Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1889-02-19
THE STORY OF A DOG.
A NOBLE AND UNUSUALLY WELL
TRAINED SETTER.

naud Cost Jack His Life-The Story
vouched for by a Chicago Sportsman.
This is the story of dog. He was noble
animal-a setter - and thoroughly well
| trained As his owner explained, Hes just
as good on water as on land You don't
have to urge him to jump over the side OF
a boat"
The first time saw him was at the North
western depot at Chicago. was going to
Fox Lake, Ills, for a weeks hunting with a
friend. Just after we got through the gate a
man came down the platform followed by a
dog Although there was big crowd, the
dog was allowed to run loose-he was led by
no chain or thong. We both remarked at the
time that he was a magnificent animal, and
watched him as he was trotting along behind
his master. They went to the baggage car
and the man spoke word to the baggage
master The latter pointed to a corner Of the
car. The dogs owner made a motion in the
same direction and the intelligent animal
jumped into the car and curled up in that
corner The baggage man wanted 70 tie him
to something, but the owner said no.
Hell stay there all right" he said.
And he did When we got off at McHsnry,
where we had TO take steamer, the dog was
still lying in that corner Of the baggage car
His owner went forward and called him and
he jumped OF course we were more than
ever impressed with the fact that be was a
valuable dog
ALWAYS DID AS TOLD
That night at Fox Lake we got acquainted
with the owner. He was a Chicago board of
trade man. His name l need not mention.
III call him Hunter-it's as good as any
other. He was proud Of the dog, Of course,
and told US good many stories about what
he had done and what he could do. He was
trained to perfection.
Hell fetch me anything tell him to, "
said Hunter, after he had warmed up to his
subject. why, if ! told him to bring me
that pool table he'd do it."
We all laughed, of course
Come down little" said the proprietor
of the hotel.
NO, l won't" retorted Hunter, hotly.
"rl bet you the cigars he'll bring it to me if
tell biz to-"
The proprietor looked astonished
We'll, don't mind smoking with you" he
said at last Send lin for it.n
Ele was promptly sent. He ran to the pool
table and looked around IN an undecided way.
That's right" exclaimed his master.
Fetch it"
He looked around again, apparently for
something to catch hold Of. His eyes fell on
one of the pockets, and in a twinkling he had
wrenche6 it of and laid 1t at his master.
feet
GOOD boy" said Hunter, patting him
Now get some more"
"Herer' yelled the proprietor. That cost.
money"
'Of course" replied Hunter, calmly.
Bring me some more, Jack"
Jack had begun gnawing on one OF the
tables legs.
do you mean to destroy the tablet" cried
the landlord
We'll, Of course he's got to bring it in sec.
tions,n said Hunter. He can't drag the
| whole table, but if you'll give him time he'll
get it all here"
And believe be would He was the slave
| Of his masters word or look However, the
landlord admitted his defeat to save his table
The next time ! saw Hunter and Jack wiz
about two days later. My friend and were
on one side of the little river, when Hunter
hailed Us from the other side
What bore of guns have you?" he asked
replied that mino was u and my friends
a10
Can you let me have some 10 cartridgesr
NC ct1eI. u SnOC out.
Certainly" shouted my friend, IF can
get them across. I'll try and throw some to
you if you'll undertake to catch them"
20, no." be said Watt
He sat down and pulled of one Of bis rub
Der boots. Then he doubled the top over and
gave it to Jack. Jack swan over with it, we
put the cartridges in and he took it back.
We were more In love with him than ever.
ha VI Il
hibition Of the dogs training. One Of Us
took his hat, one OF his gloves and bis hand
kerchief, and put them in separate places
about thirty feet apart The dog lay by his
master watching the proceedings
Now which do you want him to gstY'
asked Hunter
1.-THE glove,n said l.
'Leftp ordered Hunter, and to the left
Jack went and got the glove. We tried him
a number Of times, but ne underwood the
left, right and center better than q good
many theatre ushers And he was not a trick
dog, either-he was hunting dog.
TIE MASTERS SORROW.
Before the week was ended everybody IL
the vicinity Of the place was just about il
love with Jack Hunter, Of course, though
| there was nothing in the world like the dog
| He thought there was nothing under beaver
| that Jack could not do, and there certainly
was nothing that he could do that he woulc
not do If he was told, as the sequel shows
Hunter came back one day without him
To uso slang expression, he Cooked al
broken up" and returned no answer to The
greetings given him. He went straight &c
bis room and In q short time came dowr
dressed for travel
Whats my billF' he asked.
you're not goingT exclaimed the land
lord
"Yes, he returned, sharply.
"But where's your dogF
Dead, " he replied, In tone that put an
end to all further questioning Then, abrupt
ly: "Do you know any ono who wants G
hunting OUTFIT"
Hunter had the handsomest outfit in the
place. 1t must have cost several hundred
dollars.
'Whst's the matter, Hunter" asked Chi
cagoan who knew him.
''Do you want the outftgn was the reply.
slow muchY"
Anything
FIFTY dollars
'Take it." and be walked out Of the hotel
leaving about the most surprised set of mer
one ever saw. So far as l can learn he hasn't
been hunting from that day to this
And the dog2 Poor fellow the boatmar
told me about him. He had been after G
number Of wounded ducks and was probably
tired out He had just brought one bach
when Hunter ordered him after another. III
refused to CO. Hunter threw him over H.
swan back to the boat. Hunte- refusad tt
let him in and ordered him to go after the
duck He went, nearly reached it, and sank
exhausted, faithful and obedient to the last
And this is the story of dog, as told by G
Chicago sportsman to Tribune reporter
Chicago Tribune.