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ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. 173 to jump for a panther in a treetop—them’s true Siberians, as ain't got their equals for strength, but are a leetle faulty on the scent. ‘Then there’s two thoroughbred Scotch stag- hounds; and that one-eyed, shaggy cuss there—the biggest brute in the kennel—is a cross between a Saint Bernard and ; Siberian. He’s my favorite. Come here, Chawer, old oy.” He leaped right down among them, and the guests at first drew back in horror, half expecting to see him torn to pieces. But the beasts were more susceptible to kindness than their hungry looks had indicated. They all came whining and fawning around their master in playful bounds, . and the monstrous brute he had called by name licked his hand and rubbed his brindled head against his knees to show the dumb delight with which special attention had in- spired him. 3 «These pups have an exeellent memory,” said the master of the hounds, looking up with a smile. ‘‘From their havy- ing seen you with me as my friends, any one of you here- after might handle them with perfect impunity. They will even follow you and obey you implicitly, should I direct them to do so.” | «Since we’ve got to get used to em sooner or later, here goes!” said Sam, swinging himself lightly over the in- closure. The master had spoken nothing but truth, and the hun- ter’s perfect fearlessness inspired the brutes with respect and gentleness, for they clustered about him and responded to his caresses after the usual canine fashion of being pleased. ~ You'd better all come down, and they'll come to know and like you all the sooner,” said the general. Old Max was the next one to venture, but Teddy required considerable persuading, for, though brave as a lion ina contest with his own kind, his repugnance to dogs was almost as great as to serpents. But pretty soon they were all at home among the inhabitants of the kennel. ‘sNow draw back here in this corner and see “em feed,” said the general, ‘‘for I hear the men hoisting a carcass over the wall.” They all drew apart, while the hounds, already scenting their coming feast, began to growl and snuff the air hel ee tiently, The next moment, the entire carcass of a freshly (ele) Comicbooks