Raggylug; 



for each kind of danger there was a safeguard. 

 His mother taught him the principal dodges, 

 and he improved on them and made many new 

 ones as he grew older. And the older and wiser 

 he grew the less he trusted to his legs, and the 

 more to his wits for safety. 



Ran-er was the name of a young hound in 

 the neighborhood. To train him his master 

 used to put him on the trail of one of the Cot- 

 tontails. It was nearly always Rag that they 

 ran, for the young buck enjoyed the runs as 

 much as they did, the spice of danger in then 

 being just enough for zest. He would say : 



"Oh, mother ! here comes the dog again 

 must have a run to-day." 



« You are too bold, Raggy, my son ! she 

 might reply. " I fear you will run once too 



often." 



« But, mother, it is such glorious fun to tease 

 that fool dog, and it's all good training. I H 

 thump if I am too hard pressed, then you can 

 come and change off while I get my second 



"'on he would come, and Ranger would take the 

 trail and follow till Rag got tired of it. Then 



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