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for the shore withit. Jim was delighted. Hans looked 
nonplussed. 
“ How’s that!” said Jim,” ain’t that nice, ain’t he 
a dandy?” 
“ Valk pack,” said Hans, “und make him pring it 
to you ofer landt. Dot vill deach him to redrieve from 
landt.” 
Jim did so, but on reaching land the dog immediate- 
ly commenced to bite, then eat the duck. In an in- 
stant Jim was at his side, and had his fingers in his 
collar. “You will, willyou?” said he, and he began 
kicking him. You infernal whelp, Ill teach you.” 
With each word he gave him a kick; the dog howled, 
and tried to get away, but it was useless, he was held 
tight, and was licked and pounded until Jim quit from 
sheer exhaustion, and aided by a parting kick, the 
dog ran howling away. 
Hans enjoyed it, and said: “ A vileago you said if you 
effer gaught dot tog again, in vragrant delic—doan’t 
remember yoost vat—dot I would a cirgus see. Dink 
you moost have gaught him dot vay. Mooch opliged 
for der cirgus.” 
“Tam going to eat,” said Jim. 
* Ziemlich,” rephed Hans. 
‘Open up your basket, Hans, and lets get at it. What 
have you got, anyway ?” 
“ Here ve are. Dis vas proat und putter ; nechts, 
pologna ; nechts, liverwurst ; nechst, Schweitzer , 
und ledst, limpurgur kase.” 
* Oh, my! how it smells,” said Jim. 
* Dot ish zo,” said Hans, * but it tastes mighty goot. 
I neffer see hmpurgur shees midout I dink of ashoke on 
my vader. Neffer heard it? No? Vant me to tell it, 
