supper, he carried out something for Franco, whom he had left in the sleigh in the barn, lying upon a good warm buffalo, to watch the property. "Franco," said he, "here is your supper." Franco jumped up when he heard Jonas's voice, and leaped out of the sleigh. He took his supper, and Jonas, after once more feeding his horses, went out, and shut the door, leaving Franco to finish his bone by himself. Jonas went back into the tavern, and took his seat by the fire. There was a table before the fire, with a lamp upon it; and there were one or two books and an old newspaper lying upon another table, in the back part of the room. Jonas looked at the books, but they were not interesting to read. One was a dictionary. He read the newspaper for some time, and then he took the lamp up, and began to look at some pictures of the prodigal son, which were hung up upon the wall over the mantel-piece. Beyond the pictures were some advertisements. One was for a farm for sale. Jonas read the description, and he wished that he was old enough to buy a farm, and then he would go and look at that. The next advertisement was about some machinery, which a man had invented; and the next was headed, in large letters, _Dog Lost._ This caught Jonas's attention immediately. It was in writing, and he could not read it very easily, it was so high. So he got a chair, and stood up in it, and read as follows:-- "'DOG LOST. "'_Strayed or stolen from the subscriber, a valuable dog, of large size and black color_.' "I wonder if it isn't Franco," said Jonas, interrupting himself in his reading. "'_He had on a brass collar marked with the owner's name_.' "No," said Jonas, "there was no collar. But then the man that stole him might have taken it off. "'_Answers to the name of Ney_.' "Ney, Ney," said Jonas,--"I never called him Ney. I wonder if he would answer, if I should call him Ney. "'_Is kind and docile, and quite intelligent_.' "Yes," said Jonas, "I verily believe it is Franco.