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up　under　the　judicial　desk　in　the　judge's　study；　sleeping　regularly

on　the　mat　outside　Miss　Pinkey's　bedroom　door；　or　lazily　snapping

at　flies　on　the　judge's　lawn。



〃He's　as　yaller　as　ever；〃　said　one　of　our　informants；　〃but　it　don't

somehow　seem　to　be　the　same　back　that　we　used　to　break　clods　over

in　the　old　time；　just　to　see　him　scoot　out　of　the　dust。〃



And　now　I　must　record　a　fact　which　I　am　aware　all　lovers　of　dogs

will　indignantly　deny；　and　which　will　be　furiously　bayed　at　by

every　faithful　hound　since　the　days　of　Ulysses。　　Bones　not　only

FORGOT；　but　absolutely　CUT　US！　　Those　who　called　upon　the　judge　in

〃store　clothes〃　he　would　perhaps　casually　notice；　but　he　would

sniff　at　them　as　if　detecting　and　resenting　them　under　their

superficial　exterior。　　The　rest　he　simply　paid　no　attention　to。

The　more　familiar　term　of　〃Bonesy〃formerly　applied　to　him；　as　in

our　rare　moments　of　endearmentproduced　no　response。　　This　pained；

I　think；　some　of　the　more　youthful　of　us；　but；　through　some　strange

human　weakness；　it　also　increased　the　camp's　respect　for　him。

Nevertheless；　we　spoke　of　him　familiarly　to　strangers　at　the　very

moment　he　ignored　us。　　I　am　afraid　that　we　also　took　some　pains　to

point　out　that　he　was　getting　fat　and　unwieldy；　and　losing　his

elasticity；　implying　covertly　that　his　choice　was　a　mistake　and　his

life　a　failure。



A　year　after；　he　died；　in　the　odor　of　sanctity　and　respectability；

being　found　one　morning　coiled　up　and　stiff　on　the　mat　outside　Miss

Pinkey's　door。　　When　the　news　was　conveyed　to　us；　we　asked

permission；　the　camp　being　in　a　prosperous　condition；　to　erect　a

stone　over　his　grave。　　But　when　it　came　to　the　inscription　we　could

only　think　of　the　two　words　murmured　to　him　by　Miss　Pinkey；　which

we　always　believe　effected　his　conversion：



〃GOOD　Dog！〃