"You have been very thoughtful, my dear Ernest," said I; "but why are your thoughts always for yourself; so seldom for others?
As a punishment for your egotism, that portion must be given to our faithful dogs.

We can all dip our shells into the pot, the dogs cannot.
Therefore, they shall have your soup, and you must wait, and eat as we do." My reproach struck his heart, and he placed his shell obediently on the ground, which the dogs emptied immediately.

We were almost as hungry as they were, and were watching anxiously till the soup began to cool; when we perceived that the dogs were tearing and gnawing Fritz's agouti.

The boys all cried out; Fritz was in a fury, took his gun, struck the dogs, called them names, threw stones at them, and would have killed them if I had not held him.

He had actually bent his gun with striking them.