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than pendulous, and therefore more mobile in ac- 

 tion. His tail was facile and retrousse, with a 

 lateral swing of about a foot and an indicated 

 speed of seventeen hundred to the minute. When 

 you add to these many charms, those mild eyes, 

 surcharged with love light, and a bark as sweet 

 as the bark of the f rangipanni tree and as cheerful 

 as the song of the meadow-lark, you may realize 

 some of the estimable qualities that distinguished 

 Little Wanderobo Dog. 



For some weeks he stayed with us, Tray-like in 

 his faithfulness, and always in the vanguard when 

 danger threatened the rear. One day our caravan 

 passed through a group of migrating Wanderobos. 

 There were a dozen or so of men, all armed with 

 spears and bows and arrows; also fifteen or twenty 

 women, thirty or forty totos, and about a score 

 of dogs. 



Here was the test. Would Little Wanderobo 

 Dog, reclaimed from the swamp, harken to the call 

 of the blood and join the band of his own kind? If 

 he did, we could only bow our heads in grief and 

 submission, for after all were not we only foster 

 friends and not blood relations? But Little Wan- 

 derobo Dog never wavered in his allegiance to us. 

 He had planted his lance by our colors and with 

 these he would stick till death. 



He passed those other Wanderobo dogs as if 

 they were creatures from another world. If he felt 

 tempted to join his fellow dogs, there was no indi- 

 cation of it, and at night when we reached our camp 



