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kled, human, far-away look that reminds one of the 

 bust of Homer among the Elgin marbles. He looks 

 like the mountains toward which his heart yearns so 

 much. 



The hound is a great puzzle to the farm dog ; the 

 latter, attracted by his baying, comes barking and 

 snarling up through the fields bent on picking a quar° 

 rel ; he intercepts the hound, snubs and insults and 

 annoys him in every way possible, but the hound 

 heeds him not ; if the dog attacks him he gets away 

 as best he can, and goes on with the trail ; the cur 

 bristles and barkfe and struts about for a while, then 

 goes back to the house, evidently thinking the hound 

 a lunatic, which he is for the time being — a mono- 

 maniac, the slave and victim of one idea. I saw the 

 master of a hound one day arrest him in full course, 

 to give one of the hunters time to get to a certain 

 runaway ; the dog cried and struggled to free himself 

 and would listen neither to threats nor caresses. 

 Knowing he must be hungry, I offered him my lunch, 

 but he would not touch it. I put it in his mouth, but 

 he threw it contemptuously from him. We coaxed 

 and petted and reassured him, but he was under a 

 spell ; he was bereft of all thought or desire but the 

 one passion to pursue that trail. 



IV. THE WOODCHUCK 



Writers upon rural England and her familiar 

 natural history make no mention of the marmot or 

 woodchuck. In Europe this animal seems to be con- 

 fined to the high mountainous districts, as on our 



