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Who ate the dog? And as its echoes died away, from another camp fire in the same stentorian tones there came the answer,
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Lieut ----, naming the officer of the provost guard. And on through the entire evening, at brief intervals and without the stimulus of an encore the program was repeated. And now as there flitted across the mental vision of the officer aforesaid the memory of the mutton chops that had seemed so savory and toothsome, there came to him a dim suspicion that he had been the victim of misplaced confidence. Was it mutton or was it dog? As he debated the question pro and con, he was forced to admit with Shakespeare that
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and with Longfellow, that
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Of all sad thoughts of tongue or pen, The saddest are these, it might have been