The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1895-12-08

tinued: "You needn't think he isn't pure
bred, for he is. Goodwin's man gave him
to me, and he knows all about his Ded-ped-
ped u gree" Pedigree, l suppose you
mean" corrected Rob-"and his fathers
the best runner in the country, while his
mother can Jump five-bar fence Just as
easy as nothing; and you know when he's
big enough l can get $50 for him any time,
so may keep him, mayn't r
"Oh! l suppose SO" said Mr.. Bray;
"but we are about tired of fifty dollar
dogs that accomplish nothing but mis-
chief, and thought your experience with
Carlo would be enough for some time to
come" well, that time. you know, |
was fooled, but guess this time I'll be all
right; you lust see." So off went Joe to
find corner near the stove for his latest
pet. and the one in which at present all
his ambitions were centered, for often be-
fore had his brightest hopes failed of full
fillment, as many time he had brought
home-to his mothers disgust-worthless
and mischievous dogs, ia which he alone
was able to discern any fine points, and
only when some extra depreciation had
been committed could he be induced to
lose the "dorg'' on some of the trips to
market, for Joe's home was on Cali
fornia p ranch, five miles from the nearest
town.
Early the next morning Joe was down
to take charge of "Fleet'-as during the
interval he'd decided to name him-so as
the puppy was still asleep, not much harm
had been done.
All went well for couple OF weeks,
when Joe concluded there was no use in
getting up so very early all the time, and
then-the trouble began.
JumbO-the fat Chinese cook, so named
by the children--did not at all relish hav-
ing his aprons torn into shreds, and one
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kitchen table, the morning following he
found there was hardly enough left for
scrapings, while Mr. Effect" looked re-
markaby plump and heavy. This offense
caused Fleets removal to the .woodshed
where Joe prepared a fine soft bed Of
gunnysacks for him; and all this while
Fleet grew and continued to grow. till
longer-legged, lankier specimen couldn't
be found; and hungry! oh, he was dread
fully hungry! All that Joe could beg and
scrape together was gobbled in flash, SO
that Joe himself was almost discouraged.
Mother" said he one day, "Goodwin's
man says Fleet needs big pot OF cornmeal
hep"
There's that old meal you can have
Jumbo cook, though | think it's pretty
near time Fleet was lost.
But Joe ran off without apparently
nearing the latter remark, and from that
time on the pot OF mush was ready for this
wonderful hound, who caused the contents
thereof to disappear in an astonishing
manner-in fact, his appetite seemed only
reused to fresh endeavor by this last at
tention. Joe would take Fleet through the
fields, and there the dog showed he could
run-when Joe did-and in the boys mind
there arose dreams of coursing clubs and
winning dogs and prizes. But--still he
ate-and grew-and-ate again.
One quiet Sunday, when the family was
on visiting and JUMBO away. and Joe in
the midst of an exciting Indian story,
there came whack bang! splash! bang |!
and Joe was so startled that before he col
lected himself he was sure the house was
attacked by Indians, and almost expected
to see tomahawk flourish in his face.
de soon realized, however, that the neise