Chapter I: Book TWO: My Life in the Country

XVII THE ARRIVAL OF THE TWINS 191

XVIII THE SHOWMAN’S DOGS 202

XIX GOOD KING HARRY 214

XX THE REFORMED SHOWMAN 221

XXI MASTER CARTY’S BOTTLE 235

XXII MRS. WAVERLEE’S SCHOOL 254

XXIII MASTER’S BROTHER-BOYS 262

XXIV SIR EDWARD MEDLINGTON 275

XXV THE BOY MONTMORENCY 294

XXVI THE MOST PAINFUL EVENT OF MY LIFE 308

XXVII WEARY DAYS AND A RESCUE 318

XXVIII THE HAPPIEST TIME OF MY LIFE 339

XXIX MY OWN DEAR HOME 348

ILLUSTRATIONS

I AM AN OPEN-FACED, WIRE-HAIRED FOX-TERRIER _Frontispiece_

FACING PAGE

“YOU MUST HAVE A DRINK FIRST,” SAID GRINGO HOSPITABLY 24

BEANIE WAS QUITE HANDSOME NOW 100

THE LADY GAY CAT 148

IN THE HOUSE NEXT TO ME WAS A FINE LITTLE TOY SPANIEL CALLED
AMARILLA 178

KING HARRY, THE BEST SPECIMEN OF A BLOODHOUND I EVER SAW 216

“I HEARD SIX YELPS FROM THAT IMP YEGGIE” 268

REDDY O’MARE CAME TROTTING ROUND THE CORNER OF THE BARN 310

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BOOK ONE: MY LIFE IN THE CITY

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I claim that we dogs are better friends to men than men are to
themselves.... You, doubting man, say “No.”

Well then, give me offhand and quickly, the name of a single friend
of yours who never criticises you, who lives for you only, labors
for you, fights for you, would die for you, and all as a matter of
course, and without thought of reward.... I note you are silent....
Well, I can name you a million dogs who, if they loved you, would
live, labor, fight and die for you cheerfully and bravely, and
without knowing or caring whether they were doing anything unusual or
singular, or at all out of the ordinary.

BOY, The Wandering Dog.

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THE WANDERING DOG