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Title: Stories about dogs illustrative of their instinct, sagacity, and fidelity
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    Dedication
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    Preface
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STORIES


ABOUT DOGS


ILLUSTVATIRA OP THE

INSTINCT, SAGACITY, AND FIDELITY


BY THOMAS BINGLEY,
Trn t or. "TALE OF sirwflCl." "4TOBB ABOUT 1M1cI," &c.


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ARE AFFCTIOfATELY DEDIAT



UNCLE THOMAS.











TWO WORDS BY WAY OF


PREFACE.



TE recollection of the delight which in my
boyhood I experienced from listening to Stories
about Dogs, and my love for an animal to whose
sagacity and fidelity mankind is so largely in-
debted, prompted me to undertake the present
little volume.
A work on such a subject cannot fail, I am
sure, to be acceptable to my young readers,
enhanced as it is by the series of beautiful ilus-







Vii PBEFALE.
rations from the pencil of Tnoas LANDSER,
whose talents in the characteristic delineation of
animals are universally admitted to be of the
very first order.
T. B.












CONTENTS.




FI6T EVENING
FAGZ
Uncle Thomas tells about the Dogs of the Great St. Ber-
nard; also, about the Esquimaux Dogs, which are used
as FHoles and the Dogs of the Mackenzi River ,


sEcCOD BVENING

Uncle Thlomas t tells about the Newfodand Dog, and
platess tany Stories illustrative f i wonderful sacaty
and iostint 22


THIRD EVENM NG.

Uncte Thomas takes the Boys to wal by the River-
aide, show thms em Dog Rover swim, tells them some
Stories about the affectionateness of the Water-Spaniel;
and about the Wild Indian Dog and the Scotch Terrier. 41










FOURTH EPE.ING.

Uncle Thomas lustrates the sagacity of the English Terrier
by several interesting Stories; also the fidelity and speed
of the Greyhound; and recounts to the Boys some amus-
ing traits of character in Maida, the favourite Highland
Greyhound of the Author of Waverley 60


fTTH EVENINO.

Uncle Thomas ten s many Stories about the sagacity and
fidelity of the Shepherd's Dog, and relates some very
amnaint tales about the Etrick Shepherd's Dogs 82


SIXTH EVENING.

Uncle Thomas tells about the Bloodound, and te cruel
purposes to which his quickness of scet has been applied ;
as well a about the oxhound and the Harrier; also about
Wild Dogs, including the Dbole of India, and the Diago
of Australia. He likewise relates a curious story about
canine smugglers, and gis an interesting account of the
Lurher, and of he e manner in which it is employed by
poachers in same of their nocturnal operations 123











SEVENTH EVTNORG.
PAOI
Uncle Thomas tells some thrilling tories about the saaity
of the Dog, and introduces the Boys to a Little Phi-
losopher, who answers questions which puzzle their inge
nuity 144


EIeO TH SEnNO.

Un e Thomas relates several Stories of the Mastif and of
the Bull-do g tells about the French coin-hunter about
he faithful Dog of Hellvellyn; concluded Stories about
Dogs and promises, at their next meeting to begin
Tale about the Insuonts of Animals" 167








LIST OF PLATES.

FROM DRAWINGS BY TTIOM]AS LAN DSER.



L Mastiff atooling Robbrm F fr
II. St. Beroa Dog recuiu Traveller from Snow P. ea 10
m1I. Newfoundland Dog saving Child fro drowning '
IV, Wila nd Dg di Dog fding lost Child ,
V. Highlad Greyhod 74
VL Shepherd's Dog carrying Food to stayed Child I I
VIL Bloodhound lamenting over it Master's Gra 129
VIII Dreadnought attacing the Rhodian Serpent 184







STORIES ABOUT DOGS.




