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where the unfortunate animal lay. He struck a 

 match and looked. There lay the poor fellow quite 

 motionless. His form was stretched between two 

 rows of seats ; but whether or not he had fallen 

 against their hard frames, George was unable to tell. 

 He lifted the limp body and hurried with it to his 

 room. There were no signs of life. He felt of the 

 body carefully, but could not tell whether any bones 

 were broken. He bathed Jim's head in alcohol and 

 laid him gently upon a cushioned chair. Pretty soon 

 Frank came in and asked what was the matter. 

 George explained as well as he could, though his 

 voice was shaken as he spoke. 



1 Poor Jim ! ' said he. ' He 's done for, I guess. 

 He was a good mascot for me, but he could n't be 

 one for himself. Well,' he continued, wiping his 

 eyes, ' we 've all got to go sometime, and I hope 

 we '11 all be as well prepared as he was. I never 

 knew him to do a mean or a wicked thing. He 's 

 been with me ever since he was born, and his record 

 is a white one. I 've been mad lots of times ; I 've 

 sworn and been uneasy when things did n't go to 

 suit me. But I '11 say this : I never saw Jim mad 



