accents.

The dog gave a low whine and stood shivering, eager but afraid. I
continued my blandishments. Little by little the forlorn creature
drew nearer, until I put out a cautious hand and stroked his ears.
He dodged affrightedly, but presently crept back again. Soon his
head was against my knee, and he was devouring my hand with avid
caresses. Some time, before his abandonment on the island, he had
been a well-brought-up and petted animal. Months or years of wild
life had estranged him from humanity, yet at the human touch the
old devotion woke again.

The thing now was to lure him back to camp and restore him to the
happy service of his gods. I rose and picked up my pistol, which
had regained my confidence by not going off when I dropped it.
With another alluring, "Here, doggums!" I started on my way. He
shrank, trembled, hesitated, then was after me with a bound. So we
went on through the forest. As we neared the camp the four-footed
castaway's diffidence increased. I had to pet and coax. But at
last I brought him triumphantly across the Rubicon of the little
stream, and marched him into camp under the astounded eyes of
Cookie.

At sight of the negro the dog growled softly and crouched against
my skirt. Cookie stood like an effigy of amazement done in black
and white.

"Fo' de Lawd's sake, Miss Jinny," he burst out at last, "am dat de
ghos'-pig?"