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I was away from home he slept in his mis- 

 tress' room and I believe he would have torn 

 an intruder to pieces at a single word from 

 her. 



Sailor had strange powers of observation 

 for a dog, and many special likes and dislikes. 

 He could spot a crank or a fool among a gang 

 of workmen and would watch his opportu- 

 nity to snap him. We had at one time thirty- 

 five workingmen here every day. Some of 

 them stayed months. Among them was a 

 poor white man who was a quack doctor, a 

 quack preacher, and a quack workman. 

 Sailor spotted him by some subtle power of 

 reasoning the first day he landed and tried to 

 bite him. That man stayed around our place 

 tinkering at various jobs for two months, and 

 the dog managed to tear his pantaloons three 

 times and got one good crack at his leg, 

 and he was never known to disturb any other 

 workman. 



When he first arrived from North Caro- 



