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magnificent carriages. Tbink of it, Ameiican people I Dogs 

 in silks, dogs in cairiages, and dogs on the stage. 



I thought it bad enough to try to "histe" the nigger over 

 the heads of the white folks, but now it conies to " histing " 

 the dogs over both — what next? I like the dog and I like 

 the nigger, but I like them in their places. I like rich folks 

 and poor folks, but there is a proper place for all. But it does 

 look like, in these modern days, things are getting " sorter 

 mixed ;" but for real useful knowledge and intelligence, wa 

 had dogs just as far ahead of these gentry imported pups as 

 Thomas Jefferson was, in his day, in true, broad statesman- 

 ship, ahead of little Benny Harrison. This seems to me to be 

 a day of queer capers, anyhow. Just think of Clay, Calhoun, 

 or Webster cutting up the capers of Tom Reed in the last 

 congress. Why, it is too ridiculous to think about, and these 

 gentry dogs seem to be running in the same line. 



Mj memory goes back to the days of old Troup, Hector, 

 Baily, Rattler, Jeff, Lady, and Haidee, and other good dogs of 

 their time and kind. Dogs, in their day, noted for their dignity 

 of character, their unquestioned veracity, their almost unerring 

 wisdom in the science of trackography, their vast attainments 

 in deer and foxology, dogs of sterling integrity, who deserved 

 to be, and were, examples, and were imitated by every respec- 

 table young dog and puppy that came within their purview. 

 I have often watched these old dogs, as they lay down, or 

 squatted in the summer's shade, meditating upon the mistakes 

 of the last season's hunt, and planning to avoid all such in the 

 next. I have seen them so absorbed in such reflections, that 

 they would forget to snap at the flies swarming round their 

 heads. I have seen old Troupe go off into a snooze and get to 

 dreaming. Sometimes he would dream he'd struck^^a fresh, 



