attempt to to get the cider, while Fred and King were to wait in front of Woodruff’s on the other side of the road in case their assistance or sympathy was needed.
     We crossed the road a little to the north of their (Richard’s) house and sneaked along in their side-yard.  As we walked over the frozen ground and leaves, a crunch crunch would resound with each step.  At least they resounded according to our notions.  Suddenly a most horrible baying broke in upon our startled senses.  So Carey’s, next-door neighbors to Richards, had a dog too.  Such piteous wails and goans as that hound did give forth.  Then followed Richards dog with more yelps and