ears, and to my amazement, they stood up like those of a rabbit. Such a
weird, out-of-the-way head I never saw, though the dog looked a nice,
well-trained greyhound when she had her ears laid back. I said, "Why,
she's a lurcher." "She ain't all greyhound; but the best man as ever I
knew always said there never was a prick-eared one a bad 'un." "Is she
for sale?" "There ain't enough money to buy her." "She's so very good?"
"Never was one like her!" I found out, when we became fast friends, that
the man's statement was quite correct. The dog's intelligence was
supernatural. For the benefit of innocents who do not know what poaching
is like, I will give an idea of this one dog's depredations. The
owner--the Consumptive, I call him, as his night work has dam
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