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Title: Dogs of all nations. In prose and rhyme
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Miller, Conrad Jenness, 1842-
Subjects: Dogs Dogs
Publisher: New York, J.S. Ogilvie Publishing Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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tearingas fast as he could on the way home, and returning againand again to meet and to wait, so that his master andhe should return to the house together. LXXXV. CAESAR, NORTH CAROLINA DOG, TAKES UP A COLLECTION IN A COLORED CHURCH THAT HE ATTENDED WITH HIS MASTER. Caesar always went to church and liked the sermons short and sweet.He understood the parson well, and hadnt an atom of conceit. On a Sunday morning, in the hot month of August,the Reverend Josephus Carter was preaching a sermon 196 DOGS OF ALL XATIOXS that to the mind of Hiram Browns dog. Caesar (who layin the aisle near his master), was lengthening out toa point when he felt that he was getting more than hismoneys worth. The text the parson selected for thisparticular Sabbath, was the Ten Commandments, and thesermon was unusually long. When Ca?sar could stand itno longer, he got up and walked to the front of the pul-pit and looked the Eeverend Mr. Carter straight in theface, assuming the appearance of a dog that was very
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tired and would welcome the benediction with much pleas-ure. The expounder of the Ten Commandments did nottake Ca?sars hint. Then he walked back and picked uphis masters old hat, and began taking up the collection,which was always done just after the sermon. This amusedthe congregation and the contributions were larger thanthey had ever been. At first, the Eeverend Josephus wasa little bit vexed, to think that he was in a way heldup by a dog. but when he saw how the money was goinginto the old hat, he became reconciled to the situation, and IN PROSE AND RHYME. 197 began making running comment. He was standing back ofthe pulpit, and leaning forward he chuckled to himself,My, how de coppers are flyin into de old hat. Hope der isno false bottom in dat hat. I speck Bruder Brownshat is honest, but dese times Im a little spicious aboutmost anyting whar deres money involved. Go slow,Caesar, give m all a chance. What was dat Bruder Jen-kins frowed in? It looked like a two-bit piece—one ofde

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