MONGOLA AND HIS BROTHERS 



Cannibal to his side. He backed off, holding 

 the mouse firmly between his teeth, growled and 

 stamped his feet whenever his less favored broth- 

 ers or even I approached too near. In the mean- 

 time he devoured the little creature in a most 

 ferocious way. From that day on the skunks 

 proved themselves valuable pets by keeping the 

 granary and house free from mice. 



It was some time before my dog became 

 reconciled to the dainty little brutes that de- 

 manded so much of my attention. Several 

 times I was obliged to scold and punish him for 

 worrying them. One morning late in October 

 the dog was stretched out at full length before 

 the kitchen door taking his morning sun-bath. 

 I was feeding the chickens in the yard when I 

 noticed Cannibal crawl out from under the 

 wood-shed and walk toward the dog. Every 

 few feet he would stop and look at him. The 

 long, black object did not move and he came 

 closer. Soon he was within a foot of him. 

 The dog moved his ear to throw off a lingering 

 fly. In an instant Cannibal's tail was raised and 

 he stepped back several feet, never taking his 

 eyes from the flap of the dog's ear that had 



