. Harper's young people . eiks had already my appearance there was a general growling andbarking; but Samoore soon quieted them by saying I washis protege. After discussing various forms of management, one ofthe sheiks called upon me for a speech on Frank dogs. I related as best I could how dogs were treated in mycountry. They all looked disgusted when I told them •424 HARPERS YOUNG PEOPLE. VOLUME IV. that we had to wear muzzles, and were not allowed toroam about the streets, but that every dog had his owner. Dont you dogs here ever get mad ? I inquired. Mad! What an absurd questi
. Harper's young people . eiks had already my appearance there was a general growling andbarking; but Samoore soon quieted them by saying I washis protege. After discussing various forms of management, one ofthe sheiks called upon me for a speech on Frank dogs. I related as best I could how dogs were treated in mycountry. They all looked disgusted when I told them •424 HARPERS YOUNG PEOPLE. VOLUME IV. that we had to wear muzzles, and were not allowed toroam about the streets, but that every dog had his owner. Dont you dogs here ever get mad ? I inquired. Mad! What an absurd question! We never heardof such a thing. We are too intelligent to get mad, forwe take everything calmly in this country, like our own-ers the Turks, and the more noise we make, the less fearthere is. I dont wonder your countrymen are so fright-ened when we bark at them. I suppose they think usmad; it amuses us highly. You foreign dogs are slaves;here we have liberty; nobody dares muzzle us, and wehave everything our own BAYARD. Samoore had quite an affection for me, for he said, onour way back, The sheik of the Armenian quarter hasbeen wounded, so if you go there and fight the dogs youcan become chief. I did so next day, and after a hard struggle I succeededin conquering all the dogs. They proclaimed me supe-rior to them in strength. The old sheik died after a fewdays, and I remained chief. I held this position for nearly two years, and oftenwhile asleep on the rough pavement I would dream that Ihad found my master; but generally I would be rudely awakened by some boy flinging a stone at me. One daywhile I was indulging in a day-dream I heard a familiarvoice exclaim, Why, I am sure that is Bavard, Mr. Mentors dogwhich he lost while here. I jumped up, bewildered, for I had not heard that sweetname in years. Two gentlemen came up. Bavard!Bavard! called one of them. I barked and jumped roundhim. He saw that I recognized him, and said to his com-panion : Well, Mentor will be hap
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