo acted as cowherd was in the
autumn of the same year at the annual Carberry Fair, Among the dazzling
inducements to enter one's stock thcre was, in addition to a prospect of
glory, a cash prize of 'two dollars' for the 'best collie in training'.

Misled by a false friend, I entered Bingo, and early on the day fixed,
the cow was driven to the prairie just outside of the village. When the
time came she was pointed out to Bingo and the word given--'Go fetch the
cow.' It was the intention, of course, that he should bring her to me at
the judge's stand.

But the animals knew better. They hadn't rehearsed all summer for
nothing. When Dunne saw Bingo's careering form she knew that her only
hope for safety was to get into her stable, and Bingo was equally sure
that his sole mission in life was to quicken her pace in that direction.
So off they raced over the prairie, like a wolf after a deer, and
heading straight toward their home two miles way, they disappeared from
view.

That was the last that judge or jury ever saw of dog or cow. The prize
was awarded to the only other entry.

III

Bingo's loyalty to the horses was quite remarkable; by day he trotted
beside them, and by night he slept at the stable door. Where the team
went Bingo went, and nothing kept him away from them. This interesting
assumption of ownership lent the gr