side him, and sniffed curiously at the prostrate
man; a vagabond dog, with that deep sympathy
which the species have for drunken men, had
licked his dusty boots, and curled himself up at
his feet, and lay there, blinking one eye in the
sunlight, with a simulation of dissipation that was
ingenious and dog-like in its implied flattery of
the unconscious man beside him.

Meanwhile the shadows of the pine-trees had
slowly swung around until they crossed the road,
and their trunks barred the open meadow with
gigantic parallels of black and yellow, Little
puffs of red dust, lifted by the plunging hoofs of
passing teams, dispersed in a grimy shower upon
the recumbent man. The sun sank lower and
lower; and still Sandy stirred not. And then the
repose of this philosopher was disturbed, as other
philosophers have been, by the intrusion of an
unphilosophical sex.

" Miss Mary," as she was known to the little
flock that she had just dismissed from the log
school-house beyond the pines, was taking her
afternoon walk. Observing an unusually fine
cluster of blossoms on the azalea-bush opposite,
she crossed the road to pluck it, -- picking her way
through the red dust, not without certain fierce lit-
tle shivers of disgust, and some feline circimlocu-
tion. And then she came suddenly upon Sandy!

Of course she uttered the little staccato cry of

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