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His Dog by Albert Payson Terhune
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soul. And with gruff friendliness he met the advances of
well-to-do neighbors who in old days had scarce favored him with
a nod.

The gradual change from the isolated life of former years did not
make any sort of a hit with Chum. The collie had been well
content to wander through the day's work at his master's heels;
to bring in the sheep and the cattle from pasture; to guard the
farm from intruders--human or otherwise.

In the evenings it had been sweet to lounge at Link's feet, on
the little white porch, in the summer dusk; or to lie in drowsy
content in front of the glowing kitchen stove on icy nights when
the gale screeched through the naked boughs of the dooryard trees
and the snow scratched hungrily at the window panes.

Now, the dog's sensitive brain was aware of a subtle alteration.
He did not object very much to the occasional visits at the house
of other farmers and townsfolk during the erstwhile quiet
evenings, although he had been happier in the years of peaceful
seclusion.

But he grieved at his master's increasingly frequent absences
from home. Nowadays, once or twice a week, Link was wont to dress
himself in his best as soon as the day's work was done, and fare
forth to Hampton for the evening.

Sometimes he let Chum go with him in these outings. Oftener of
late he had said, as he started out:

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