| Share page |
|
TO THE MEMORY OF SQUOUNCER 343
his conqueror that his mistress took pity on him, and gave Negro to some friends. After a while the broken leg mended (though it left a limp behind), and Squouncer's appetite was found as healthy as ever. He lived many years ; and his death, in a good old age, left a blank in the house. A black Spanish bull-dog now reigns in his stead, which may have its virtues, but will never be half as good company on a wet day as Squouncer. |
||