If I joined my hands and lifted them to my breast, he returned home.

If I grasped one arm above the elbow he ran before me.
If I lifted my hand to my forehead he trotted composedly behind.

By one motion I could make him bark; by another I could reduce him to silence.
He would howl in twenty different strains of mournfulness, at my bidding.

He would fetch and carry with undeviating faithfulness.
His actions being thus chiefly regulated by gestures, that to a stranger would appear indifferent or casual, it was easy to produce a belief that the animal's knowledge was much greater than in truth, it was.
One day, in a mixed company, the discourse turned upon the unrivaled abilities of _Damon_.

Damon had, indeed, acquired in all the circles which I frequented, an extraordinary reputation.