CHAPTER XXXVII 



Rotation of Crops. 



Dinner at the farm. A great dish of pork 

 chops and beans is steaming on the table. 

 Everyone is helped, and it is a pleasure to 

 see these worthy people eat with their good 

 appetites. Jim, the big cowman, is the first 

 to finish. He throws away his bone and 

 Rover grabs it. Rover lies down on his 

 stomach and takes the bone between his 

 fore-paws. You can hear him biting his 

 hard morsel. How it cracks ! Rover must 

 not be teased now. An angry growl and the 

 display of four formidable fangs would warn 

 the thoughtless person that he must stop 

 his jokes at once, or else — I would not answer 

 for what might happen. Rover is not ill- 

 tempered — far from it ; but Rover has a 

 right not to be interfered with at dinner. He 

 does his work as a dog thoroughly. The 

 night before last wolves were prowling round 

 the park, and he put them to flight. Let 



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