Prince Jan, St. Bernard   By: Forrestine C. (Forrestine Cooper) Hooker (1867-1932)

[Illustration: "'The duty of a St. Bernard is to save lives and be worthy of his ancestors.'" ]

PRINCE JAN ST. BERNARD

BY FORRESTINE C. HOOKER

Illustrated by LYNN BOGUE HUNT

DOUBLEDAY & CO., INC.

GARDEN CITY, N.Y.

1946

TO

AN AMERICAN PATRIOT

My father, Brigadier General Charles L. Cooper, U.S.A., whose life for fifty seven years, from May 27, 1862 to September 30, 1919, when he answered the Last Roll Call, was devoted to the service of his Country and his Flag.

F.C.H.

CL

1921, DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY. PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES AT THE COUNTRY LIFE PRESS, GARDEN CITY, N.Y.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

I. THE HOSPICE DOGS 1 II. THE LAND OF SNOW 14 III. A NEW WORLD 29 IV. THE LAND OF NO SNOW 38 V. JAN LEARNS TO HATE 46 VI. THE POUND 58 VII. HIPPITY HOP 71 VIII. THE MUZZLE 81 IX. JAN'S JOURNEY TO THE LAND OF MAKE BELIEVE 94 X. THE HOME OF THE SUNBONNET BABIES 101 XI. PRINCE JAN VISITS SHORTY 114 XII. THE POUNDMASTER'S PROBLEM 125 XIII. THE VOICES OF THE HOSPICE DOGS 140 XIV. A FIRESIDE STORY 157 XV. AN UNFORGOTTEN TRAIL 167 XVI. PRINCE JAN DECIDES 175 XVII. JAN'S REWARD 180

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

Facing Page

"'You must be crazy, this is the pound,' snapped the tiny creature" 62

"'I wish the children could see Jan now'" 114

"Then the roaring in his ears turned to the voices of the Hospice dogs 'The duty of a St. Bernard is to save lives'" 148

PRINCE JAN

St. Bernard

Chapter I

THE HOSPICE DOGS

Prince Jan was a fuzzy, woolly puppy with clumsy paws and fat, round body covered with tawny hair. His brown eyes looked with loving good will at everything and everybody.

Jan and his brother, Rollo, had great fun playing together, his long fur making it easy for Rollo to haul him around, while Jan's teeth slipped from his brother's short hair. Though they tumbled about and growled fiercely at each other, their eyes were dancing with laughter.

When tired of playing, they would coax their mother to tell them stories about the Hospice dogs. Then they would lie very quietly listening with pricked up ears and earnest eyes. Sometimes Bruno, the oldest dog in the kennels, would join in the talk, and all the young dogs would gather around to hear the history of their family. Prince Jan and Rollo, cuddled beside their mother, would look at each other with pride, remembering that they, too, were St. Bernards.

"I have heard the monks tell visitors that our ancestors have lived in the Hospice for a thousand years," said Bruno in one of his talks. "When you puppies are old enough, you will be trained for work. The duty of a St. Bernard dog is to save lives and be worthy of his ancestors."

Jan and Rollo looked at him and thumped their tails to show that they understood.

"A good St. Bernard dog must have a sensitive nose, sturdy legs, and keen brains," Bruno's voice was very sober. "He knows what he must do when he finds a human being lost in the storm or frozen in the snow. Then he leads the way to the Hospice, or if the traveller does not follow, the dog brings monks to aid the man. Should one of us ever fail to do his best," he turned his big head slowly and his eyes were serious as he looked at the puppies, "it would mean disgrace for all the rest of the St. Bernard dogs."