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THE DOG. 
were, by responding affectionately to his 
friend’s caresses; but the aim was a fatal 
one, and he expired in the act of licking his 
master’s hand.” 
“I should not like to have been that 
man,” observed Kate. 
“ Ho. His feelings must have been pain¬ 
ful enough. The French smugglers have 
a curious and amusing mode of availing 
themselves of the faithfulness of their 
dogs and their care for their masters’ in¬ 
terests. Valuable laces and other small 
articles are packed securely inside their 
collars and are thus safely carried into 
Belgium, the custom-house officers, though 
very strict in searching persons, never 
dreaming of suspecting a dog. They have 
also in time of war conveyed letters in the 
same way.” 
“It is curious how long dogs will re¬ 
member people,” remarked Annie. “ Sport 
always seems as glad to see father as any 
of us, though he is so seldom at home.” 
“ Ulysses’ dog remembered him after he 
had been away twenty years,” said Rich¬ 
ard, who was rather fond of a classical 
allusion. 
