. The country boy : the story of his own early life. Horses; Silverton (Or. ). 70 THE COUNTRY BOY I raised a pup. I liked him more than I did some people and he preferred me to some dogs, so it would seem natural that we were much alike in general character. I loved him then and I love his memory now. H e died i n my lap i n Portland, Ore., when he was about six years old. Some one had poisoned him. Every time I go to Portland there is no place I look on with more deep r e- gret than the spot near the railroad yards where he lies buried. I owned this dog's mother and he and I be- came pals. He
. The country boy : the story of his own early life. Horses; Silverton (Or. ). 70 THE COUNTRY BOY I raised a pup. I liked him more than I did some people and he preferred me to some dogs, so it would seem natural that we were much alike in general character. I loved him then and I love his memory now. H e died i n my lap i n Portland, Ore., when he was about six years old. Some one had poisoned him. Every time I go to Portland there is no place I look on with more deep r e- gret than the spot near the railroad yards where he lies buried. I owned this dog's mother and he and I be- came pals. He was more than a dog. He had almost human intelligence, but passed in a crowd for a dog. In that way he fooled. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original Davenport, Homer, 1867-1912. New York : G. W. Dillingham Co.
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