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thus crossing Argyll Street. The weight of the condensed dew 

 upon this line must have been considerable. 



Dogs. 



Fraud. — In a public work west of Glasgow, two dogs, a New- 

 foundland and a Terrier, were kept. The latter was a famed 

 ratter, and when he killed a rat, he carried it into the house to 

 show his mistress, who ordered him out, but always followed with 

 a large piece of oat-cake, which Tartar first ate, then taking the 

 rat and burying it in the garden. One day he and the Newfound- 

 land were playing together in a field, when Tartar was observed 

 to proceed into the garden accompanied by his friend, unearth the 

 last rat he had buried, and carry it into the house. When the 

 usual reward was given to him, he shared it with his companion, 

 and then took away the rat and reburied it. 



Conspiracy. — A dog in the village, near the works in question, 

 was a nuisance to the inhabitants, and with it Tartar had often 

 fought, but had always been driven off" by the dog's master. One 

 day the Newfoundland, Tartar, and another little dog were playing 

 together, when Tartar's enemy appeared in the distance. The 

 three at once separated. Tartar lay down on one side of the 

 road, and the Newfoundland at the root of a tree on the other side, 

 while the small dog ran to meet the enemy, and sportingly 

 led him on to the place where the two others were in waiting. 

 Whenever they came up, Tartar and the Newfoundland sprang 

 out, the three fastened upon the one, and before aid arrived the 

 poor dog was killed. 



"A Shower of Frogs." 



At the end of August, a few years ago, after a long drought, a 

 copious shower fell during the night. On going out about seven 

 next morning the road was literally swarming with young frogs ; 

 also in a neighbouring field, so numerous were they that only with 

 great care could I walk without treading upon them. Nothing 

 could better account for this swarm than a "shower" of them. 

 My house and garden were surrounded by a high wall ; I thought 

 that, if the frogs had fallen from the clouds, they would be in 

 the garden as well as outside, but upon examination, not one 

 was there to be seen. A large pond in a clayfield at about 200 

 yards distance, was undoubtedly the place whence came the so- 

 called " shower of frogs." 



