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After watching several logs being pushed over, for some
would get stuck near the mill and a man was there pushing 
them over so that they would do no damage, we started 
up the the tracks.  We now noticed that the dog was
missing.  We whistled for him but no dog was to be seen.
We now heard a barking, and it seemed as if he had
gotten into some place and could not get out.   So I said, I 
would go down and see; just as I got down out came 
the little rascal with a little white rabbit.  Unfortunately
one of the men (Mr. Clayton engineer) of the mill saw him.  He
runs out very quickly exclaiming "That dog has got one of
my rabbits."  The dog ran up to the tracks and put down the
rabbit <s>on h</s> biting it as if he intended to eat it.  In the
mean time <s>he</s> the engineer asked us whose dog it was.  Learning that it
was not our dog and that he had followed us, he picks
up a rock; the dog seeing this leaves the rabbit and runs
down the track, the rock struck the dog on the back, the
dog then turns about only to get another in his side and
is thrown down the embankment and seeks shelter in the 
same place where he had gotten the little rabbit.  Mr. C.
        