In "Pure Hearted Devotion" a late 18th century hunter rests with his canine companions after bagging the weeks meal for his family. In his world there was no choice. It was either hunt or starve. This was not a trophy or a measure of manhood; it was survival. The hunter is not celebrating though he is very pleased with success. Instead he is tenderly contemplating the dogs who participated in the chase and will partake of the benefits of the bearís death.