MONGOLA AND HIS BROTHERS 



I searched everywhere, but without avail. At 

 last some one suggested the shed in which the 

 newly made soap was placed. I rushed there 

 trembling with fear. When I opened the door 

 the first thing I saw was poor unfortunate Can- 

 nibal, with his eyes turned upward in the center 

 of one of the largest tubs, held in a solid vise 

 of soap. My curious, mischievous little pet 

 had lost his life through his one great weak- 

 ness, indiscreet curiosity that had so often 

 brought him to grief in his short but eventful 

 life. 



Near the close of the following month we 

 had a light snow-storm. At night, while attend- 

 ing to my usual tasks, I noticed the tracks of a 

 fox along the road and up the hillside. I closed 

 the hen-house with more than usual care that 

 night, but seeing nothing of the fox I dismissed 

 him from my mind. The following evening as 

 I sat by the window watching the beautiful sun- 

 set above the white, snow-covered hills I no- 

 ticed Mongola and Snip playing in the snow 

 near the window. They ran after each other, 

 cuffed one another's ears and rolled over like 

 two kittens in play. Presently they stopped, 

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