Chapter Three He Watches Faithfully My cousin, John Harmon, who was working for us, took a jug of water with him one Saturday afternoon to the field where he was hoeing corn and placed it at the further of the field where there was cool shade and threw his old coat over it to help keep it cool then went about his hoeing. After a while, Carlo came down to where he was hoeing and followed along to the end of the row where the jug was. John stopped long enough to get a drink then went back to hoeing. Carlo laid down by the jug to guard it without being told to watch it. I don't know how many times John went for a drink after that, but he quit a little early as he was going somewhere that evening and wanted to clean up before starting. He hoed his row out next to the house, and his mind was so occupied with his intended trip that he forgot all about the jug until his return when asked about it, but Carlo hadn't forgot, he stayed there until late in the afternoon. Sunday when some of the folks wanted to take a walk after it begun to get cook and look at the corn, they went to the field John had been hoeing; walking on through the rows to where John had left the jug, Carlo much have heard them before the knew who was coming. Somebody thought they heard a dog growl; pretty soon he barked, not fierce, but a joyful bark and came running to them making little noises like he was so happy he ran around them then ran back into the bushes and barked; then came out and barked, then turned back to the bushes making noises like he was trying to talk. They went to see what it was he was trying to tell them, and found the jug…he had been guarding it for more than twenty-four hours without food or water as far as we knew. He got lots of praise and friendly pats for his faithfulness. Chapter Four Mother gets Puppy Someone gave Mother a little female shepherd puppy dog and it was a cute little thing. It's hair was long and curly and soft as silk, when it folded up for a snooze, it looked like a ball of loose wool. She had such a good and sunny disposition that Mother named it "Bonny." She grew very fast, was playful and docile, made friends with everyone. One day the gate to the cow lot was left open and a cow entered the yard; mother noticed her and called out for someone to drive her out. We went after her hollering to maker her go and first thing we knew, Bonny was there, not much bigger than a housecat, barking fierce and loud, running up to her like she was going to bite and the cow got out in a hurry. Carlo didn't think much of the puppy we called "Bonny." He stayed aloof, and when she got too close he would growl; as much as to say "you keep away from me." Then one day when she was more lively and playful than usual, she ran up from behind where he was laying on the ground with his head resting on his paws half a sleep. She touched him with her nose and startled him so much that he just raised his head, turned, barked and snapped Bonny on the head so hard the he almost killed her. One of his teeth caught in the corner of one eye tearing it badly, almost blinding it…that eye always watered afterwards. When Carlo realized what he had done, he jumped up from the floor in a hurry to get away, but I was after him scolding and cuffing until he stopped, lowered his head in a humble way, as much as to say that he was awfully sorry, and to my knowledge he never snapped at her again. She was more careful afterwards and they lived together peacefully from then on. They made a good team watching over the place to keep intruders off. (Note- the old house they lived in was built in 1817 and until the day it was torn down in 1941 to make way for Watts Bar Lake, it never had locks on the doors. The smoke house had a lock but the house didn't-EC) Bonny was very alert and her hearing and sense of smell was more accurate than Carlo's. She would smell or hear something and start barking and Carlo would be along pretty quick and they would be after whatever was intruding, making the welkin ring with their barking to wake me up, I would raise up in bed and listen. I most always could tell by the way they barked what it was they were after and would soon be out with them prepared to take care of whatever it happened to be. Chapter Five He Ok's A Strange Cherokee Indian To be continued with Chapter Five in another email. Edna Clack