FIRST EVENING.
ONCLE THOMAS TELLS ABOUT THE DOGS OF THE GREAT
ST. BERNAD ; ALSO, ABOUT THE ESQUIMAUX DOGS, WHICH
AEE USED AS HORSES; AND THE DOQB OF THE MACKENZIE
RIVER.
f GooD evening, Uncle Thomas I we are come to
remind you of your promise to tell us some more
of your amusing stories. We were all so interested
with those you told us yesterday; that instead of
going to play to-day, we staid at home and learnt
our lessons, that we might have time to come up
to listen to you this evening."
"Very well boys, I am glad to see you, and
will do what I can to amuse you. Let me see-I
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think it was STORIES ABuT Does I promised to
tell you to-night-Was it not!"
Yes it was, Uncle Thomas. If you recollect,
we saw farmer Jobson's great dog swimming about
in the mill-pond, and you said you would tell us
about the dogs of St. Bernard, which often save
travellers from perishing among the snow."
True, I recollect now, boys; but can you tell
me.where the St. Bernard is yet!"
0 yes, unle! Frank found it out on the map
of Switzerland. It is a very high mountain, one
of the Alps, is it notP"
Yes it is, my boy. I a glad to hear that you
sought it out on the map, Frank, and that you
showed it to John and Harry; because now that
you have once seen it, and listened to the stories
I am going to tell you about the monks who live
in the convent, and their faithful and sagacious
dogs, I am sure that you will never be at a loss to
find it again."
"No, I am sure we shall not, ncle Thomas;
but I wonder how people can live so high up inthe
air. Our geography book said it was 10,000 feet
high."








The convent is, I believe, reckoned to be
about 8,000 feet from the foot of the mountain,
over which is one of the most dangerous passes of
the Alps between Switzerland and Savoy. It i
said to be the highest inhabited spot in the old
world, and is tenanted by a race of monks, who
spend their lives in watching over the safety of
such travellers as the calls of business or of plea-
sure may cause to ascend into these high and
desolate regions, on their way to more fertile
scenes. The door of the hospitable convent is
open to every comer, the good monks delighting
to afford shelter and refreshment to every stranger
who presents himself, the only claims to their
sympathy and kindness being that he is cold,
weary, or benighted. But besides thus kindly
administering to the travellers' wants within doors,
they devote themselves to the fatiguing and dan-
gerous task of searching for unhappy persons who
may have been overtaken by sudden storms, and
who might perish but for this charitable succour.
"The poet Rogers has a graphic and touching
account of these pious men, and of their singular
residence:-









I sat among the holy brother-hood
At their long board. The fare indeed was such
As is prescribed on days of abstinence,
But might have pleased a nicer taste than mine
And through the floor came up an ancient crone,
Serving unseen below; while from the roof
(The roof, he the wflor, the walls of native r)
A lamp hung bickering, such as loves to fling
Its partial light on Apostolic heads,
And sheds a grace on all. Theirs Time as yet
Had changed ot. Some were almost in their prime
Nor was a brow o'ereast. Seen as they sat
Ranged round their ample hearth-stone in a hour
Of rest, they were as gay, as free from uile
As children, answering and at once to all
The gentler impulses, to pleasure, mirth;
Minging at intervals with rational talk
Music; and gathering news from them that came
As of some other world. But when the storm
Rose and the snow rolled on in ocean waves,
When on his face the experienced traveller fell,
Sheltering his lips and nostrils with his hands-
Then all ws changed ; and sallying with their pack
Into that blank of nature, they became
Unearthly beings. 6 Aselm, higher up,
Just where it drifts, a dog howls loud and long
And now, as guided by a voice from heaven,
Digs with his feet That noble vehemence,








Whose can it be but his who never errd ?
A man lies underneath! Let us to work!-
But who descends Monr V.LAN ? 'TIs La Croix-
Away, away! if not alas, too late.
Homeward he drags an old man and a boy,
Faltering, and ailing and but half awaked,
Asking to sleep again.' Such their discourse.

"But, Uncle Thomas, I wonder how people
venture to cross the mountain during the winter,
or when the weather threatens to be stormy."
During the winter the people who are chiefly
exposed to the storms are smugglers and pedlers,
but even at other times the most experienced tra-
vellers are sometimes overtaken by severe weather.
Often after days of cloudless beauty, when every
thing around is calm and peaceful, the glaciers glit-
tering in the sunshine, and the pink flowers of the
rhododendron shedding brightness on the scene, a
storm suddenly comes on, the drifting snow covers
up the pathway and renders the roads impassable.
It is then that the services of the monks and their
attendants are most wanted. They sally forth ac-
companied by their dogs, and though the traveller
may himself be overwhelmed in a snow-wreath,








