A Dog in Exile. ye 
from the shore. No sooner had he got them all 
together than, to my unspeakable astonishment 
and dismay, he began worrying them, growling all 
the time with a playful affectation of anger, and 
pulling out mouthfuls of feathers which he scat- 
tered in clouds over his head. To my shouts he 
responded by wagging his tail, and barking a merry 
crisp little bark, then flying at the dead birds again. 
He seemed to be telling me, plainly as if he had 
used words, that he heard me well enough, but was 
not disposed to obey, that he found it very amusing 
playing with the geese and intended to enjoy him- 
self to his heart’s content. 
“Major! Major!’ I cried, ‘‘ you base ungrateful 
dog! Is this the way you repay me for all my 
kindness, for befriending you when others spoke 
evil of you, and made you keep at home, and treated 
you with contemptuous neglect! Oh, you wretched 
brute, how many glorious breakfasts are you spoil- 
ing with those villainous teeth! ” 
In vain I stormed and threatened, and told him 
that I would never speak to him again, that I would 
thrash him, that I had seen dogs shot for less than 
what he was doing. I screamed his name until 
I was hoarse, but it was all useless. Major cared 
nothing for my shouts, and went on worrying the 
geese. At length, when he grew tired of his play, 
he coolly jumped into the water and swam back to 
me, leaving the geese behind. I waited for him, a 
stick in my hand, burning for vengeance, and fully 
intending to collar and thrash him well the moment 
