O, it was sad to close those beautiful eyes forever, those beseeching eyes, which could almost speak.
Mrs. Clifford came and knelt on the stone hearth beside the basket, and wept freely for the first time since her husband's death.
"Dear little Pincher," said she, "you have died a cruel death; but your dear little master closed your eyes. It was very hard, poor doggie, but not so hard as the battle-field. You shall have a quiet grave, good Pincher; but where have they buried our brave soldier?"
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CHAPTER X.
TRYING TO GET RICH.
With his own hands, and the help of Grasshopper, who did little but hold the nails and look on, Horace made a box for Pincher, while Abner dug his grave under a tree in the grove.