The Irishman took him to my house again and I had to pay for the man's loss of time as well as for his fare on the railroad.

But the dog's old master chained him up with the new chain and I felt repaid for my outlay.
Every morning and night I fed that dog, and I spoke as kindly and gently to him as I knew how.

But he seemed to cherish a distaste for me, and always greeted me with a growl.

He was an awful dog.
About a week after the arrival of this animal, I was astonished and frightened on nearing the house to hear a scream from my wife.

I rushed into the yard and was greeted with a succession of screams from two voices, that seemed to come from the vicinity of the wood-shed.