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THE LITTLE PEOPLE 



"This is the fairy land; O, spite of spites 

 We talk with goblins, owls and elvish sprites. " 



Comedy of Errors. 



IT is a question debatable between my dog and me whether 

 he or his master most enjoys the days in the woods ; 

 whether quadruped or biped finds there the greater 

 number of friends. When puppy, with a quick, sharp bark 

 and his ears a-cock, makes a head-long dive into the brambles, 

 I may expect to see Mollie Cotton-tail kangarooing out from 

 below, or hear the rapid fire report of a partridge breaking 

 from cover. Such things we both imderstand. But there are 

 other times when, like the old plantation negress, he "stands 

 fast awake and a-dreaming," his eyes focused somewhere in 

 the fourth dimensional space and seeing the imseen. If 1 1 

 call him at such times, he comes obedient to habit, but his 

 entire canine mind is absorbed otherwhere and he is thinking 

 thoughts unkenned of superior beings. How desperately 

 the brute tries to enlighten stupid man! Occasionally and 

 with a dramatic art, I am made to understand what he has 

 to tell, though I see only through a glass, darkly. Among 

 puppy's very best woodland friends are the fairies with 



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