dug other holes, under the sod banks, or 

 beside a rock, where Grunt, the pug, could 

 not bother him without getting too much 

 out of breath. 



x* We made friends with him at first by 



^ scratching his back with a stick, at which 

 pleasant operation he would swell and grunt 

 with satisfaction. But you could never tell 

 when he would get enough, or at what mo- 

 ment he would feel his dignity touched in a 

 tender spot and go hopping off to the garden 

 in high dudgeon. Then we fed him flies 

 and bits of tender meat, which we would 

 wiggle with a bit of grass to make them 

 seem alive. At the same time we whistled 

 a certain call to teach him when his supper , 

 was ready. Then, finally, by gentle han- 

 dlings and pettings he grew quite tame, and 

 at the sound of the whistle would scramble 

 out from under the door-step, where he lived 

 by day, and hop briskly in our- direction to 

 be fed and played with. 



Though K'dunk had many interesting 

 traits, which we discovered with amazement 

 as the summer progressed and we grew better 



