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points in some respects resembled those of a good setter. 

 He was grizzled black and white, and spotted on the sides 

 in litle inky drops about the size of a three-cent piece; 

 his hair was long and silky, his ears beautifully fringed, 

 and his tail long and feathery. His eyes were bright, soft, 

 and full of expression, and a jollier, livelier, more loving 

 creature never wore dog-skin. To be sure, his hunting 

 blood sometimes brought us and him into scrapes. A 

 neighbor now and then would call with a bill for ducks, 

 chickens, or young turkeys, which Rover had killed. The 

 last time this occurred it was decided that something must 

 be done; so Rover was shut up a whole day in a cold 

 lumber-room, with the murdered duck tied round his neck. 

 Poor fellow! how dejected and ashamed he looked, and 



