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This is my own, my native land!'",CHAPTER IX THE DAM,Before he emerged from the leafy path Billy heard well-known whining, and wondered why the dog didn’t come to meet him. The next instant he saw him straining against his bonds.,"Thank you, major. Good-by for the present.","To Bantry," says Mona, growing white again,—"to-night! Oh, do you want to kill me and yourself?",He set the jug down, and from his bosom drew forth a tin whistle. For a minute or two he played softly, his eyes on Caleb's. Then, gradually, his eyes closed and a rapt expression settled upon his grimy face as he led his listener down strange by-paths of fancy.,"Supposin' I said the snake killed the hawk?",They all wended their way back to the town, singing wedding songs, as gaily as they had before mournfully bewailed the sacrifice of the Princess. The marriage took place the following day, and the joy with which it was celebrated may be imagined.,After a great deal of good-humored bickering and sifting of requests to suit Patricia's repertoire, the tumult gradually quieted and Patricia rose.,Mona hesitates, then says, shyly, with downcast eyes,—,I withered him with a look, or rather tried to wither him, for Tom is no mimosa bud.,LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD.