Which way should he turn ? Where should he go ? Night was coming on ; he was wet , cold and hungry , and as utterly lost as ever a dog was . Poor Bowser ! For a minute or two he sat down and howled from sheer lonesomeness and discouragement . How he did wish he had left Old Man Coyote alone ! How he did long for his snug , warm , little house in Farmer Brown 's dooryard , and for the good meal he knew was awaiting him there . Now that the excitement of the hunt was over , he realized how very , very hungry he was , and he began to wonder where he would be able to get anything to eat . Do you wonder that he howled ? Old Man Coyote , trotting along on his way home , heard that howl and understood it . Again he grinned that wicked grin of his , and stopped to listen . `` I do n't think he 'll hunt me again in a hurry , '' he muttered , then trotted on . Poor Bowser ! Hunting for anything but his home was farthest from his thoughts . CHAPTER V BOWSER SPENDS A BAD NIGHT There 's nothing like just sticking to The thing you undertake to do . There 'll be no cause then , though you fail , To hang your head or drop your tail . Bowser the Hound . Bowser was lost , utterly lost . He had n't the least idea in which direction Farmer Brown 's house was . In fact he had n't the least idea which way to turn to find any house .
It was the most lonely kind of a lonely place to which Old Man XXXXX had led him and there played the trick on him which had caused him to tumble into the strange river .
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