You must understand that the native dogs do not bark at all, but simply give vent to a melancholy howl, not unlike that of the hyena, I believe.

Bruno's bark, be it said, has even turned the tide of battle, for he was always in the wars in the most literal sense of the phrase.

These things, combined with his great abilities as a hunter, often prompted the blacks to put in a demand that Bruno should be made over to them altogether.

Now, this request was both awkward and inconvenient to answer; but I got out of it by telling them--since they believed in a curious kind of metempsychosis--that Bruno was _my brother_, whose soul and being he possessed! His bark, I pretended, was a perfectly intelligible language, and this they believed the more readily when they saw me speak to the dog and ask him to do various things, such as fetching and carrying; tumbling, walking on his hind-legs, &c.

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