these noble animals discover him by their acute
scent, and immediately scratch away the snow,
and thus offer him at least a chance of escape."
What sort of dogs are they, Uncle Thomas !
Are they the same as farmer Jobson's "
"The dog of St. Bernard, or Alpine spaniel,
far exceeds every other spaniel in size and strength.
In general he stands two feet high at the shoulders,
and measures upwards of five feet from the nose
to the tip of the tail. He is covered with thick
curled hair, and excels every other race of dogs
in beauty and sagacity as much as in size and
strength.
After being some years accustomed to assist
travellers, these dogs seem to become endowed
with almost human intelligence One of them,
named Barry, had, it was reckoned, in twelve
years saved the lives of forty individuals. When-
ever the mountain was enveloped in fogs and enow,
away scoured Barry, barking and searching all
about for any person who might have fallen a
victim to the storm. When he was successful in
finding any one, if his own strength was insuffi-
cient to rescue them, he ran back to the convent








in search of assistance. One day he found among
the wnow a little boy whose mother had been
killed by an avalanche. By dint of coaxing, Barry
managed to get the little fellow to mount on his
back, and thus carried him to the gate of the
convent."
"Oh! Uncle Thomas, I think I have seen a
print of Barry carrying the little boy."
I dare say you may, Harry : there is a French
print of it, which I bought when I was last in
Paris. After a long and faithful service, poor
Barry was pensioned for some time at Berne, b
the prior of the convent. After its death its
skin was stuffed, and is now deposited in the
museum of that town."
"Howlshoud like to seeBarry,UnoleThomas!"
He was doubtless a fine fellow, Harry. The
dogs, however, do not always escape like Barry,
to spend their last days in ease. Both men and
dogs are frequently lost in the snow-wreaths, or
overwhelmed by avalanches. Do you know what
n avalanche is, John ?"
I believe I do, Uncle Thomas. It is aheap of
snow or ice, which gets loosened from the sides of








the mountains, and slides into the valleys, carrying
every thing before it-is it not !"
You are perfectly right. Well, a few years
ago-I think it was in 1825-three of the do-
mestic of the convent accompanied by two dogs,
descended some distance on one side of the moun-
tain. As they were returning, accompanied by a
traveller whom they were conducting to the shelter
of their hospitable roof, they were overwhelmed by
an avalanche. Every one of them perished, except
one of the dogs. It was saved only by its pro-
digious strength, after having been repeatedly
thrown over and over: of the poor victims none
were found, till the heat of the returning summer
melted the snow of the avalanche."
"What a terrible thing, Unle Thomas !"
"Dreadful indeed I One of the dogs on another
oocasion saved the lives of twenty-two persons.
He was a very sagacious animal, and used to wear
a medal round hi neck in commemoration of the
event."
A dog with a medal, Uncle Thomas! How
very strange that is "
"Yes, ameda, boys; and I am sure he deserve&








it a great deal more than many men who wear
them to commemorate the part they took in some
sanguinary battle. This noble dog perished in
attempting to guide a poor traveller to his anxious
family in the valley beneath. During a severe
storm, the Piedmontese courier arrived at the
convent, and ta he knew that his wife and family
were anxiously looking for his arrival at home, the
monks in vain endeavored to check his resolution
to pursue his journey. They at length furnished
him with two guides, each of whom was accom-
panied by a dog, of which one was the faith-
ful and sagaious creature I have just told you
about. In their descent they were overwhelmed
by two avalanches, which almost instantaneously
destroyed the whole party. The family of the
poor courier, who were anxiously toiling up the
mountain in search of him, also perished in the
same manner.
As if they were conscious of their high duties,
the dogs roam about alone both day and night in
these desolate regions, and if they discover a tra-
veller exhausted by cold and fatigue, will lie down
upon him to impart warmth, and at the same time








