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eaten！　（The　Red　Cross　bulletin　says　no　less　than　eight　thousand

dogs　were　eaten；　in　Saxony　alone；　in　1913；　the　year　BEFORE　the

war　began。）　Or　else　to　be　captured　and　then　cut　up　by　some　German

vivisector…surgeon　in　the　sacred　interests　of　Science！　Oh；　we　can

bring　ourselves　to　send　Bruce　over　there！　But　don't　expect　us　to

do　it　with　a　good　grace。　For　we　can't。〃



〃I〃　began　the　embarrassed　guest；　but　the　Mistress　chimed　in；

her　sweet　voice　not　quite　steady。



〃You　see；　Captain；　we've　made　such　a　petsuch　a　babyof　Bruce！

All　his　life　he　has　lived　herehere　where　he　had　the　woods　to

wander　in　and　the　lake　to　swim　in；　and　this　house　for　his　home。

He　will　be　so　unhappy　andWell；　don't　let's　talk　about　that！

When　I　think　of　the　people　who　give　their　sons　and　everything

they　have；　to　the　country；　I　feel　ashamed　of　not　being　more

willing　to　let　a　mere　dog　go。　But　then　Bruce　is　not　just　a　'mere

dog。'　He　ishe　is　BRUCE。　All　I　ask　is　that　if　he　is　injured　and

not　killed；　you'll　arrange　to　have　him　sent　back　here　to　us。

We'll　pay　for　it；　of　course。　And　will　you　write　to　whomever　you

happen　to　know；　at　that　dog…training　school　in　England；　and　ask

that　Bruce　be　treated　nicely　while　he　is　training　there？　He's

never　been　whipped。　He's　never　needed　it；　you　see。〃





The　Mistress　might　have　spared　herself　much　worry　as　to　Bruce's

treatment　in　the　training　school　to　which　he　was　consigned。　It

was　not　a　place　of　cruelty；　but　of　development。　And　when；　out　of

the　thousands　of　dogs　sent　there；　the　corps　of　trainers　found　one

with　promise　of　strong　ability；　such　a　pupil　was　handled　with　all

the　care　and　gentleness　and　skill　that　a　temperamental　prima

donna　might　expect。



Such　a　dog　was　the　big　American　collie；　debarked　from　a　goods　car

at　the　training　camp　railway　station；　six　weeks　after　the

Mistress　and　the　Master　had　consented　to　his　enlistment。　And　the

handlers　treated　him　accordingly。



The　Master　himself　had　taken　Bruce　to　the　transport；　in　Brooklyn；

and　had　led　him　aboard　the　overfull　ship。　The　new　sights　and

sounds　around　him　interested　the　home…bred　collie。　But　when　the

Master　turned　him　over　to　the　officer　in　whose　charge　he　was　to

be　for　the　voyage；　Bruce's　deep…set　eyes　clouded　with　a　sudden

heartsick　foreboding。



Wrenching　himself　free　from　the　friendly　hand　on　his　collar；　he

sprang　in　pursuit　of　his　departing　deity；the　loved　Master　who

was　leaving　him　alone　and　desolate　among　all　these　strange　scenes

and　noises。　The　Master；　plodding；　sullen　and　heavy…hearted；

toward　the　gangway；　was　aware　of　a　cold　nose　thrust　into　his

dejected　hand。



Looking　down　he　beheld　Bruce　staring　up　at　him　with　a　world　of

stark　appeal　in　his　troubled　gaze。　The　Master　swallowed　hard；

then　laid　his　hand　on　the　beautiful　head　pressed　so　confidingly

against　his　knee。　Turning；　he　led　the　dog　back　to　the　quarters

assigned　to　him。



〃Stay　here；　old　friend！〃　he　commanded；　huskily。　〃It's　all　right。

You'll　make　good。　I　know　that。　And　there's　a　chance　in　a　billion

that　you'll　come　back　to　us。　I'mI'm　not　deserting　you。　And　I

guess　there's　precious　little　danger　that　any　one　on　The　Place

will　ever　forget　you。　It'sit's　all　right。　Millions　of　humans

are　doing　it。　I'd　give　everything　I've　got；　if　I　could　go；　too。

IT'S　ALL　RIGHT！〃



Then　Bruce　understood　at　last　that　he　was　to　stay　in　this　place

of　abominations；　far　from　everything　he　loved；　and　that　he　must

do　so　because　the　Master　ordained　it。　He　made　no　further　effort

to　break　away　and　to　follow　his　god　ashore。　But　he　shivered

convulsively　from　head　to　foot；　and　his　desolate　gaze　continued

to　trace　the　Master's　receding　figure　out　of　sight。　Then；　with　a

long　sigh；　he　lay　down；　heavily；　his　head　between　his　white

forepaws；　and　resigned　himself　to　whatever　of　future　misery　his

deities　might　have　ordained　for　him。



Ensued　a　fortnight　of　mental　and　bodily　anguish；　as　the　inland…

reared　dog　tasted　the　horrors　of　a　voyage　in　a　rolling　ship；

