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The dog had gone straight across the moor for 

 about two miles, and we searched the ravines lying 

 under it for some hours without finding him. 



" Better go home, sir," remarked our companion ; 

 " we shall never see him again alive." 



"The moon will rise early to-night," was our 

 reply; "you can go home." 



"No sir, not without you; and I think, if he 

 must be found, that I can show you where he is 

 likely to be." 



" Lead on, then ;" and on walking down another 

 ravine, covered with heather and gorse, calling his 

 name, the dog's head suddenly appeared out of a 

 patch of brushwood, close to the stream. Our delight 

 may be imagined, on beholding him come forth to 

 meet us. After frisking about and showing his joy 

 at being restored to his master, the dog quietly 

 followed us home, greatly to the surprise of our at- 

 tendant ; and, to make assurance doubly sure, we fed 

 him that night with our own hand, and put the key of 

 the stable in which he had been kept in our own 

 pocket. The next morning, however, on being let 

 loose, he exhibited such symptoms of unusual excite- 

 ment, notwithstanding a calomel pill administered 

 after his supper, that my attendant of the previous 

 day, in conjunction with the landlady of the inn at 

 which I was then sojourning, requested that the 

 dog might be immediately shot, to prevent further 

 mischief, as he was evidently mad ; and soon after 

 some of the village authorities called upon me for 

 the same purpose. 



" Nothing you can say or urge/' was our reply, 



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