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tox or rabbit must feel it, and as we may 

 suppose her own ancestresses did on the 

 shores of the Baltic some thousand genera- 

 tions ago. When the puppies were born, 

 Yama and the survivor were established by 

 me in a most comfortable kennel in the 

 same garden, with a day nursery and a 

 night nursery (covered and open) for the 

 comfort and safety of the puppy. But one 

 fine morning, when the little creature had 

 begun to crawl over the inclosure of its small 

 domain, I happened to go into the garden 

 while Yama was absent in the house, and 

 discovered that my little friend was missing. 

 The puppy had disappeared altogether ; and 

 at the same time I noticed that the flower- 

 bed in which Yama had made her excavation 

 had been nicely smoothed over by the 

 gardener, who was putting the place in 

 order. A suspicion instantly seized me, and 

 I exclaimed, "You have buried my puppy ! '' 

 I ran to the spot where the hole had been 

 made, and, having swept aside the gardener's 

 spadeful of soil, found the deeper part of the 

 hole, running slanting underground, still 

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