bark and howl for further assistance. They are
sometimes supplied with a small flask of spirits,
which is suspended from their necks, to which the
fainting man may apply for support.
Notwithstanding all the exertions of these
faithful dogs nd their and their kind and devoted masters,
it sometimes happens that travellers perish in the
snow. Besides those who suffer by avalanches and
sudden storms, many fall victims to other cause.
In these high regions the snow forms and falls in
small particles, which congeal so soon and so hard,
that they do not attach and form flakes in de-
scending; and instead of consolidating beneath the
pressure of the feet of the traveller, the snow rises
around him like powder and he sinks to his middle
at once, or whirlwind called tourmente raise the
snow in clouds, conceal the pathway, and he
loses 'is way, or falls over some precipice. When
their bodies are discovered they are carried to a
building called the Morue, which is attached to
the Convent and which is appropriated to their
reception. In this dreadful place they lie to be
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ovation evaporation goes on very rapidly, the bodies
dry up without the usual decay, and the features
generally retain their freshness and firmness for a
couple of years; of some the clothes have remained
even after eighteen years.
"If you saw the view from the western end of this
dreary building, boys, you would wonder how any
human being could exist amidst so much sterility
and desolation. Patches of snow cover the sides
of the mountains, which sweep down to the lake,
on the other side of which rises a pinnacled moun-
tain called the Pain de Snre, or sugar loaf, whose
rocks and snows add to the wildness of the scene.
Nothing is visible but masses of snow, except here
and there where the dark face of the rock pene-
trates its pallid covering, seeming to frown on the
inhospitable scene, and serving by the contrast to
render it still more dreary. It made me shudder.
boys, though spring was well advanced when I was
here. I wished I was again afe at the foot of
the mountain, and was glad to hurry away from
i to resume my station at the ample fire of the
kbpice, and listen to the cheerful conversation of
B simple-hearted monksP"








Such large and strong dogs must be very use-
ful to the inhabitants of other countries which are
almost always covered with snow, are they not,
Sir!"
Well, Harry, I am glad you asked that
question, because it enables me to set you right
on this point. The St. Bernard dog is not found
anywhere but on the Alps, and though your sup-
position was a very natural one, when you consider
the matter you will find that it is not so well fitted
for the duties of those northern regions as it might
at first seem. It could draw the sledges, to be
sure, but, from its size and heaviness, it could not
do so very far or very fast. It could fight the bear
too, very well, but then it never could overtake the
rein-deer on which the very existence of some of
these northern tribes, the Esquimaux, for instance,
depends."
True, Uncle Thomas, I did not think of that;
but what sort of dogs have the Esquimaux got!"
The Esquimaux dog is smaller than the Alpine
spaniel, being generally under two feet in height.
They are of various colours, and are very fierce
snarling creatures. Yet for all that they are vdry








useful, assisting their masters in the chase, and
bearing their burdens over the trackless snows of
these dreary wastes. When an Esquimax wishes
to travel, he yokes a number of dogs to a sledge,
mounts it with his family, and off he goes. Captin
Parry, an adventurous sailor, who went out on a
voyage of discovery to the Northern seas, tells us
all about the Esquimaux and their dogs: I dare
say I can find the place in his Journal, where be
describes the manner in which they are employed
in drawing the sledge. Ah! here it is; will you
read it for us, Harry !"
With pleasureleasure, Uncle Thoma I do like so
much to hear about dogs; they are such faithful,
useful creatures!"
When drawing a sledge, the dogs have a sim-
pie harness of deer or seal-skin, going round the
neck by one bight (loop), and another for each of
the fore-legs, with a single thong leading over the
back, and attached to the sledge as a trace.
Though they appear at first eight to be huddled
together, without regard to regularity, there is, in
fact, considerable attention paid to their arrange-
ment, particularly in the selection of a dog of








peculiar spirit and sagacity, who is allowed, by a
longer trace, to precede the rest as leader, and to
whom, in turning to the right or left, the driver
usually addresses himself. This choice is made
without regard to age or sex; and the rest of the
dogs take precedence aooording to their training
or sagacity, the least effective being put nearest
the sledge. The leader is usually from eighteen
to twenty feet from the fore part of the sledge,
and the hindmost dog about half that distance;
so that when ten or twelve are running together,
several are nearly abreast of each other. The
driver sits quite low, on the fore part of the sledge,
with his feet overhanging the snow on one side,
and having in his hand a whip, of which the han-
dle, made either of wood, bone, or whalebone, is
eighteen inches, and the lash more than as many
feet in length: the part of the thong next the
handle is plaited a little way down to stiffen it and
give it a spring, on which much of its use depends;
and that which composes the lash is chewed by
the women, to make it flexible in frosty weather.
The men acquire from their youth considerable
expertness in the use of this whip, the lash of which








is left to trail along the ground by the side of the
sledge, and with which they can inflict a very severe
blow on any dog at pleasure.
Though the dogs are kept in training entirely
by fear of the whip, and, indeed, without it would
soon have their own way, its immediate effect is
always detrimental to the draught of the sledge;
for not only does the individual that is struck draw
back and slacken his trace, but generally turns
upon his next neighbour, and this, passing on to
the next, occasions a general divergency, accom-
panied by the usual yelping and showing of the
teeth. The dogs then come together again by
degrees, and the draught of the sledge is accele-
rated; but even at the best of times, by this rude
mode of draught, the traces of one-third of the
dogs form an angle of thirty or forty degrees on
each side of the direction in which the sledge is
advancing. Another great inconvenience attend-
ing the Esquimaux method of putting the dogs to,
besides that of not employing their strength to the
best advantage, is the constant entanglement of
the traces by the dogs repeatedly doubling under
from side to side to avoid the whip; so that, after








