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Title: The dogs of Boytown
Year: 1918 (1910s)
Authors: Dyer, Walter A. (Walter Alden), 1878-1943
Subjects: Dogs
Publisher: New York, H. Holt and company
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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orkedsticks, now served as campfire and cook stove. The boys filled the kettle at the little pond, notbecause they wished to boil anything, but because itmade a fire seem more worth while. Then they kin-dled a blaze beneath it, and when there were enoughred coals, they thrust four of the potatoes amongthem. Now for a good feed, said Ernest. At length, when the potatoes were burned black onthe outside, they pronounced them done and drewthem out of the coals. They broke them open gin-gerly, for they were very hot, and disclosed the mealyinsides, not at all troubled by the fact that theedible portion was liberally sprinkled with black specksfrom the charred skins. Adding salt and pepper, andusing their jackknives as spoons, they proceeded to SAM BUMPUS AND HIS NAN 7 eat with a relish which their mother would havefound it difficult to understand. As they were engaged in this pleasant occupation,Ernest suddenly rose to his feet and peered outthrough the saplings. What is it? demanded Jack.
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English Setter Sh! cautioned the older boy. Its a man.Hes coming down the hill. Hes got a gun and adog with him. Jack arose and stood on tiptoe beside his brother.Together they watched the approach of a strangefigure—a tall, lanky, raw-boned individual wearing arusty old felt hat and with an old corduroy hunting 8 THE DOGS OF BOYTOWN coat flapping about him. In his hand he carried adouble-barreled shotgun which appeared to be thebest-kept thing about him. Running ahead of himwas a beautiful English setter, speckled white withblack markings. Her every motion was swift andgraceful as she ran sniffing from one clump of shrub-bery to another. Sometimes the man would give apeculiar little whistle, and then the dog would pauseand look up, and then dart off to right or to left inobedience to a wave of the mans arm. Suddenly the dog stopped and stood rigid as astatue, her tail held out straight behind, one forelegraised, and her neck and nose stretched toward apatch of sheep laurel. The man

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