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Show Tiikkr Was ftr-ooo is tub Phi-. One of Iho stories Primus told us oftencst was of how he came to own Herod, who was a pure-blooded hound of the best English breed. "Dig war de on'y mis'able pup oh his mother mil weak, (jood-for-not'in chap; nn' Mars Clm les he say. Primus, drown dat un; he disparage dc pack.' llmv-fiovch, llmv-fiovch, I takes urn, an' ferds urn, an' misses um fob twoort'rec months; but 'twant no uso. He war alius fl-wiukin', tin' his li'gs a-t-hakiu' un-dor un-dor him. So, Mars' Cim'lcs he say, 'What fob you keep dat ontortnit createhure? K'n on human, farcin' sech a skelinyton lo lib,' he way. But I say, 'He got de blood, sab. Do blood ob his fader's iu de skclington.' ilowsevch, begets leaner an' leaner, an' winks wim each day. 'He doi:e gono clean blind,' I pay. 'J nine' hah make up my mind to drown dat pup, sab.' Well, one day dab wus a hunt. Mars' Chrt'les ho start u buck up de norf mountain, an' 1 bad do dogs; an' shore's you lib, I Ink Herod in my pocket! 'Ef dab's any life i bini,' I say, 'it's got lo come out now. Now or nebber!' So 1 puts him down whah you could see de buck a-teariu' down do gohge, fin dogs lifer, pell-mell! high-sky! Kf you'll belceb me, sab, dat blind pup ho staggers up nn lie Ribs ft yow-how, an' lo goes offal a swingiii' trot! Course ho tumbles in do fus' ditch; but de blood lied kum out, sab! Al'er dat (l it pup neo as welt as any dog, an' ho kum in lus' at do death of many a Duck. Put Mars' Cha'les ho say, 'lie's ynur pup, Primus. It wor you dat find de blood in him!' " |