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to call Caesar. And yet that little puppy 

 called Caesar, small as he then was, had 

 carried away and most cunningly buried all 

 those missing fish — and I had been the 

 amused spectator of the whole transaction. 



How had he done it? About an hour be- 

 fore I had, from my study window, observed 

 Mary the Indian servant girl, shove the large 

 pan of fish out of the kitchen door. Shortly 

 after I heard the most comical bowlings 

 imaginable. These odd sounds, of course, 

 at once excited my curiosity, and on going 

 to the window to investigate, there was be- 

 fore me a most amusing sight. The puppy 

 had literally taken possession of that whole 

 pan of fish. He would stand on one side of 

 them and howl for gladness. Then he 

 would march around the whole and have 

 another howl of delight. He was simply 

 wild with joy at being the undisputed pos- 

 sessor of such an unlimited supply of food. 

 He was too much delighted even to begin to 

 eat. The fact of being " monarch of all he 

 surveyed " was quite enough bliss for him. 



But what was that? He heard the dis- 

 tant barkings of dogs and at once his whole 

 demeanour changed. He seemed at once to 

 be conscious that he was in danger of losing 



