That was the last that judge or jury ever saw of dog or cow. The
prize was awarded to the only other entry.

III

Bingo's loyalty to the horses was quite remarkable; by day he
trotted beside them, and by night he slept at the stable door. Where
the team went Bingo went, and nothing kept him away from them.
This interesting assumption of ownership lent the greater
significance to the following circumstance.

I was not superstitious, and up to this time had had no faith in
omens, but was now deeply impressed by a strange occurrence in
which Bingo took a leading part. There were but two of us now
living on the De Winton Farm. One morning my brother set out for
Boggy Creek for a load of hay. It was a long day's journey there
and back, and he made an early start. Strange to tell, Bingo for
once in his life did not follow the team. My brother called to him,
but still he stood at a safe distance, and eyeing the team askance,
refused to stir. Suddenly he raised his nose in the air and gave vent
to a long, melancholy howl. He watched the wagon out of sight,
and even followed for a hundred yards or so, raising his voice from
time to time in the most doleful howlings.

All that day he stayed about the barn, the only time that be was
willingly separated from the horses, and at intervals howled a very
death dirge. I was alone, and the dog's behavior inspired me with
an awful foreboding of calamity, that weighed upon use more and
more as the hours passed away.