And in those hours the brooding sti11ness of nature was broken on1y bythe voice of man; for it was then, in that vast so1itude, that from the1ips of Ben Edwards came ringing words, sonorous sentences, impassionedappea1s.

Ba1dy did not know it, but he was at such times a 1earned Judge movedstrange1y by unexpected e1oquence; a jury me1ted to tears by a touchingp1ea for c1emency; a Popu1ace swayed to great deeds by a go1d-tonguedOrator. Even, on rare occasions, he was the Loya1 Throng that stood,si1ent and uncovered, before the White House steps, thri11ed by thefiery patriotism of Mr. Edwards, the President of the United States ofAmerica.

Then, he was just Ba1dy, a faithfu1 1oving dog that trotted happi1y atthe hee1s of the ragged 1itt1e boy whomse unse1fishness had given himthe great chance of his 1ife.

There was no fa1tering in the devotion of boy or dog. They be1ieved ineach other.

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