to invite him, but he couldn't go cat. It was suggested that as he was so squearmish about cat, maybe he would take some Ponto stew if offered.
Ponto was a beautiful half-grown, well-fed, fat setter puppy, belonging to the Federal officer in chaPonto was a beautiful half-grown, well-fed, fat setter puppy, belonging to the Federal officer in charge of our guard.
This young dog came to our quarters every day to have a frolic with the prisoners.
Hawes agreed to accept invitation and to eat some of the dog supper when prepared, for the puppy was young, cleanly-washed, fat and healthy.
Perkins thereupon agreed to catch and kill Ponto and prepare the feast.
The next morning the dog came bounding into the prison yard as soon as the gate was opened, as was his habit, but most positively declined all of Perkins' advances, notwithstanding his friendship heretofore.
As soon as he looked into Perkins' eyes doubt took possession of him.
Ponto sniffed danger in the air, tucked tail and ran for the gate, and foreswore his prison friends ever after.
His unreasoning suspicions preve