CHAPTER XXI.
SPORT AND SOCIETY.
I have mentioned, in what I have written above relating to sport, the name of a somewhat celebrated spaniel of mine, whose name was 'Dick.' The commencement of this bow-wow's career was as strange as the many adventures he afterwards went through.

When he was quite a young dog, he once worked with me all day in ice and snow, and at last fell down lifeless.

A heavy snowstorm was raging, and as poor Dick seemed quite dead, we made him a grave in the snow and covered him up with leaves and bushes.

We accomplished this with difficulty, on account of the blinding snow and the streams that were much swollen by torrents from the mountains.

Dick's burial-place was about eight miles from where the vessel was lying.