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summed up instantly the salient traits of each animal. "I bet none of the others would do it."
"Couldn't drive 'em away from the fire with a club," Bill agreed. "I always did think there was somethin' wrong with Fatty, anyway."
And this was the epitaph of a dead dog on the Northland trail—less scant than the epitaph of many another dog, of many a man.