Jack in Civilization 123 



terrier does a rat. Then when he threw him 

 down, the thrashed dog was so cowed that 

 he lay flat on the ground. Jack walked 

 around him several times, uttering a few 

 ominous growls, which doubtless were 

 words of advice to the miserable fellow to 

 behave himself in future. Then turning to- 

 wards the gate, Jack sprang over it with the 

 agility of a grejdiound and leisurely 

 marched home. But he was ruffled in spirits 

 and out of sorts all day. 



Of course the revengeful gipsies could not 

 forgive this thrashing, and the humiliation 

 to which their great fighter had been obliged 

 to submit. For months they tried in various 

 ways to injure or kill Jack, and at length 

 they succeeded in inflicting a grievous 

 wound in one of his shoulders. We had 

 done for him all that skilled veterinary sur- 

 geons could do, but their efforts were in 

 vain. One trouble was, the wound could 

 not be reached by Jack's tongue, which is 

 Nature's great plan for the cure of these 

 things. As I saw my glorious, patient dog, 

 my faithful companion in many a long, lone 

 journey, my deliverer, humanly speaking, 

 from many a dangerous blizzard storm, thus 

 dying slowly before me, I did long for wise 