running a few miles, the traces always require to
be taken of and cleared.
In directing the sledge, the whip acts no very
essential part, the driver for this purpose using
certain words, as the carters do with us, to make
the dogs turn more to the right or left. To these
a good leader attends with admirable precision,
especially if his own name be repeated at the same
time, looking behind over his shoulder with great
earnestness, as if listening to the directions of the
driver. On a beaten track, or even where a single
foot or sledge-mark is occasionally discernible,
there is not the slightest trouble in guiding the
dogs; for even in the darkest night, and in the
heaviest snow-drift, there is little or no danger of
their losing the road, the leader keeping his nose
near the ground, and directing the rest with won-
derful sagacity. Where, however, there is no
beaten track, the best driver among them makes
a terribly circuitous course, as all the Esquimaux
roads plainly show; these generally occupy an
extent of six miles, when, with a horse and
sledge, the journey would scarcely have amounted
to five.








On rough ground, as among hummocks of ice,
the sledge would be frequently overturned, or
altogether stopped, if the driver did not repeatedly
get off and by lifting or drawing it to one side,
steer clear of those accidents. At all times, in-
deed, except on a smooth and well-made road, he
is pretty constantly employed thus with his feet,
which, together with his never-ceasing vocifera-
tions, and frequent use of the whip, renders the
driving of one of these vehicles by no means a
pleasant or easy task. When the driver wishes to
stop the sledge, he calls out Wo, woa,' exactly as
our carters do, but the attention paid to this com-
mand depends altogether on his ability to enforce
it. If the weight is small, and the journey home-
ward, the dogs are not to be thus delayed; the
driver is therefore obliged to dig his heels into
the snow to obstruct their progress, and having
thus succeeded in stopping them, he stands up
with one leg before the foremost cros-piece of the
sledge, till, by means of laying the whip gently
over each dog's head, he has made them all lie
down. He then takes care not to quit his posi-
tion, so that should the dogs set off he is thrown








upon the sledge instead of being left behind by
them.
With heavy loads, the dogs draw best with
one of their own people, especially a woman, walk-
ing a little way a-head; and in this case they are
sometimes enticed to mend their pace by holding
a mitten to the mouth, and then making the mo-
tion of cutting it with a knife, and throwing it on
the snow, when the dogs, mistaking it for meat,
hasten forward to pick it up. The women also
entice them from the huts in a similar manner.
The rate at which they travel, depends, of
course, on the weight they have to draw, and the
road on which their-journey is performed. When
the latter is level, and very hard and smooth, con-
stituting what, in other parts of North America,
is called, good sleighing,' six or seven dogs will
draw from eight to ten hundred weight, at the rate
of seven or eight miles an hour, for several hours
together, and will easily, under these cireum-
stances, perform a journey of fifty or sixty miles
a day. On untrodden snow, five-and-twenty or
thirty miles wouid be a good day's journey. The
same number of well-fed dogs, with a weight of








only five or six hundred pounds, (that of the sledge
included,) are almost unmanageable, and will, on
a smooth road, run any way they please, at the
rate of ten miles an hour. The work performed
by a greater number of dogs is, however, by no
means in proportion to this, owing to the imperfect
mode already described of employing the strength
of these sturdy creatures, and to the more fre-
quent snarling and fighting occasioned by an
increase of numbers."
Very well indeed, Harry! If you just pay a
little more attention to your stops, you will in time
be an excellent reader. You see what a useful
animal the Esquimaux dog is, and how impossible
it would be for these people to exist without their
dogs. Though they are described as extremely ill-
tempered and snarling, this seems to be more the
effect of the harsh and unkind treatment which
they receive from their half-civilised masters than
of their natural disposition. One which is kept at
the Zoological Gardens, Regent's Park, and is
regularly fed and kindly treated, is good-tempered
and likes to be oaressed even by strangers."
"What! Uncle Thomas, have they dogs at the
c2








