Bruno

ere we were to take the through sleeper to Jacksonville. In those days there was no Union D

with him in the regular transfer omnibus, while Julius crossed with the baggage. We thought that Bruno and I could take care of each other, though I confess I was not willi

the 'bus started, but seemed satisfi

us at the other station

reporting, "All's well," we both fairly laughed, in the re

dawn. The train was standing, puffing and snorting like a rest

, he had planned to give him a little run; so, as I leaned out of the car window, I saw Julius with Bruno's chain, cup, etc., bunched in his hands, while the happy dog w

again! Isn'

red him th

time, that he seemed to comprehend the meaning of our plan of travel, and trotted along from old to new

southward, our heavy garments, built for northern winters, would prove to be oppressive. How startling, then, to feel our features pinched by nipping breezes as we stepped from the cars at last in the Sunny South!

t was against their rules to allow dogs in the rooms, so he was installed in comfortable quarters outside. Julius went with him to make sure he was satisfied, and to see that he was watered, fed, and in good spirits before we had our own

s very particular about appropriating food. Sometimes at home, when in a brown study, I placed his dish of food on the floor without saying anything; but he would never begin to eat until he had gained my attent

poison, for he was greatly feared by many timid people, especially by various grocer and butcher boys, who approached our p