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The following story, by Hogg, is irresistible :- " It's good sign of dog when his face grows like his masters. It's proof he's aye glowerin' up in his masters cen, to discover what he's hnkin' on, and then without word or O command, to be off to execute the wul O his silent thochi whether it be to wear sheep doom deer. Hector got so like me afore he deed that remember when I was owre lazy to gang to the kirk, used to send him 10 take my place in the pew and the minister kent nae difference. Indeed, he ance asked me ane day what thocht of the sermon for he saw me wonderful att tentye amang rather sleepy congregation. Hector and gied ane anither sic lookl and l was feared Mir. Patton would have observed it, but he was a sim pie, prmity, unslspectin' auld man, a very Nathan ie without guile, and he jeaoused naethink, though baith Hector and me like split; and the dog, after laughn' in his sleeve for mair than hundred yards, could stand it longer, but was obliged to loun ava owe hedge into potato field, pretending to have scented cartridges"