Zoological Gardens? I thought that only wild
animals, such as lions, tigers, and elephants, were
kept there."
That they have, John, and a very fine colleo-
tion of dogs they are. When I go to the Gardens,
I very often spend more time admiring the dogs,
than any of the other animals. There is one so
like the arctic fox, that, but for the difference of
colour, he might be mistaken for that animal."
Which is that, Uncle Thomas?"
It is the Mackenzie River dog, a very lively
and elegant animal. His hair is very fine and silky,
and, like many wild animals in cold countries, it
changes colour on the approach of winter. It is
a very gentle animal, and is used by the Hare
Indians, who live on the banks of the Mackenzie
River, in chasinghe s r the deer over the ow.
But gentle and docile as they seem, the Macken-
zie River dogs in the Zoological Society's collec-
tion are still shy and wild. One of them, which
was allowed at first to run about by the side of
a gentleman connected with the Society, was for
some time quiet and tractable. One day, how-
ever, he suddenly darted off and endeavored to






DOG OF THE MACKENZIE RIVER. 21
escape, and was only retaken after a sharp chase,
something like a fox-hunt
But, boys, I must not detain you any longer
to-night. I see it is getting late: it is time you
were away home. To-morrow I hope to be able
to tell you something more amusing. I am afraid
these last stories have not been quite so interesting
as I could have wished."
We have been delighted, Uncle Thomas. We
are only sorry it is so late, that we cannot wait to
hear more. We did not think it was half so late.
Good bye, Uncle Thomas; good bye!"












SECOND EVENING.
UNCLE TROMAS TELLS ABOUT THE NEWFOUNDLAND DOG, AND
RfELATE MANY STORIES ILLUSTRATIVE OF ITS WONDERFUL
S&fACITY AND INSTINCT.
Wzr, boys, I am glad you have come early
to-night, as I have some long stories to tell you."
"Oh, very well, Uncle Thomas; we are very
happy to hear that. But mama bid me say that
she was afraid we troubled you too much by coming
so very often."
Nott at all, Frank. Give my love to mama,
and tell her that it gives me quite as much plea-
sure to tell you the stories, as it gives you to listen
to them. I love totetto tell sore to good boys, and
I have sua h a store left that there is no fear o
their being exhausted."
"Thank you, Uncle Thomas. You are so hind!"
"Stay, boys, stay. If we go on bandying com-
pliments, I am afraid we shall hardly get through
all the stories I intended to tell you to-night. But








before I begin I must show you a picture which I
have in my portfolio. It is an engraving of a
Newfoundland dog pulling a boy out of the water."
Oh, Uncle Thomas! But is the little boy
drowned!"
No, Harry, he was not drowned, thanks to
the readiness and sagacity of the fine dog which
came to his rescue. The little fellow had gone to
the pond to sail his tiny ship, and in leaning down
to pull it out of the water, he overbalanced him-
self and fell headlong into a deep pool, and would
certainly have been drowned but for Sancho's
assistance. His screams alarmed his mother, she
ran to the spot, and had the satisfaction to receive
her dear little son, uninjured, though terribly
frightened."
How fortunate that the dog happened to be
at hand !"
It was, indeed. I have heard another story
of the same kind."
Pray do let us hear it, Uncle Thomas."
One day, as a girl was amusing herself with
an infant at Aston's Quay, near Carlisle Bridge,
Dublin, and was sportively toying with the child,








it made a sudden spring from her arms, and in an
instant fell into the Liffey. The screaming nurse
and anxious spectators saw the water close over
the child, and conceived that he had sunk to rise
no more. A Newfoundland dog, which had been
accidentally passing with his master, sprang for-
ward to the wall, and gazed wistfully at the ripple
in the water, made by the child's descent. At the
same instant the child reappeared on the surface
of the current, and the dog sprang forward to the
edge of the water. Whilst the animal was de-
scending, the child again sunk, and the faithful
creature was seen anxiously swimming round and
round the spot where it had disappeared. Once
more the child rose to the surface; the dog seized
him, and with a firm but gentle pressure bore him
to land without injury. Meanwhile a gentleman
arrived, who, on inquiry into the circumstances of
the transaction, exhibited strong marks of sensi-
bility and feeling towards the child, and of admiral&
tion for the dog that had rescued him from death.
The person who had removed the babe from the
dog turned to show the infant to this gentleman,
when it presented to his view the well-known fea.






































