48 OUR DICK. 



attached to their dens, you may be sure 

 they would "shanghai" on sight a smart 

 and likely terrier, like Dick. This, 

 we fancy, was our unsuspecting little 

 Scotch friend's fate, who, not being used 

 to the low society in which he found him- 

 self, bolted on the first opportunity, was 

 captured by the Pound men, and fell, as 

 I have related, into his present owners' 

 hands. So the poor chap, in his little 

 way, got into quite the same troubles 

 that beset the Prodigal Son at the end 

 of his giddy career, and then, like that 

 same prodigal, happily found kind friends 

 to give him cheer and welcome. 



