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resolved to try some plan that would make 

 him betray himself, if he was really fooling 

 us. This I did the next day, by fastening 

 the separate traces which I gave him, with 

 some rotten packthread. I had to be care- 

 ful to hold on to them while he started, for 

 then he always made a big fuss. However, 

 when he had settled down to his usual work, 

 fancy my surprise to see him tearing along, 

 as though he were doing the most of the 

 heavy work, when the fact was, he did not 

 pull enough to break that rotten pack 

 thread! 



I quietly called the attention of my In- 

 dian companions to his clever hypocrisy. 

 They all laughed at it and declared it was 

 one of the cutest bits of shirking they had 

 ever seen. Caesar's castigation, then and 

 there received, deterred him from ever try- 

 ing that trick again. 



Caesar was one of the few dogs that I 

 owned that never was sick or out of con- 

 dition. Accidents and various disasters 

 were constantly arising and many a good 

 dog would be. suddenly rendered unfit for 

 service. But nothing ever happened to old 

 Caesar. He would never over-strain or over- 

 heat himself for anybody. So he came at 



