In a minute now the dogs will begin to bark." With a roar of wheels and a clash of harness and accouterments the guns rushed by while the child stared and stared, her big eyes almost starting out of her face.
"The dogs!" she said in wonder.

"There wasn't a single dog there!" "Another kind of dog," her father said with a meaning look.

"And their teeth are _very_ long.

Ah! There they go! Over yonder on the hill--in the edge of the woods.

The Yankee dogs are barking.