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whom he always acted upon his best behavior. This was 

 because my host had never played with him, nor, although 

 speaking gently to him, petted him. At the same time 

 he never refused him anything to eat which he seemed 

 to want, and this attitude had produced in Jack a certain 

 feeling of respect and fear, mingled with a strong, affec- 

 tionate attachment. 



Beside his fondness for every kitchen dainty, he was 

 also a lover of the cellar and its contents, and an open 

 bottle could not be left anywhere unguarded, without his 

 quick eye observing, and iiis thirsty lips draining, it. 

 Under the influence of the liquor he would commit the 

 most absurd follies, throwing off all control whatever, 

 and breaking his dishes and belongings, all the time 

 making the most frightful faces and chatterings. Like 

 all tipsy people, he had fixed ideas that nothing would 

 influence, — a favorite one being to climb up the roof of 

 his hut to a pole at the ridge. When this idea seized 

 him, he would creep slowly w]) the bamboo walls of his 

 hut, clinging by the swellings here and there, until, half- 

 way up, he would lose his grip and go tumbling down 

 upon the ground, to the great amusement of any lookers- 

 on. This he would keep up until, at length, he could 

 reach the top, where, with his arms round the pole, he 

 slept until his brain became clearer of the fumes of wine. 

 Sometimes these bouts had less happy endings. Bottled 

 wines fall an easy prey to the thievish negro servants, 

 and Jack, to satisfy his cravings for liquor, had no 



