Sunday, September 19, 2010

more and more dismal. Dinner-time br

as rained, he wanted an umbrella. Then, he never seemed
able to run any distance. For a few hundred yards it was all very
well, but after that he began to
walk; and if he made a single day's journey, he was obliged to be
helped by a horse. Poor man! I pitied him; and yet I never for a
moment hesitated to acknowledge him as my master; for, with all his
detects, I felt that he was in possession of some faculty
incomprehensible to me, but which overpowered
a thousand and a thousand times the utmost animal superiority. But to
return to my own adventures. I determined to find my way to my native
village as a dog best might, without delay. So the next morning
I set off, following my nose, which was my best guide, through the

intricacies of the London streets. More than once I took a wrong
turn; but after going a little way up the street, I always discovered
my mistake,
and retraced

my steps. Once I met two gentlemen whom I knew. One asked the other if
I was not my master's dog; the other
looked round and called, "Captain! Captain!" I was very near wagging
my tail and looking up at the fa