such wealth of wisdom into it, that he felt convinced
it understood every word he said.
"This is capital weather, Crusoe; ain't it, pup?"
Crusoe made a motion with his head which was
quite as significant as a nod.
"Ha! my pup, I wish that you and I might go and
have a slap at the grizzly bars, and a look at the Rocky
Mountains. Wouldn't it be nuts, pup?"
Crusoe looked dubious.
"What, you don't agree with me! Now tell me,