"' The do athasld by the am and, wa tln but g
pmrue, bore him to land without nt.y"








ture of his own son! A mixed sensation of terror,
joy, and surprise, struck him mute. When he had
recovered the use of his faculties, and fondly kissed
his little darling, he lavished a thousand embraces
on the dog, and offered to his master a very large
sum (500 guineas) if he would transfer the valu-
able animal to him; but the owner of the dog
(Colonel Wynne) felt too much affection for the
useful creature to part with him for any considera-
tion whatever."
That is quite astonishing, Uncle Thomas; it
almost seems as if some dogs could act with the
intelligence of human beings."
The Newfoundland dog, to which both these
stories refer, is, perhaps, the noblest animal of
the whole race. In sagacity he is little if at all
inferior to the Alpine spaniel. When of a good
full-sized breed, he measures upwards of six feet
from the muzzle to the point of the tlal, and stands
nearly three feet in height. He seems to take
delight in bearing the burdens and watching over
the safety of man. Nothing pleases him so much
as being employed, carrying a stick or basket for








miles in his mouth, guarding his charge with most
unflinching courage and integrity. While engaged
in his master's work, no personal insult can induce
him to forego his charge. If his assailant is puny
and insignificant, he despises it, passes on, and
forgets the injury; but if he deems it a worthy
antagonist, having discharged his duty, he returns
and takes terrible vengeance.
A gentleman who lived at a short distance
from a village in Scotland, had a very fine New-
foundland dog, which was sent every forenoon to
the baker's shop in the village, with a napkin, in
one corner of which was tied a piece of money, for
which the baker returned a certain quantity of
bread, tying it up in the napkin and consigning
it to the care of the dog.
"At about equal distances from the gentle-
man's mansion there lived two other dogs; one a
mastif, which was kept by a farmer as a watch-
dog; and the other a stanch bull-dog, which kept
watch over the parish mill As each was lord-
ascendant, as it were, over all the lesser curs of
his master's establishment, they were each very








high and mighty animals in their way, and they
seldom met without attempting to settle their
precedence by battle.
Well, it so happened that one day, when the
Newfoundland dog was returning from the baker's
with his charge, he was set upon by a host of use-
less ours, who combined their efforts, and annoyed
him the more that, having charge of the napkin
and bread, he could not defend himself, and ac-
cordingly got himself rolled in the mire, his ears
scratched, and his coat soiled.
Having at length extricated himself, he re-
treated homeward, and depositing his charge in
its accustomed place, he instantly set out to the
farmer's mastiff. To the no small astonishment
of the farmer's family, instead of the meeting
being one of discord and contention, the two
animals met each other peacefully, and after a
short interchange of civilities, they both set off
towards the mill. Having engaged the miller's
dog as an ally, the three sallied forth, and taking
a circuitous road to the village, scoured it from one
end to the other, putting to the tooth, and punish-
ing severely, every cur they could find. Having








thus taken their revenge, they washed themselves
inh, an ditch r, and eah returned quietly to his home.
They never met, however, without a renewal of
their old feud, fighting against each other as if
such a league had never been formed."
Really, Uncle Thomas, I can't think how the
Newfoundland dog told the mastiff what he wanted.
Have dogs a language of their own, do you think V'
That is a question, John, which L am not able
to answer. That they have not what may pro-
perly be called a language is plain enough; that
is, they have no fixed sounds by which to commu-
nicato their thoughts or their wishes to each
other; but that they can make themselves intelli-
gible to one another, cannot be denied. Philoso-
phers have speculated about it, John, but we are
still quite as much in the dark in regard to it as
we are about instinct.
The faculty by which animals communicate
their wants to each other is, however, so singular,
that I must tell you another story illustrative of
it. At Horton, in Buckinghamshire, where the
poet Milton passed some of his early days, a gen-
tleman from London a few years ago took posses-








sion of a house, the former tenant of which had
removed to a farm about half a mile off. The
new tenant brought with him a large French
poodle, to take the duty of watchman, instead of a
fine Newfoundland dog, which went away with its
master, but a puppy of the same breed was left
behind, and he was incessantly persecuted by
the poodle. As the puppy grew up, the persecu-
tion continued. At length he was one day miss-
ing for some hours, but he did not come back
alone; he returned with his old friend the large
house-dog, to whom he had communicated his
hardships, and in an instant the two fell upon the
unhappy poodle, and killed him, before he could be
rescued from their fury.
I have a great many more stories about dogs
communicating their ideas to each other, but I
think I have told you enough for the present.
There is one story, however, which is so curious,
from the fact of the aggrieved animal travelling a
very long distance in search of assistance, that I
cannot pass it over.
"A gentleman from Scotland arrived at an inn
in St. Albans, on his way to the metropolis, hav-








