Behind Iron Bars 



There is an Eskimo dog in one of the 

 runways that divides with the fat 

 grizzly already mentioned the honor of 

 being quite resigned to his job, only 

 he never really knew what freedom is. 

 He has escaped the drudgery that falls 

 to the lot of his former canine comrades 

 in the sledge-hauling business, and he 

 knows it. You will see him usually 

 with a real smile upon his friendly face, 

 and he often romps and waves his up- 

 curved bushy tail in absolutely infec- 

 tious glee. A favorite pastime in his 

 case is racing up and down a high 

 partition fence, barking and snarling 

 savagely in mock-heroic combat with 

 a big grey wolf next door, pretending 

 that he is just dying to sink his fangs 

 in the lupine throat, and "brer wolf" 

 goes to the sport as if he really meant 

 business. Together they tear franti- 

 cally through this impossible finish- 

 fight; the only difference being that 

 the wolf seems to take it seriously and 

 is really spoiling for the fray, whereas 

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