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ried over and made his acquaintance. He 

 ate a quart of milk soaked into as much 

 bread as it would hold, and enjoyed it 

 greatly. He chewed on my finger every 

 time I dipped it into sugared water without 

 biting. 



I left him fast asleep. When I returned 

 in the afternoon he was walking from side 

 to side, shaking his head, and howling 

 most dolefully. The cry was much like that 

 of a child, only louder and more disagree- 

 able. He was hungry. I went to him and 

 I said, "Stop it" At this he howled so it 

 made my head ache. I picked him up, and 

 with the aid of a shingle, I gave him a 

 spanking, just as you would a bad boy. 

 This stopped his howling, and then his mas- 

 ter came and fed him. 



After this spanking it was very evident 

 that he did not care for my acquaintance. 

 He persistently refused to recognize me. 

 As I approached him his ears would go 

 back, and his fur would rise. He had de- 

 cided to cut my acquaintance. 



