Of course mux could not be blamed for his soiled wash-water.
mux had just one plateful of oysters while I was his keeper.
He was sleeping in the sun on the shed-step as mux ambled up.
It was not mere chance that mux was born in the edge of the Bear Swamp, close to the wide marshes that ran out to the river.
But mux had no conscience, unless it was one that troubled him only when he was out of mischief.
mux, however, was possessed by a much stubborner spirit than this interesting mischief-devil.
One day, the first day that mux was given the liberty of the yard, who should he run foul of but Tom!