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His happy hunting grounds, however, are 

 not the only things of wakefulness of which 

 he dreams. Sometimes in his sleep he gives 

 out a low guttural growl, the scruff of his neck 

 is raised, and we know that he is about to meet 

 Tartar. These " twa dogs " always assume a 

 hostile attitude when they meet, calling for our 

 prompt interference, merely for the friendly 

 purpose of preserving the peace. This special 

 antipathy to Tartar is somewhat surprising ; for 

 Gip is kindly disposed in all his domestic rela- 

 tions, even to Tabitha. Tabitha may hiss and 

 curl up her back, but he only looks on with a 

 grave kind of contempt. 



Like most dogs, Gip scratches himself by a 

 rapid movement of one of his hind-feet; and, 

 when his back is rubbed with a stick to produce 

 a like sensation, so strong is the habit that 

 he cannot help rapidly scratching the air or 

 the ground in a useless and ludicrous manner. 

 Sometimes he will show his delight by another 

 habitual movement, namely, licking the air as 

 if it were my hand. 



He has a language of his own, and it is quite 

 easy for any one acquainted with him to inter- 

 pret his barks. He has a peculiar bark in 



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