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Onward he pushed. "Presently he could make out the huts of a village. "'Thank God! he cried; but still he had no supper. "His empty stomach clamoured. His purse was empty also. The fiendish dogs of the village yelped at him. He paused discomfited. He called. "Widow Záïdah stood before her light. "'Who's there? "'A God-guest' "'In God's name, then, welcome! Silence there, curs!
And above all the voices, that of Johannes de Molendino was audible, piercing the uproar like the fife's derisive serenade: "Commence instantly!" yelped the scholar. "Down with Jupiter and the Cardinal de Bourbon!" vociferated Robin Poussepain and the other clerks perched in the window.
As the road was not a thoroughfare and journeyed no farther than the near-by town where I was to get my supper, it went at a lazy winding pace. If a dog barked it was in sleepy fashion. He yelped merely to check his loneliness. There could be no venom on his drowsy tooth.
He yelped and barked and howled as he went and by the time he got to the shore there was no bark to him for he had barked the bark all out of his inside, and the alkali water had cleaned the bark all off his outside, and he probably wished he had never embarked in any such enterprise.
The people in the theatre were sure they were going to see a funny picture. But Brownie had seen the cat, too. He knew cats, and there were many in his neighborhood he meant to chase as soon as he was old enough to make them afraid of him. He scratched vigorously on Sister's blouse and whined. "Ki-yi!" he yelped, as though saying: "Ki-yi! I'll bet I could catch that cat!"
It was ten minutes to twelve when I went down to the yard, where all the dogs were standing on their hind legs and straining at their chains, eager to be patted and talked to, and strongly excited at the sight of the horse being put to in the strong, springless cart. They howled and yelped and barked, begging in their way for a run, but they were nearly all doomed to disappointment.
He yelped, and the Happy Family laughed unfeelingly. "You want to be careful and don't try to see through any jokes, Slim, till that leg uh yours gets well," Irish bantered, and they laughed the louder.
Every blow was shrewd to hurt; and he delivered a multitude of blows. Impelled by the blows that rained upon him, now from this side, now from that, White Fang swung back and forth like an erratic and jerky pendulum. Varying were the emotions that surged through him. At first, he had known surprise. Then came a momentary fear, when he yelped several times to the impact of the hand.
"Teach ye to git us up in the middle of the night fer nothing." Again the dog yelped. "Ain't this about where Saunders' old boat is?" asked the other man. "Yeh, I reckon so. There you can see it right down there." "Ain't it nearer the water? Say, you don't s'pose...?" "Naw, that's because the water's high mighty near as high as it was three years ago. Get out of here, you mangy cur!" Another yelp.
And here the dog Crusoe was born; here he sprawled in the early morn of life; here he leaped, and yelped, and wagged his shaggy tail in the excessive glee of puppyhood; and from the wooden portals of this block-house he bounded forth to the chase in all the fire, and strength, and majesty of full-grown doghood. Crusoe's father and mother were magnificent Newfoundlanders.
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