CH. XXXIII. 



CANINE SAGACITY. 



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I will not pretend to determine ; but the very first 

 time the door was open he bolted out, and never 

 asjain came within reach of his old master. This 

 seems rather a stretch of canine intelligence, but 

 it was told me as a true story ; and I am con- 

 vinced that the relater, who was the master of 

 the dog, believed it himself. 



But I must close my chapter on this subject, 

 or I shall become insufferably prolix. 



