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paper up, and put it in his pocket. Crib 

 then left the cellar. In about fifteen minutes 

 Handy asked me to have another, put his 

 hand in his pocket, and cried out, ' That 

 d d dog 'a got 'em/ Crib had meantime 

 besn up the cellar steps on his left hand side, 

 picked his pocket unperceived, returned on 

 his right-hand side, gone into the back 

 kitchen, opened the paper, which he left there 

 empty, and quietly enjoyed what he had 

 quietly stolen. On another occasion we had 

 young potatoes for dinner. As we could not 

 mash them with the gravy, Crib would not 

 eat them, licked all gravy from the potatoes, 

 hooked them off the plate and placed them 

 out of sight under the rim. My wife went 

 into the back kitchen to see if he had eaten 

 his dinner, and said, ' There's a good dog for 

 eating the 'taters.' Crib looked up, wagging 

 his tail, with a ' bow-wow.' As soon as she 

 stooped to pick up the plate he dropped his 

 tail, went into the front room, and ran under 

 the easy-chair out of sight. My wife called 

 the rest of the family to see the potatoes 

 in a perfect ring under the edge of the plate. 



