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SCAMP'S VISIT TO CONEY ISLAND. 



When I awoke, my master said, " AVe are at Coney Island.'* 

 We all got out, and went into the big house he called a hotel. 

 After we had dinner we all walked out. It was very sandy, and 

 water Avas running up and down upon the sand. I looked at the 

 water. I saw it away off in the distance. Then it came running 

 in towards me, and after making a great noise it splashed and 

 rolled up on the sand almost at my feet. Then it went back again. 



I grew angry, for the water kept doing this for ever so long. 

 My master wanted to go up the sand and see all the funny houses 

 and people. I did not want to go, but wished to bite the water 

 because it chased me. At last I made a dart at the water as it was 

 running away. I ran down the sand, when, oh, dear ! a great big 

 wave — that's what my master called it — came up. It splashed 

 all over me. I fell down and began to roll. My master called me, 

 but I could not get up. The water came all over me, and I thought 

 I should drown. 



I hate water. All pug-dogs do. Another wave came up, and I 

 know I should have been washed away if a boy had not run out 

 into the water and caught me. My master gave me a good scold- 

 ing when I got safe on land again. I can tell you I did not like 

 my first day at Coney Island. 



