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the dog had been found, although every likely hill 

 had been well scoured. 



Some of the people averred that the devil must 

 be in the dog. The major part of the farmers 

 believed that the savage animal had been frightened 

 away, and most probably would not be met with 

 again for some time. Acting under this conviction, 

 the hounds were sent back by train the next 

 morning. 



The morrow was beautifully fine ; and, little 

 expecting that I should see the death of the sheep- 

 worrier, I had gone for a ramble over the hills, 

 armed with my geological hammer. I was sitting 

 on a slab in an isolated quarry, watching tlie 

 varying tints of the hillside, as shadow and sun- 

 shine coursed each other over the tender spring 

 green of the grass, the darker green of the new 

 fern, and the warm yellow-brown of last year's 

 fronds, and admiring the contrast of the grey rocks 

 angrily jutting out amidst the loveliness, and the 

 whole crowned with the purple heather, rising above 

 a narrow belt of mist, when a man, gun in hand, 

 came clinking down the sloping rubbish, digging his 

 heels in at each step, and excitedly told us — the 

 two or three quarrymen and myself — that he had 

 seen the dog lying on a rock about a mile away. 



A boy was despatched to summon the neighbour- 



