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Updated: May 19, 2025
I told Pomona to run and get me the dog-chain, and I stood under the tree, listening, as well as I could, to the tree-agent talking to Euphemia, and paying no attention to the impassioned entreaties of the tramp in the crotch above me. When the chain was brought, I hooked one end of it in Lord Edward's collar, and then I took a firm grasp of the other.
I shouted, as I dropped the chain. In a second the agent was on the other side of the gate. Lord Edward made a dash toward him; but, stopping suddenly, flew back to the tree of the tramp. "If you should conclude, sir," said the tree-agent, looking over the fence, "to have a row of those firs along here " "My good sir," said I, "there is no row of firs there now, and the fence is not very high.
My dog, as you see, is very much excited and I cannot answer for the consequences if he takes it into his head to jump over." The tree-agent turned and walked slowly away. "Now, look-a-here," cried the tramp from the tree, in the voice of a very ill-used person, "ain't you goin' to fasten up that dog, and let me git down?" I walked up close to the tree and addressed him. "No," said I, "I am not.
"I seen them in the book. But they must grow on a ground-vine. No tree couldn't hold such pears as them." Here Euphemia reproved Pomona's forwardness, and I invited the tree-agent to get down out of the tree. "Thank you," said he; "but not while that dog is loose.
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