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Updated: July 14, 2025
One had dropped what seemed to be a small medicine-sack, which he carried for the use of the hunting-party. "Take that, Manabozho," said the old wolf. "Esa," he replied, "what will I do with a dirty dog-skin?" The old wolf took it up; it was a beautiful robe. "Oh, I will carry it now," cried Manabozho. "Oh, no," said the old wolf, who had exerted his magical powers, "it is a robe of pearls.
Soon after they came to the place where the young ones had killed the game. One of them had dropped his bundle there. "Take that, Manabozho," said the old wolf. "Esa," he replied, "what will I do with a dirty dog-skin?" The wolf took it up; it was a beautiful robe. "Oh! I will carry it now," said Manabozho. "Oh no," replied the wolf, who at the moment exerted his magic power.
And Ulysses went to the orchard, making search for his father. Only the old man he found; and he was busy digging about a tree. Filthy was the tunic that he had about him and sewn with thread; and he had coverings of ox-hide on his legs to keep them from the thorns, and gloves upon his hands, and a cap of dog-skin on his head.
When he put on the dog-skin fur cap and a small muffler round his neck, it was the costume of the habitant complete. Yet it was no disguise, for it was part of the life that Charles Mallard, once Charley Steele, should lead henceforth. He turned to the door and opened it. "Good-bye, Portugais," he said. Jo was startled. "Where are you going, M'sieu'?" "To the village." "What to do, M'sieu'?"
He wore high patent leather boots with small silver spurs, well-fitting riding breeches, a gray coat with green facings and large buckhorn buttons, a blue-and-white spotted silk necktie tied in a loose knot with fluttering ends, an artistically crushed soft felt hat, and in his dog-skin gloved hand a small riding-whip with a chased gold head.
I was wearing my heavy winter clothes beside a heavy dog-skin fur coat. I left my grip at the restaurant and, walking across the street, found a long pole and started out on a thirteen mile hike. I would walk a little and then sit down, and even lie down a while and rest in the snow, and wept and prayed. It was about five-thirty in the afternoon when I reached Brother Geselbeck's pasture.
His underclothing was made of birds' skins, like our own, and he wore a coat of fox-skins, with a heavy hood covering up the head completely. On his hands he wore mittens made of seal-skins, with warm dog-skin for an inside lining, and his stockings were of the same. The nose was very small and very flat, and the eyes were small and narrow.
Also I remember how, one morning soon after, I went into Ryman's to order some foolish engraving for my room, and there saw, peering into a portfolio, a small, thick, rock-faced man, whose top-hat and gloves of bright dog-skin struck one of the many discords in that little city of learning or laughter. The serried bristles of his moustachio made for him a false-military air.
I think the old style was the best, because when young people quarreled they didn't need an ambulance and a hospital surgeon to help them make up. In the old days Oscar Dobson would draw the stove brush cheerfully across his dog-skin shoes and rush with eager feet to see Lena Jones, the girl he wished to make the wife of his bosom. "Darling!" Oscar would say, "I am sure to the bad for love of you.
It was happening precisely as he had foreseen; it was being taken for granted that he had come as her father's friend, and therefore in some absurd measure as his contemporary. As he prepared to follow, his attention was attracted by the scarlet band and gold braid about an officer's cap which was lying carelessly on the hall-table beside a pair of dog-skin gloves.
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