Evening star., 1927-05-22

'ROA EfeIlcn Louie FaQ This
{ story. You will accept 1t a.
true or scout it as impossible
according to your liking and
knowledge OF dogs. For my
self, think it is true, for he was not
blessed or cursed with imagination.
French Louie, for many years,
lived in the northern woods. He has
always loved animals. One day,
when he heard visitor 10 the me-
naserie remark that it was a pity
that animals had no souls, he flew
into rage and was still sputtering
French and English when ! dropped
in upon him.
NO souls, they say he snorted.
spreading his hands and puckering
his lips in contemptuous mimicry
"Faughi They give me the gran
pain, The only animal they ever
have bet you, he is canary bird
that say Pretty Poll all day long.
That's parrot" l said mildly.
But he only snorted.
mo soul, they say Listen, | tell
you something l bet you nobody be-
lieve. Or they say: oh. dat dog he
ODey TlGSS lHSllIlCbs Il say
ees. who know what ees instinct and
what ces soul? And bet you many a
man he amt got the soul that that
dog got instinct-no."
II was in the sheep country OF AL
berta that Louie knew the dog, Cali
ban. Leon Surprenon was his owner.
and Louie used to visit the sheepman
at his ranch, far removed from civili.
zation.
Leon he was one fine educated
man." he told me. Books, with pic.
lures. he had many of them in hees
'ouse. Dat dog. Caliban, he name
heem from a pleh by Shakespeare
you have heard of heem?"
yes" I said
You know pleh with dog name
Caliban in eet?"
Not a dog" / answered. but
poor imprisoned monster, ugly. de-
formed, and very wicked yet some.
how very pitiful."
French Louie nodded vigorously.
Cest la meme chose" he assured
me. Dat dog, Caliban-oh. he was
osly. Hees lip she always lifted up
like zis, in a snar.rl. all the time dat
lip! And hees eyes-leetle, mean.
looking eyes, wild frown between
dem always, and teeth dat would snep
together--clop! No tramps ever came
near the place of Leon Surprenon.
Dey knew dat dog, Caliban: he was
not n beast to be trifie' with"
What kind of a dog was he?" !
asked.
He shrugged his shoulders, spread
out his hands and shook his head
No kind, and every kind. was what
gathered from his description---a big.
shaggy dog as large as n ShaeDdoo
and mu 1 more stockily built. His
hair had no silky smoothness to it,
R4ther 1t was like the rough, ma tied
fur of wolf. and Louis maintained
that Calihan had wolf breed in him.
There was a strain of bulldog, too
Ills und' jaw came out pugnaciouslv.
always with that lifted lip which was
no fault of his. but which gave his
t: ce a perpetually savage expression.
Ugly he must have been. yet use
fui. too As a guard against tramps
and the lawless characters who are to
he found in a. part of the country
where civilization is at a distance
he was invaluable. AS a sheepdog.
too. he had not his equal in Alberta.
Perhaps it is too much to say that
.hs could count the sheep his master
owned. But true it is that he would
watch them passing into the big cor
rails. his sharp, hsaggy ears pointed,
his small. close-set eyes never waver
ing in their intense regard, his whole
body taut with concentration. And If
any fingered or. did not come, Caliban
would need no word of command to
stir him to action. Like an arrow he
would dart out, swapping at the lag.
Eing heels, turning in scatter
Drained eve or dashing on across the