The Ledge on Bald Face

ills were always busy, Saunders was always busy, and it was no place for a dog to be around, among the screeching saws, the thumping, wet logs, and the spurting

enace to every wild thing less formidable than a bear or a bull moose, till at last, in the early prime of her a

Tug Blackstock, the Deputy Sheriff of Nipsiwaska County, chose out the one that seemed to him the likeliest, paid Black Saunders a sov

ing, in a stray magazine with torn cover and much-thumbed pages, an account of the wonderful doi

ich to recruit. Throughout the wide and mostly wilderness expanse of Nipsiwaska County the responsibility for law and order rested almost solely upon the shoulders of T

uch work to do and Jim, as behoved a growing puppy, had a deal of play to get through in the course of each twenty-four hours. Then so hard was the learning, so easy, alas! the forgetting. Tug Bla

to keep his mind off cats, and squirrels, the worrying of old boots, and other doggish frivolities. Hence, at times, so

of hip, deep of chest, with something of a stoop to his mighty shoulders, and his head thrust forward as if in ceaseless scrutiny of the unseen. His hair, worn somewhat short and pushed straight

hirt, and trousers were of browny-grey homespun, of much the same hue as his soft slouch hat, all as inconspicuous as possible. But at his throat, loosely knotted un

gy coat bequeathed to him by his sheep-dog sire gave to his legs and to his hindquarters an appearance of massivenes

vision. This his master could not think of permitting, so the riotous hair was trimmed down severely, till Jim's l