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was continually frothing at the mouth, and 

 was so shy and sullen that it was dangerous 

 to handle him, this got all right under my 

 treatment, after a time. 



One day I found a strange dog in my en- 

 closure, and, the moment he saw me, he 

 fastened on my gaiter. I took him up with both 

 hands, and threw him over the wire fencing, 

 then I went indoors and got my gun, and 

 poked the muzzle through the fencing. The 

 dog immediately seized it between his teeth, 

 so I shot him with one hand, never troubling 

 to raise the gun to my shoulder. He was a 

 stray dog, as mad as mad could be, and had 

 evidently been travelling all night. I never 

 heard anything about him from anyone, 

 although I kept his body locked up in one of 

 my places, and showed him to people, for a 

 long time. No one ever claimed him, and I 

 never found out where he came from. He 

 looked like a dog that belonged to a travelling 

 van, his ears stood up like a fox's ears, in colour 

 he was black and white, pepper and salt, all 

 mottled, something like a half bred carriage dog. 



