earned to respect the motto, _Cave canem!_

While his canine sufferings lasted, he fell in with various masters, and
nosed about to see if he could substitute reason for instinct, and get
established on two legs again. He looked up wistfully into the faces of
passers-by, as if to say, 'I am not a dog, but the man for whom a large
reward has been offered.' On one occasion, seeing Amina come from a shop
where she had just purchased a Cashmere shawl of great size and value,
he set his teeth like a steel trap, and made a grab at her ankles. But
she recognized him on all fours, with a diabolical grin, and fetching
him a kick with her little foot, caused him to yelp most pitifully.
Running under a little cart which stood in the way, he skinned his
teeth, and growled to himself, 'By the prophet, but I can almost love
her again; she distinguished herself by that kick, which was aimed with
infinite tact; it went right to the spot, and struck me like a
discharge from a catapult, drove all the wind out of me, and left an
absolute vacuum, as if a stomach-pump had sucked me out.
Yap--yow--eaow--yeaow--yap--snif--xquiz;' and, after a good deal of
panting and distress, he at last yawned so wide as nearly to dislocate
his jaws, sneezed once or twice, and then trotted off on three legs,
with his half a tail tucked up underneath, and lay down disconsolate in
an ash-hole.

'Oh, how distressing it is,' said he, 'to be bewitched by a bad woman!
It metamorphoses one entirely. He loses all semblance to his former
self, parts with all his reason, no more walks upright, and bids
philosophy adieu. One drop from the cup of her incantations, and the
gossamer net-work which she threw about him is changed into prisonbars,
her silken chain into links of forged iron; strong will is dwindled, and
he who on some 'heaven-kissing hill' stood up to gaze upon the stars, is
fit to grovel in a sty.--Miserable dog! Bow-wow, bow-wow!'

One day, as the story proceeds, Sid's master was offered a base coin in
his shop, when this 'learned dog' at once put his foot upon it, and in
fact put his foot in the bargain.

'Ah, indeed!' said a Bagdad lady, who stood by; 'that's no dog, or, if
he is, the Caliph ought to have him.' So, snapping her fingers slyly as
she went out, he followed her.

'Daughter,' said she to the fair Xarifa, who was working embroidery, 'I
have brought the baker's famous dog that can distinguish money. There is
some sorcery about it.--You have