The dog ran away, visited all the clothes lines in the village, till he found a gray shirt very like his master's.

He seized it and ran home, laying it at his master's; feet, joyfully wagging his tail meanwhile.
Mr.Maxwell's story done, a bright-faced boy, called Simon Grey, got up and said, "You all know our old gray horse Ned.

Last week father sold him to a man in Hoytville, and I went to the station when he was shipped.

He was put in a box car.

The doors were left a little open to give him air, and were locked in that way.