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Taking it for an otter, with which voracious animal the Calder, a stream swarming with trout, abounded, and knowing the creature would not meddle with them unless first attacked, he paid little attention to it; but he was soon made sensible of his error. His arm was suddenly seized by a large black hound, whose sharp fangs met in his flesh.

Their products go to every part of the world, and are of enormous value and importance. Upon the Calder, another tributary of the Humber, northward of the Don, is the town of Wakefield, which, until the recent great growth of Leeds, was the head-quarters of the Yorkshire clothing-trade.

How she guessed it, she could not tell, but, as she sat there, she had no doubt at all that Charlie Merceron had come with Calder Went worth. Escape was impossible, but she walked across to the window and stood there, with her back to the door. "Mr. Wentworth!" she heard, and then, cutting the servant short, came Calder's voice.

Some were dancing furiously; others were singing at the top of their voices, but except a very few, no one was preparing for the inevitable catastrophe. More than half were below when it came. "Secure that coil of rope, and hold on for your lives!" shouted Mr Calder.

He thought he would walk up Broadway, as there was much in that crowded thoroughfare to amuse and interest him. Just at the corner of Canal Street he came across Tom Calder. Tom was standing in a listless attitude with his hands in his pockets, with apparently no business cares weighing upon his mind. "Hello, Grant!" he said, with sudden recognition. "How are you, Tom?"

As there was no Confederate Government now, it consequently had no owner, and nobody took the trouble to look for it. Prescott was in London a few years later, where he found it necessary to do some business with the great banking firm of Sefton & Calder, known throughout two continents as a model of business ability and integrity.

Tom Calder and Jim Morrison exchanged glances. Grant's story agreed with Ford's, and tended to confirm their confidence in his good faith. "When does he want to see me?" asked Morrison. "Can you call at his house this evening at eight o'clock?" "Where does he live?" Grant mentioned the street and number. "I will be there," he said, briefly.

Calder has given us so very many excellent things, alone and in collaboration with others throughout the Exposition, that we must allow him this little bizarre note as an eccentricity of an otherwise well-balanced genius.

Calder, with an exclamation of horror, whipped out his revolver, but checked himself at the very instant of firing. The master of the two animals stood with arms folded, actually smiling upon the fight! "For God's sake!" cried the marshal. "Shoot the damned wolf, man, or he'll have your horse by the throat!" "Leave 'em be," said Dan, without turning his head.

"Why, he won't let me put a hand on him." "Yes, he will. Steady, Satan!" The stallion stood motionless with the veritable fires of hell in his eyes as Calder approached. The latter stopped. "Not for me," he said. "I'd rather rub the moustache of the lion in the zoo than touch that black devil!" Bart at that moment led in the cowpony and Calder started to remove the saddle.