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he would a puppy, and the innocent young ras- 

 cal would lie on his side and bask and sleep in 

 the sunshine, amid all the noise and chaffering 

 around him, precisely like a dog. He was about 

 the size of a full-grown cat, and there was a be- 

 witching beauty about him that I could hardly 

 resist. On another occasion, I saw a gray fox, 

 about two thirds grown, playing with a dog, 

 about the same size, and by nothing in the man- 

 ners of either could you tell which was the dog 

 and which was the fox. 



