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of the forenoon is spent in rooting round among all the 

 refuse heaps they can find ; and they gnaw and lick all 

 the empty tin cases which they have ransacked hundreds 

 of times before. If the cook sends a fresh tin dancing" 

 along the ice a battle immediately rages around the rrize 



THE DOGS BASKING IN THE SUN (jUNE 1 3'fH, 1894). 



From a Photograph. 



It often happens that one or another of them trying to 

 get at a tempting piece of fat at the bottom of a deep, 

 narrow tin, sticks his head so far down into it that the 

 tin sits fast, and he cannot release himself again ; so with 

 this extinguisher on his head he sprawls about blindly 



