INTER-OCEAN HUNTING TALES 



back. About lunch time, however, my 

 capricious and unreasoning stomach, like 

 some people who are mere slaves of custom 

 and routine, demanded a square meal, which 

 was not to be had. 



Two dogs, which served more as sociable 

 companions about camp than in any other 

 capacity, accompanied us. One of the dogs 

 was a large-sized bull-terrier, rather old and 

 at times inclined to be cross. This animal 

 answered to the name of Major. Major had 

 a peculiar trait, which it is hard to account 

 for. In the evening, when the cook pulled 

 out his harmonicon and began to perform 

 on it, Major would stick his nose straight up 

 in the air and emit the most doleful and 

 lugubrious wail I ever listened to. 



The other dog was a fox-terrier, named 

 Jack, like most of his species, a very animated 

 little creature, always ready for a scrap. 

 This disposition was a source of annoyance 

 at times, because Jack had a strong prejudice 



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