Everybody clapped his hands, and stamped when this story was
finished, and called out: "The dog story the dog story!"

The boy bowed and smiled, and began again. "You all know what
a 'round-up' of cattle is, so I need not explain. Once a man down
south was going to have one, and he and his boys and friends were
talking it over. There was an ugly, black steer in the herd, and they
were wondering whether their old yellow dog would be able to
manage him. The dog's name was Tige, and he lay and listened
wisely to their talk. The next day there was a scene of great
confusion. The steer raged and tore about, and would allow no one
to come within whip touch of him. Tige, who had always been
brave, skulked about for a while, and then, as if he had got up a
little spirit, he made a run at the steer. The steer sighted him, gave
a bellow, and, lowering his horns, ran at him. Tige turned tail, and
the young men that owned him were frantic. They'd been praising
him, and thought they were going to have it proven false. Their
father called out: 'Don't shoot Tige, till you see where he's running
to.' The dog ran right to the cattle pen. The steer was so enraged
that he never noticed where he was going, and dashed in after him.
Tige leaped the wall, and came back to the gate, barking and
yelping for the men to come and shut the steer in. They shut the
gate and petted Tige, and bought him a collar with a silver plate."

The boy was loudly cheered, and went to his seat. The president
said he would like to have remarks made about these two stories.

Several children put up their hands, and he asked each one to
speak in turn. One said that if that man's horse had had a docked
tail, his master wouldn't have been able to reach it, and would have