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kled, human, far-away look that reminds one of the 
bust of Homer among the Elgin marbles. He looks 
like the mountains toward which his heart yearns so 
much. 
The hound is a great puzzle to the farm dog; the 
latter, attracted by his baying, comes barking an: 
snarling up through the fields bent on picking a quar- 
rel; he intercepts the hound, snubs and insults and 
annoys him in every way possible, but the hound 
heeds him not; if the dog attacks him he gets away 
as best he can, and goes on with the trail; the cur 
bristles and barks and struts about for a while, then 
goes back to the house, evidently thinking the hound 
a lunatic, which he is for the time being —a mono- 
maniac, the slave and victim of one idea. I saw the 
master of a hound one day arrest him in full course, 
to give one of the hunters time to get to a certain 
runaway ; the dog cried and struggled to free himself 
and would listen neither to threats nor caresses. 
Knowing he must be hungry, I offered him my lunch, 
but he would not touch it. I put it in his mouth, but 
he threw it contemptuously from him. We coaxed 
and petted and reassured him, but he was under a 
spell ; he was bereft of all thought or desire but the 
one passion to pursue that trail. 
IV. THE WOODCHUCK 
WRITERS upon rural England and her familiar 
natural history make no mention of the marmot or 
woodchuck. In Europe this animal seems to be con- 
fined to the high mountainous districts, as on our 
