When I got half-way, first one hound and then another got up and went for me, and of course I stopped and faced them, and kept still.

And such another powwow as they made! In a quarter of a minute I was a kind of a hub of a wheel, as you may say — spokes made out of dogs — circle of fifteen of them packed together around me, with their necks and noses stretched up towards me, a-barking and howling; and more a-coming; you could see them sailing over fences and around corners from every-wheres.

A nigger woman come tearing out of the kitchen with a rolling-pin in her hand, singing out, “Begone! You Tige! You Spot! Begone sah!” and she fetched first one and then another of them a clip and sent them howling, and then the rest followed; and the next second half of them