Sigurd Our Golden Collie, and Other Comrades of the Road

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Katharine Lee Bates. Sigurd Our Golden Collie, and Other Comrades of the Road

I. SIGURD OUR GOLDEN COLLIE

VIGI

PUPPYHOOD

THE DOGS OF BETHLEHEM

GROWING UP

LADDIE

THE CALL OF THE BLOOD

SIGURD'S MEDITATIONS IN THE CHURCH-PORCH

ADVENTURES

THE HEART OF A DOG

HOME STUDIES

THE PLEADERS

COLLEGE CAREER

TO SIGURD

FAREWELLS

TO JOY-OF-LIFE

II. OTHER COMRADES OF THE ROAD

ROBIN HOOD

WHY THE SPIRE FELL

AN EASTER CHICK

HOW BIRDS WERE MADE

TAKA AND KOMA

WARBLER WEATHER

SUMMER RESIDENTS AT A WISCONSIN LAKE

THE JESTER

EMILIUS

HUDSON'S CAT

CATASTROPHES

TO HAMLET, A COLLIE

HAMLET AND POLONIUS

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Sigurd was related to Vigi only by the line of Scandinavian literature. The Lady of Cedar Hill was enjoying the long summer daylights and marvelous rainbows of Norway, when word reached her that her livestock had been increased by the advent of ten puppies, and back there came for them all, by return mail, heroic names straight out of that splendid old saga of Burnt Njal.

But this is not the beginning of the story. Indeed, Sigurd's story probably emerges from a deeper distance than the story of mankind. Millions of glad creatures, his tawny ancestors, ranged the Highlands, slowly giving their wild hearts to the worship of man, and left no pedigree. The utmost of our knowledge only tells us that Sigurd's sire, the rough-coated collie Barwell Ralph (pronounced Rāfe), born September 3, 1894, was the son of Heather Ralph, a purple name with wind and ripples in it, himself the son of the sonorous Stracathro Ralph, whose parents were Christopher, a champion of far renown, and Stracathro Fancy; and of lovely Apple Blossom, offspring of Metchley Wonder and Grove Daisy. Ralph's mother of blessed memory was Aughton Bessie; her parents were Edgbarton Marvel, son of that same champion Christopher and Sweet Marie, and Wellesbourne Ada, in proudest Scotch descent from Douglas and Lady.

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The Lady of Cedar Hill bent a doubtful glance on me.

"Oh, we've just settled that," smiled Joy-of-Life. "She would rather have him than all the other eight."

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