The Slum Cat 
LIFE III 
IX 
Cats can go very fast up a tree or over a wall, 
but when it comes to the long steady trot that 
reels off mile after mile, hour after hour, it is 
not the cat-hop, but the dog-trot, that counts. 
Although the travelling was good and the path 
direct, an hour had gone before two more 
miles were put between her and the Hades of 
roses. She was tired and a little foot-sore. 
She was thinking of rest when a Dog came run- 
ning to the fence near by, and broke out into 
such a horrible barking close to her ear that 
Pussy leaped in terror. She ran as hard as she 
could down the path, at the same time watch- 
ing to see if the Dog should succeed in passing 
the fence. No, not yet! but he ran close by 
it, growling horribly, while Pussy skipped along 
on the safe side. The barking of the Dog 
grew into a low rumble—a louder rumble and 
roaring—a terrifying thunder. A light shone. 
Kitty glanced back to see, not the Dog, but a 
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