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Title: Bruno
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Dewey, Byrd Spilman, b. 1856
Subjects: Dogs
Publisher: Boston, Little, Brown, and Company
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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The train was to go at eleven, and we werethree-quarters of a mile from the station! Wefelt utterly lost. It was impossible to leaveBruno, and yet we must go. Julius looked in all directions, calling andwhistling. No answer. Our baggage had gone,a wagon full of it. The tickets were bought,and everything was arranged. Julius came in from an unsuccessful search,a look of desperation on his face. There s no help for it, he said; we muststart, Bruno or no Bruno. We locked up the house and set off. As wedrove along, I kept looking out, hoping to seethe familiar form come dashing after us, but invain. Julius was to come into town each morn-ing to the office, returning to us at the seashoreon the afternoon train. I began to think Icould not know Brunos fate (for I fearedsomething serious must have happened) untilthe afternoon of the next day. We had beenso delayed it was necessary to make all speed. We hurried into the station, and there, stand-ing beside our heap of luggage, one eye for the
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Chasing Crabs and Sea-Birds. —P.^ge iii BRUNO 111 packages and the other on the lookout for us,stood Bruno! He greeted us with such extravagant delight,and we felt so relieved at seeing him, that wefound no reproaches ready. Besides, althoughhe had so delaj^ed us, it was quite evident thathe had thought we had our hands over-full,and that by keeping his eye on the things hewould be helping us. So he had followed thewagon, overlooked the unloading, and evidentlyhad kept tally of every package. Our manwho had driven the wagon was to go on withus to help in the transfer at the other end, andto make all ready for comfort in the cottage.He told us that Bruno had mounted guard overhim as well as our effects, and while ratheroverdoing it, had been quite helpful. It is hard to write of the weeks that followed. I see Bruno racing up and down the beachand swimming out through the breakers, whileJulius and I sit on either side of a little wickerwagon drawn up beyond the reach of the tide,watch

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