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On the 30th 1 met the poor failor, Charles Macdonald, 

 and having juft bought thirty gallons of Grenada rum, 

 I gave him a handfome return for his bacon ham and his 

 dog, befides a fine cork'-fcrew (mother-of-pearl fet in 

 filver) as a keep-fake, he being to fail the day following 

 for Virginia, on board the Peggy, Captain Lewis, who, 

 at my recommendation, promifed to make him his mate. 

 As I am fpeaking of dogs, I muft make two general re- 

 marks on thefe animals in Guiana, viz. that in this 

 quarter of the world they lofe the faculty, or at leaft the 

 habit, of barking ; and it is a known fadt, that the native 

 dogs never bark at all. In this country, it is obferved 

 alfo, that dogs are never feized with the hydrophobia, at 

 leaft I never remember to have feen or heard of a mad dog 

 in Surinam : and this is the more lingular, as that dreadful 

 diftemper is generally attributed in other countries to the 

 intenfe heat of th.Q Cdtiiculares ox ^og-iiTiji^ as that appel- 

 lation fufEciently indicates. The Indians or natives of Gui- 

 ana all keep dogs, which they ufe in hunting; they are of 

 a dirty white colour, meagre, and fmall, with fliort hair, 

 a fharp muzzle, and evtCi ears : all thefe are very dexte- 

 rous in finding game ; but they poffefs all the mif- 

 chievous qualities of the terrier. 1 ought not to forget 

 that if the American dogs do not bark, their howl is very 

 Ipud ; on this account my Virginian dog was fo trouble- 

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