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sixty feet below the surface. Castor ran about

in all directions, howling mournfully, and seeking

in vain for some passage to lead him to his
master, lie frequently came to the place from

whence the latter fell, and looked down, whining

with much anxiety to receive his commands.

Three or four times he even, seemed determined

on leaping down, which Eric prevented him from
carrying into effect by scolding and threatening

him. In this perplexed state he ran about the

whole day. Late in the evening, however, a

better idea seemed to have entered his mind,
when he ran home, which he reached about

eleven o’clock and found the door shut, all the

inhabitants of the cottage having retired to rest.

But he scratched so violently at the door that he
woke the family, and Ion, the younger brother

of Eric, arose and let him in. Thinking he had

lost his master, and had in consequence returned

home, he was proceeding to return to bed; but

Castor flew at him, scratched him with his paw,
and then wont to the door and yelled* Some

food was offered to him, which he refused to eat,
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