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neither flinched nor howled, I did him the in- 

 justice to suppose that he was almost dead. He 

 trusted me, and as I rolled him about, taking 

 off that last thorny tangle, the slit ear, bloody 

 muzzle, and muddy head could not hide from 

 me an expression of gratitude in his intelli- 

 gent face. 



Returning from a camping-trip, and narrowly 

 escaping drowning, too, I was a dirty vagabond 

 myself. When the last wire dropped from the 

 prisoner, he enthusiastically began to share his 

 earth coating with me. He leaped up and half 

 clasped me in his fore legs, at the same time 

 wiping most of the mud off his head on one side 

 of my face. Then he darted between my legs, 

 racing about and occasionally leaping or fling- 

 ing himself against me; each time he leaped, he 

 twisted as he came up so that he struck me with 

 his back, head, or side, and thus managed to 

 transfer much of this fertile coat to me. He 

 finally ended by giving several barks, and then 

 racing to the near-by river for a drink and a 

 bath. I, too, needed another cloudburst. 



Just what kinds of dogs may have made his 

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