the man, and he made a pretence of
stooping with great fury to pick up a stone. The wretched dog, wild
with terror, left his hiding-place.

13. With his drooping tail between his legs, he crept to the gate of
the yard, where he again lay down and blinked his great sad eyes at us,
licking his hungry mouth as if to beg for food.

14. I was deeply touched at the sight of this poor creature's distress,
and I could not help thinking how warm and well fed I was myself, as
well as the other two men, while this wretched dog, for no fault of his
own, was starving.

15. "Poor thing!" I said, and turning to the landlord, added, "Do pray
let some one bring him a few scraps and bones from the kitchen. I will
gladly pay for one good meal for him."

16. "Oh no, oh dear no!" cried the landlord and the man, both in a
voice of horror. "If we gave him food in this yard we should never get
rid of him.

17. "We should have a bother with starving dogs here, all the year
round, sir. Pray do not give him food here, I beg."

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_Write:_ A man saw a hungry dog at an inn. He wished to feed him, but
the landlord said that he should never get rid of the dog if he had
food there.

Questions: 1. What sort of weather was it when the man was
at the inn? 2. What did the landlord advise him to do? 3.
What did the man answer? 4. What did the traveller see
outside the inn door? 5. What did he wish to do for the
starving dog? 6. What did the landlord and his man say?

2. A KIND MAN.

1. I now felt that this landlord was not a truly good and kind man, or
he would have taken pity on the outcast dog. As I passed through the
gate, the poor creature huddled close against the wall.

2. He had been taught to expect a kick or a blow from each person who
passed. I stopped for a moment to look at him, and said, "Poor fellow!"
in a gentle tone.

3. In an instant all the love and grief in his doggish heart welled
over, and with a sharp cry of pain, which was like a prayer to me, he
drew himself along the ground to my feet, yelping and wagging his tail
at the same time.

4. He began to lick and fondle my feet, and made the shining polish on
them quite dim with his muddy paws.

"Poor old fellow!" I said again. "Come, you shall have one good meal if
money can buy it."

5. I walked out into the street, and called him to follow. He thought
it was too good news to be true, and only came fo