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than pendulous, and therefore more mobile in ac¬ 
tion. His tail was facile and retrousse, with a 
lateral swing of about a foot and an indicated 
speed of seventeen hundred to the minute. When 
you add to these many charms, those mild eyes, 
surcharged with love light, and a bark as sweet 
as the bark of the frangipanni tree and as cheerful 
as the song of the meadow-lark, you may realize 
some of the estimable qualities that distinguished 
Little Wanderobo Dog. 
For some weeks he stayed with us. Tray-like in 
his faithfulness, and always in the vanguard when 
danger threatened the rear. One day our caravan 
passed through a group of migrating Wanderobos. 
There were a dozen or so of men, all armed with 
spears and bows and arrows; also fifteen or twenty 
women, thirty or forty totos, and about a score 
of dogs. 
Here was the test. Would Little Wanderobo 
Dog, reclaimed from the swamp, harken to the call 
of the blood and join the band of his own kind? If 
he did, we could only bow our heads in grief and 
submission, for after all were not we only foster 
friends and not blood relations? But Little Wan¬ 
derobo Dog never wavered in his allegiance to us. 
He had planted his lance by our colors and with 
these he would stick till death. 
He passed those other Wanderobo dogs as if 
they were creatures from another world. If he felt 
tempted to join his fellow dogs, there was no indi¬ 
cation of it, and at night when we reached our camp 
