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bland smiling faces almost into his face ; as he, nothing loath, 

 nor repelling their caresses, discoursed most eloquent dog-lan- 

 guage to them, until, excited beyond all measure, old Whino 

 seated himself deliberately on the floor, raised his nose toward 

 the ceiling, and set up a long, protracted, and most melancholy 

 howl, which, before it had attained, however, to its grand cli- 

 max, was brought to a conclusion by being converted into a 

 sharp and treble yell ! a consummation brought about by a 

 smart application of Harry's double-thonged four-horse whip 7 

 wielded with all the power of Tom's right arm, and accom- 

 panied by a " Git out, now the whole grist ! Kennel ! now, 

 kennel ! out with them, Jem, consarn you ; out with them,- and 

 yourself, too ! out of this, or I'll put the gad about you, you 

 white Deckerin' nigger you I'' 



" Come back, when you have put them up, Jem ; and mind 

 you don't let them be where they can get at the setters, or 

 they'll be fighting like the devil," interposed Archer " I want 

 to have a chat with you. By-the-by, Tom, where's Dash 

 you'd better look out, or the Commodore's dog, Grouse, will 

 eat him before morning mine will not quarrel with him, but 

 Grouse will to a certainty." 



" Then for a sartainty I'll shoot Grouse, and wallop Grouse's 

 master, and that 'ill be two right things done one mornin' ; the 

 first would be a most darned right one, any how, and kind too I 

 for then A would be forced to git himself a good, nice set- 

 ter dog, and not go shootin' over a great old fat bustin' pinter, 

 as isn't worth so much as I be to hunt birds !" 



" Ha ! ha ! ha !" shouted the Commodore, whom nothing can,, 

 by any earthly means, put out of temper, " ha ! ha ! ha ! I 

 should like to see you shoot Grouse, Tom, for all the store you 

 set by me, you'd get the worst of that game. You had better 

 take Archer's advice, I can tell you." 



" Archer's advice, indeed ! it's likely now that I'd have left 

 rny nice little dog to be spiled by your big brutes, now aiut it ? 

 Come, come, here's supper." 



" Get something to drink, Jem, along with Timothy, and 

 come in when we've got through supper." 



" Yes, sir," replied the knight of the cut-throat ; " I've got 

 some news to tell you, too, Tom, if you'll wait a bit." 



" Cuss you, and your news too," responded Tom, " you're 

 sich a thunderin' liar, there's no k no win' when you do speak 



