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and wormed my way under the wood-pile far 

 enough to see the dog in its hiding place, then I 

 hurried to a boy friend and told him of my great 

 discovery. We decided that we could capture the 

 wild dog and do it as Putnam did the wolf. All 

 boys who are familiar with the old legend of Gen. 

 Putnam and the wolf know that Gen. Putnam 

 crawled down the wolf's den and caught the ani- 

 mal by its ears, then the General's friends pulled 

 the hejo out by his heels. The question between us 

 boys was, who should be Putnam and who the 

 friend. After a long and heated dispute it was 

 decided by lot, that my chum should be General 

 Putnam. Without any further delay he crept un- 

 der the heap of logs and I followed him. There 

 was a snap and a snarl and a yelp, then he cried : 



"PULL, DOGON YE, PULL!" 



I grasped him by the feet and pulled him out, 

 and with him came the white-faced dog, but we 

 no sooner got the dog from under the heap of 

 sodden logs than it gave a spring at me, knocked 

 over my companion in doing so, and hit me on the 

 chest with its fore-feet so that we both fell in a 

 heap, and the dog disappeared in the woods, which 

 at that time thickly covered the bank of the river 

 just above the suspension bridge. What became of 

 the white-faced dog, I never knew. It was a 

 powerful brute, but as timid as a hare. From 

 many accounts that I have read of the wild dogs 

 in the West, however, I am ready to believe that 



