Farm echoes . s soon as any ofthem. Leaping walls was one of Daisys delights. Un-like politicians and cats, he was never on the fence, buttook a decided stand one side or the other. I am sorry to say Daisy was a black sheep in charac-ter, for he became a noted thief, so expert in picking thepockets of the men, as to make it unsafe to leave a coator vest within his reach. His fondness for tobacco musthave originated with the men, who probably gave himsome to see what he would do with it. If they were theguilty ones, they paid well for thus training him, as hehelped himself freely, at their expe
Farm echoes . s soon as any ofthem. Leaping walls was one of Daisys delights. Un-like politicians and cats, he was never on the fence, buttook a decided stand one side or the other. I am sorry to say Daisy was a black sheep in charac-ter, for he became a noted thief, so expert in picking thepockets of the men, as to make it unsafe to leave a coator vest within his reach. His fondness for tobacco musthave originated with the men, who probably gave himsome to see what he would do with it. If they were theguilty ones, they paid well for thus training him, as hehelped himself freely, at their expense, whenever an op- ro FARM ECHOES. portunity offered. Knowing where and how to get it,he would search the coats and vests laid aside by the menwhile working in the fields. One day, while surroundedby a large force of men, clearing the field, I heard theshout: Daisy is at the coats I Looking up, I saw hishead buried in the pile of coats upon a ledge of rocksnear me, and ran to drive him off. When close by him. m he raised his head as high as he could, holding in hismouth one end of a watch chain, the watch danglingfrom the other end. The rousing laugh of the men in-creased as the mischievous creature shook his head, sway-ing the watoh backward and forward, so close to therocks that I made up my mind that I should have toprovide the owner of it with another. Daisy appearedconscious that he was doing a smart thing, and kept upthe swaying motion, until I took the watch uninjuredfrom him. FARM ECHOES. 71 A few days after this Daisy again made himself con-spicuous, and in the same place. The old cry Daisy isat the coats drew the attention of every one in the fieldto him. Hi3 head was again buried in the pile of the watch, I made all haste for him, andwas convulsed with laughter as I saw him draw his headfrom the pocket of one of the coats, holding in his moutha tobacco pipe. The pipe happened to be bowl upper-most, and in the corner of his mouth, giving the wret
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