Bingo 



VI 



It is wonderful and beautiful how a man and 

 his dog will stick to one another, through thick 

 and thin. Butler tells of an undivided Indian 

 tribe, in the Far North which was all but ex- 

 terminated by an internecine feud over a dog 

 that belonged to one man and was killed by 

 his neighbor ; and among ourselves we have 

 lawsuits, fights, and deadly feuds, all pointing 

 the same old moral, ' Love me, love my dog.' 



One of our neighbors had a very fine hound 

 that he thought the best and dearest dog in the 

 world. I loved him, so I loved his dog, and 

 when one day poor Tan crawled home terribly 

 mangled and died by the door, I joined my 

 threats of vengeance with those of his master 

 and thenceforth lost no opportunity of tracing 

 the miscreant, both by offering rewards and by 

 collecting scraps of evidence. At length it 

 was clear that one of three men to the south- 

 ward had had a hand in the cruel affair. The 

 scent was warming up, and soon we should 

 have been in a position to exact rigorous justice 



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