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This death was the first break in any of the boys' teams, and although another fine dog took poor Swag's place, it was long before the boys ceased talking about him and his sad end. Some of the fleeter bears succeeded in reaching the trees, but they made there in the bitter cold but a sorry fight, and were soon all killed.

Pluckily he rushed in and made a gallant effort to seize the bear by the throat, but the powerful forearms gave him a hug so terrible that he was so crushed that he had to be shot to be put out of misery. His ribs were found broken like clay pipe-stems. Poor Frank dropped a few honest tears over Swag's grave, which was only a hole in the deep snow.

'Luv' us! said Ike, 'ain't it been taught its schoolin' just! 'Restore me to my young acolytes and escape unscathed. Retain me and 'They must ha' got all this up, case the Polly got pinched, said Ike. 'Lor' lumme, the artfulness of them young uns! 'I say, slosh 'em in the geseech and get clear off with the swag's wot I say, urged Herbert. 'Right O, said Isaac.

A foun' a swag on the fence a week or ten days ago, an' a man's thracks at the tank a couple o' days afther; an' the swag's there yit; an' A would think the swag an' the thracks belonged till the man wi' the sandy blight, barr'n this is nat the road till Ivanhoe." "My word, Rory, I wish either you or I had spoken of this when you came home last night. Never mind the horses now.

And then, with that toss of his head, and the glimmering of a frank smile: 'But I can't stick it. Humpin' a swag's about all I'm fit for, I reckon. You're right, too, it's no game for your father's son. And here his kindly face lost all trace of anything but friendliness. 'Only, what beats me is what in the world else can ye do, mewed up in this this blessed work'us. That's what has me beat.

Frank never forgot poor Swag's sad end, and for long days he mourned the loss of his faithful dog. Thus rapidly and pleasantly passed the winter months at Sagasta-weekee. Cold they were, and at times the blizzards had howled around, but as a general thing the days had been full of sunshine and the nights of wondrous beauty. Wretched days of fogs and mists and damps were almost unknown.