through　heaving　seas。　Afterward；　came　the　landing　at　a　British

port　and　the　train　ride　to　the　camp　which　was　to　be　his　home　for

the　next　three　months。



Bruce's　sense　of　smell　told　him　the　camp　contained　more　dogs　than

ever　he　had　beheld　in　all　his　brief　life　put　together。　But　his

hearing　would　have　led　him　to　believe　there　were　not　a　dozen

other　dogs　within　a　mile　of　him。



From　the　encampment　arose　none　of　the　rackety　barking　which

betokens　the　presence　of　many　canines；　and　which　deafens　visitors

to　a　dog…show。



One　of　the　camp's　first　and　most　stringent　rules　forbade　barking；

except　under　special　order。　These　dogsor　the　pick　of　themwere

destined　for　work　at　the　front。　The　bark　of　a　dog　has　a　carrying

quality　greater　than　the　combined　shouting　of　ten　men。　It　is　the


last　sound　to　follow　a　balloonist；　after　he　has　risen　above　the

reach　of　all　other　earth…noises。



Hence；　a　chance　bark；　rising　through　the　night　to　where　some

enemy　airman　soared　with　engines　turned　off；　might　well　lead　to

the　bombing　of　hitherto　unlocated　trenches　or　detachment…camps。

For　this　and　divers　other　reasons；　the　first　lesson　taught　to

arriving　wardogs　was　to　abstain　from　barking。



The　dogs　were　divided；　roughly；　by　breeds；　as　regarded　the　line

of　training　assigned　to　them。　The　collies　were　taught　courier…

work。　The　Airedales；　too；hideous；　cruel；　snake…headed；were

used　as　couriers；　as　well　as　to　bear　Red　Cross　supplies　and　to

hunt　for　the　wounded。　The　gaunt　and　wolflike　police　dogs　were

pressed　into　the　two　latter　tasks；　and　were　taught　listening…post

duty。　And　so　on　through　all　available　breeds；including　the

stolidly　wise　Old　English　sheepdogs　who　were　to　prove　invaluable

in　finding　and　succoring　and　reporting　the　wounded；down　to　the

humble　terriers　and　mongrels　who　were　taught　to　rid　trenches　of

vermin。



Everywhere　was　quiet　efficiency　and　tirelessly　patient　and

skillful　work　on　the　part　of　the　trainers。　For　Britain's　best　dog

men　had　been　recruited　for　service　here。　On　the　perfection　of

their　charges'　training　might　depend　the　fate　of　many　thousand

gallant　soldiers。　Wherefore；　the　training　was　perfect。



Hundreds　of　dogs　proved　stupid　or　unreliable　or　gun…shy　or　too

easily　confused　in　moments　of　stress。　These　were　weeded　out；

continually；　and　shipped　back　to　the　masters　who　had　proffered

them。



Others　developed　with　amazing　speed　and　cleverness；　grasping

their　profession　as　could　few　human　soldiers。　And　Bruce；　lonely

and　heartsore；　yet　throwing　himself　into　his　labors　with　all　the

zest　of　the　best　thoroughbred　type；was　one　of　this　group。



His　early　teachings　now　stood　him　in　good　stead。　What　once　had

been　a　jolly　game；　for　his　own　amusement　and　that　of　the　Mistress

and　the　Master；　was　now　his　life…work。　Steadily　his　trainer

wrought　over　him；　bringing　out　latent　abilities　that　would　have

dumfounded　his　earliest　teachers；　steadying　and　directing　the

gayly　dashing　intelligence；　upbuilding　and　rounding　out　all　his

native　gifts。



A　dog　of　Bruce's　rare　type　made　up　to　the　trainers　for　the

dullness　of　their　average　pupils。　He　learned　with　bewildering

ease。　He　never　forgot　a　lesson　once　taught。



No；　the　Mistress　need　not　have　interceded　to　save　him　from

beating。　As　soon　would　an　impresario　think　of　thrashing　Caruso　or



Paderewski　as　would　Bruce's　glum　Scottish　trainer　have　laid　whip

to　this　best　pupil　of　his。　Life　was　bare　and　strict　for　Bruce。

But　life　was　never　unkind　to　him；　in　these　first　months　of　exile

from　The　Place。　And；　bit　by　bit；　he　began　to　take　a　joy　in　his

work。



Not　for　a　day；perhaps　not　for　an　hour；　did　the　big　collie

forget　the　home　of　his　babyhood　or　those　he　had　delighted　to

worship；　there。　And　the　look　of　sadness　in　his　dark　eyes　became　a

settled　aspect。　Yet；　here；　there　was　much　to　interest　and　to

excite　him。　And　he　grew　to　look　forward　with　pleasure　to　his

daily　lessons。



At　the　end　of　three　months；　he　was　shipped　to　France。　There　his

seemingly　aiml