Jan A Dog and a Romance   By: A. J. (Alec John) Dawson (1872-1952)

JAN

A DOG AND A ROMANCE

BY

A.J. DAWSON

NEW YORK

GROSSET & DUNLAP

PUBLISHERS

Published by Arrangement with Harper & Brothers

JAN: A DOG AND A ROMANCE Copyright, 1915, by Harper & Brothers Printed in the United States of America Published October, 1915

CONTENTS

I. HOW FINN CAME HOME

II. NUTHILL AND SHAWS

III. INTRODUCING THE LADY DESDEMONA

IV. THE OPEN AIR CALL

V. DESDEMONA'S WANDERINGS

VI. HOW DESDEMONA FOUND HER NEST

VII. DESDEMONA FORGETS HER MANNERS

VIII. FINN IS ENLIGHTENED

IX. THE LONE MOTHER

X. FAMILY LIFE AND DEATH

XI. JAN GOES TO NUTHILL

XII. SOME FIRST STEPS

XIII. SAPLING DAYS

XIV. WITH REFERENCE TO DICK VAUGHAN

XV. JAN'S FIRST FIGHT

XVI. GOOD BY TO DICK

XVII. JAN BEFORE THE JUDGES

XVIII. FIT AS A TWO YEAR OLD

XIX. DISCIPLINE

XX. SUSSEX TO SASKATCHEWAN

XXI. INTRODUCING SOURDOUGH

XXII. MURDER!

XXIII. THE FIGHT ON THE PRAIRIE

XXIV. PROMOTION

XXV. JAN GOES ON HIS TRAVELS

XXVI. THE RULE OF TRACE AND THONG

XXVII. MUTINY IN THE TEAM

XXVIII. THE FEAST AND THE FASTER

XXIX. THE FIGHT IN THE WOODS

XXX. REAL LEADERSHIP

XXXI. THE COST OF INCOMPETENCE

XXXII. JAN OBEYS ORDERS AT THE GREAT DIVIDE

XXXIII. BACK TO THE TRAIL

XXXIV. THE PEACE RIVER TRAIL

XXXV. THE END OF JAN'S LONE TRAIL

XXXVI. "SO LONG, JAN!"

XXXVII. BACK TO REGINA

XXXVIII. THE FALL OF SOURDOUGH

XXXIX. HOW JAN CAME HOME

JAN

I

HOW FINN CAME HOME

Rightly to appreciate Jan's character and parts you must understand his origin. For this you must go back to the greatest of modern Irish wolfhounds, Finn; and to the Lady Desdemona, of whom it was said, by no less an authority than Major Carthwaite, that she was "the most perfectly typical bloodhound of her decade." And that was in the fifteenth month of her age, just six weeks before Finn's arrival at Nuthill.

When the Master was preparing to leave Australia with Finn he said, "It's 'Sussex by the sea' for us, Finn, boy, in another month or so; and, God willing, that's where you shall end your days."

Just fourteen weeks after making that remark (and, too, after a deal more of land and sea travel for Finn than comes into the whole lives of most hounds) the Master bought Nuthill, the little estate on the lee of the most beautiful of the South Downs from the upper part of which one sees quite easily on a clear day the red chimneys and white gables of the cottage in which Finn was born. But at the time of that important purchase Finn was lying perdu in quarantine, down in Devonshire; a melancholy period for the wolfhound, that. The Master spent many shipboard hours in discussing this very matter with the Mistress of the Kennels on their passage home from Australia, and he tried hard to find a way out of the difficulty, for Finn's sake. But there it was. You cannot hope to smuggle ashore, even in the most fashionably capacious of lady's muffs, a hound standing thirty six inches high at the shoulder and weighing nearer two hundred than one hundred pounds. It was a case of quarantine or perpetual exile, and so Finn went into quarantine. But, as you may guess, there were pretty careful arrangements made for his welfare.

The wolfhound had special quarters of his own in quarantine, and his enforced stay there had just this advantage about it, that when the great day of his release arrived there was no more travel and hotel life to be suffered, for by this time the Master was thoroughly settled down at Nuthill, the Mistress of the Kennels had made that snug place a real home, and her niece, Betty Murdoch, was already an established member of the household. So Finn went straight from quarantine at Plymouth to the best home he had ever known, and to one in which his honored place was absolutely assured to him.