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Show w HE BELIEVED THE DOG. Fisher filled his pipe, lit a match and after taking a few puffs, remarked: re-marked: "I used to know a trilling, no-nc-count nigger down south named Sam. Wo had an old fox hound who was worn out from too much service to bo nny good after foxes any more, so we gave him to Sam for a coon dog, possum pos-sum dog, rnbbit dog, or any other old dog ho wanted to call him. This hound never did amount to much, but after Sam got him there never wns such a dog In all tho world, to hear him tell It. A lot of us wandered out ono night 'coon hunting. Sain and this old hound were of tho party. At the edge of the timber tho dog struck a trail, or pretended he did, gave tonguo just as he used to, and went through the woods making a lot of fuss. Wo told tho nigger there wasn't anything to It; that, tho old dog was having plpo drenniH, but. tho fellow wouldn't havo It. "No, sab," ho said, "dat ar dawg uovah lied to mo in all his life. Ho jest can't He. No, sah. Dab's somo-pin. somo-pin. doin', sunh.' " "Wo went nlong for a mllo or two, tho dog ahead, raising a disturbance, although tho other dogs weren't saying say-ing a word, and finally found him barking up a small hickory, just about big enough to hold a man. Snm declared de-clared there was a coon or a possum up tho tree, but wo looked up it nnd not a thing could wo see, so wo told lilm to como along. " 'No, sah,' he replied, 'dat ar dawg nevah lied to mo in all ma lifo; I'so goin' clam dls yoro tree.' " "Supposo wo could keep that nigger nig-ger from going up that trco? Not' on your old bones. Ho went up, camo down, with nothing of course, and on wo went, tho balanco of us joshing about how tho old dog had been fooling fool-ing Sam. When wo had got about fifty yards away from tho tree, Sam said: 'Dat ar dawg novnh lied to mo befo' an' Ah don't bolleb bo's dono lyln' to ma now. I'so goln' back er-gln.' er-gln.' " "And I'll bo blessed If that nigger didn't go back again, climb that tree and como back with a possum about as big as your fist ho had found In tho top branches. And for thlrty-llvo years l'vo boon wondering whether that black scoundrel had that possum in his pocket all tho time or whothor ho actually found it up in tho hickory. But say, perhaps ho didn't havo a low remarks to mnke about tho hound.' But a man with a jury script certificate certifi-cate came In about that tlmo and tho narrative was called finished. |