turning from one to another as question poured in upon question
almost too rapidly to permit of a reply. There, too, stood Henri,
making enthusiastic speeches to whoever chose to listen to him,--now
glaring at the crowd, with clenched fists and growling voice, as he told
of how Joe and he had been tied hand and foot, and lashed to poles and
buried in leaves, and threatened with a slow death by torture,--at other
times bursting into a hilarious laugh as he held forth on the
predicament of Mahtawa when that wily chief was treed by Crusoe in the
prairie.

Young Marston was there too, hanging about Dick, whom he loved as a
brother and regarded as a perfect hero. Grumps, too, was there, and
Fan. Do you think, reader, that Grumps looked at any one but Crusoe?
If you do you are mistaken. Grumps on that day became a regular, an
incorrigible, utter, and perfect nuisance to everybody--not excepting
himself, poor beast! Grumps was a dog of one idea, and that idea was
Crusoe. Out of that great idea there grew one little secondary idea,
and that idea was, that the only joy on earth worth mentioning was to
sit on his haunches, exactly six inches from Crusoe's nose, and gaze
steadfastly into his face. Wherever Crusoe went Grumps went. If Crusoe
stopped Grumps was down before him in an instant. If Crusoe bounded
away, which, in the exuberance of his spirits, he often did, Grumps was
after him like a bundle of mad hair. He was in everybody's way--in
Crusoe's way, and being, so to speak, "beside himself," was also in his
own way. If people trod upon him accidentally, which they often did,
Grumps uttered a solitary heart-rending yell, proportioned in intensity
to the excruciating nature of the torture he endured, then instantly
resumed his position and his fascinated stare. Crusoe generally held
his head up, and gazed over his little friend at what was going on
around him, but if for a moment he permitted his eye to rest on the
countenance of Grumps, that creature's tail became suddenly imbued with
an amount of wriggling vitality that seemed to threaten its separation
from the body.

It was really quite interesting to watch this unblushing, and
disinterested, and utterly reckless display of affection on the part of
Grumps, and the amiable way in which Crusoe put up with it--we say put
up with it, advisedly, because it must have been a very great
inconvenience to him, seeing that if he attempted to move, his satellite
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