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"Mr. Ben, you will have your match." Being 

 fond of the dog, however, as all of us were, 

 he put the horse into a gallop, hoping that 

 Ben would follow, and escape a good thrash- 

 ing. But no ! To run away from one of his 

 species, did not suit Ben's notions at all, though 

 the stranger was larger than he by one half. 

 Expecting the dog was behind him he just 

 looked round, and great was his concern to see 

 the two locked together in a deadly embrace. 

 When he came up to them, he was compelled 

 to be an unwilling spectator of the fight, as 

 he could not leave the horse, and was thus 

 powerless to interfere. For a time he felt sure 

 Ben would get the worst of it ; but what was 

 his surprise, when after a short but very sharp 

 tussle, he saw the big one sheer off cowed and 

 crest-fallen. Though I detest dog-fights and 

 everything of the kind, I must confess when I 

 heard the story from the lips of the groom, I 

 felt prouder than ever of gallant old Ben. 



Alas, how short a time do dogs live ! We 



