31/58 A sickly vegetation covered the field. A ragged, barefooted man and three scrawny, ill clad children stood in the dooryard. A mongrel dog, with a bit of the hound in him, came bounding and barking toward the wagon and pitched upon Sambo and quickly got the worst of it. Sambo, after much experience in self-defense, had learned that the best way out of such trouble was to seize a leg and hang on. |