Bingo 



cut wood, and worked together harmoniously 

 till late on in winter. Then Oliver's old horse 

 died, and he, determining to profit as far as 

 possible, dragged it out on the plain and laid 

 poison baits for wolves around it. Alas, for 

 poor Bingo ! He would lead a wolfish life, 

 though again and again it brought him into 

 wolfish misfortunes. 



He was as fond of dead horse as any of his 

 wild kindred. That very night, with Wright's 

 own dog Curley, he visited the carcass. It 

 Seemed as though Bing had busied himself 

 chiefly keeping off the wolves, but Curley feasted 

 immoderately. The tracks in the snow told the 

 story of the banquet ; the interruption as the 

 poison began to work, and of the dreadful 

 spasms of pain during the erratic course back 

 home where Curley, falling in convulsions at 

 Gordon's feet, died in the greatest agony. 



' Love me, love my dog,' no explanations 

 or apology were acceptable; it was useless to 

 urge that it was accidental, the long-standing 

 feud between Bingo and Oliver was now remem- 

 bered as an important tide-light. The wood- 

 contract was thrown up, all friendly relations 



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