“Time for your first lesson, Prince Jan,” said the monk in his gentle voice that all the dogs loved.  Rollo whined pleadingly, and the monk laughed, “Yes, you, too, Rollo.  Come along, both of you!”

With sharp yelps they followed to the door, through the arched corridors, up a short flight of steps, past a big room.  Rollo and Jan waited impatiently while Brother Antoine unfastened three doors, one after the other, and then as the last one opened, the two dogs dashed out into the snow.

They gave little barks of joy and thrust their noses into the cold white mass, tossing it high and digging into drifts with broad clumsy paws, then stopping to rush at each other and tumble almost out of sight in their play.

It was summer-time at the Hospice, though no one would have guessed it, for the snow lay in masses on all sides, the little lake was frozen over, and the peaks of the mountains were sheeted with snow and blue-white ice that never melted the year around.  There was not so much danger for travellers during the months of July and August, and as the work was lighter for both the dogs and the monks, the puppies were then taken out for their first lessons.

A collar was fastened to Prince Jan’s neck and from it hung a small bell that tinkled clearly with each step the proud little fellow took.  When he looked back he saw his brother also had a collar and bell, and then a casket was tied to each pup’s neck.  Both dogs watched the monks and at a sign from Brother Antoine they trotted carefully along the narrow, slippery way.

There were no trees, grass, or flowers growing for many miles around the Hospice, for the earth was buried deep under rocks, and these rocks were covered all the time with a white blanket of snow, which drifted into the hollow places until it was many feet deep.  The narrow trail twisted between cragged mountains, and often the dogs could look down so far that it would have made them dizzy, had they not been Hospice dogs.

They trudged along happily for a long distance, then Brother Antoine spoke to his companion and commanded Jan and Rollo to lie down.  They obeyed at once, and watched him go on alone until he disappeared around a bend of the trail.  The pups looked at each other anxiously, and fixed their eyes on the face of the monk who had stayed with them, but he was staring at the trail.  Prince Jan whimpered softly, and Rollo echoed the sound, but neither of them rose to their feet.

“Wait!” said the monk, and the dogs trembled with eagerness as they sniffed the cold air.

At last the monk ordered, “Go!” Instantly they leaped to their feet and raced along the narrow pathway, their noses close against the snow to catch the scent of Brother Antoine who was somewhere ahead of them.