Bingo trotted amiably alongside and licked the wolf's nose.

We were astounded, and shouted to urge Bingo on. Our shouting
and approach several times started the wolf off at speed and Bingo
again pursued until he had overtaken it, but his gentleness was too
obvious.

"It is a she-wolf, he won't harm her," I exclaimed as the truth
dawned on me. And Gordon said: "Well, I be darned."

So we called our unwilling dog and drove on.

For weeks after this we were annoyed by the depredations of a
prairie wolf who killed our chickens, stale pieces of pork from the
end of the house, and several times terrified the children by
looking into the window of the shanty while the men were away.

Against this animal Bingo seemed to be no safeguard. At length
the wolf, a female, was killed, and then Bingo plainly showed his
hand by his lasting enmity toward Oliver, the man who did the
deed,

VI

It is wonderful and beautiful how a man and his dog will stick to
one another, through thick and thin. Butler tells of an undivided
Indian tribe, in the Far North which was all but exterminated by an
internecine feud over a dog that belonged to one man and was
killed by his neighbor; and among ourselves we have lawsuits,
fights, and deadly feuds, all pointing the same old moral, 'Love me,