ing with him a favourite terrier-dog; and being
apprehensive of losing him in London, he left him
to the care of the landlord, promising to pay for
the animal's board on his return, in about a month
or less. During several days the dog was kept
chained, to reconcile him to the superintendence
of his new master; he was then left at liberty to
range the public yard at large with others. There
was one amongst his companions which chose to
act the tyrant, and frequently assaulted and bit
poor Tray unmercifully. The latter submitted
with admirable forbearance for some time, but his
patience being exhausted, and oppression becom-
ing-daily more irksome, he quietly took his de-
parture. After an absence of several days, he
returned in company with a large Newfoundland
dog, made up directly to his tyrannical comrade,
and, so assisted, very nearly put him to death.
The stranger then retired, and was seen no more,
and Tray remained unmolested until the return of
his master.
The landlord naturally mentioned a circum-
stance which was the subject of general conversa-
tion, and the gentleman heard it with much asto-








nishment, because he suspected that the dog must
have travelled into Scotland to make known his
ill treatment, and to solicit the good offices of the
friend which had been the companion of his jour-
ney back, and his assistant in punishing the ag-
gressor. It proved to have been so; for on
arriving at his house in the Highlands, and inquiry
ing into particulars, he found, as he expected, that
much surprise and some uneasiness had been cre-
ated by the return of Tray alone; by the two
dogs, after meeting, going off together; and by
the Newfoundland dog, after an absence of several
days, coming back again foot-sore and nearly
starved."
What a pity it was that the mastiff and the
Newfoundland dog continued enemies Do dogs
that once fight always hate each other?"
No, boys, I am happy to say they do not, as
I can prove to you by an instance. One day a
Newfoundland dog and a mastiff which never met
without a quarrel, had a fierce and prolonged
battle on the pier of Donaghadee, and from which,
while so engaged, they both fell into the sea.








There was no way of escape but by swimming a
considerable distance. The Newfoundland being
an expert swimmer, soon reached the pier in
safety; but his antagonist, after struggling for
some time, was on the point of sinking, when the
Newfoundland, which had been watching the mas-
tiffs struggles with great anxiety, dashed in, and
seizing him by the collar, kept his head above
water, and brought him safely to shore. Ever
after the dogs were most intimate friends; and
when, unfortunately, the Newfoundland was killed
by a stone-waggon passing over his body, the
mastiff languished, and evidently lamented his
friend's death for a long time."
The Newfoundland dog seems to be a capital
swimmer, Unole Thomas. How is it that he swim
so much better than most other dogs "
Partly from the construction of his foot,
which is what is called webbed; that is, a thin
skin stretches between the toes, as you see in the
duck's foot. It is thus enabled to make its way
with so much more ease in water than those whose
feet are not so formed. Besides, in taking to the








water naturally, as we say, it only follows an in-
stinct with which the Creator has endowed it, no
doubt for the wisest and best purposes.
"Most of the stories which I have to tell you
about the Newfoundland dog turn upon his saving
persons from drowning. I remember a curious
one, in which his zeal to save his master was the
cause of his losing a bet, which I think will amuse
you.
"A Thames waterman once laid a wager that
he and his dog would leap from the centre arch of
Westminster Bridge, and land at Lambeth within
a minute of each other. He jumped off first, and
the dog immediately followed; but as it was
not in the secret, and fearing that its master
would be drowned, it seized him by the neck, and
dragged him on shore, to the no small diversion
of the spectators"
"There is a story, Uncle Thomas, which you once
toldme about a gentleman slipping into a river, and
being drowned, but who was brought on shore by
his dog, and recovered by the kind treatment of
some peasants. I tried to repeat it to John and
Harry, but as I found I could not get on, I pro-








missed to ask you to tell it to them. Will you
have the kindness to repeat it to us, Sir "
Oh! I recollect the story you mean, Frank.
I will repeat it with pleasure, as it affords a very
fine instance of sagacity.
A native of Germany, when travelling through
Holland, was accompanied by a large Newfound-
land dog. Walking along a high bank which
formed the side of a dike or canal, so common in
that country, his foot slipped, and he fell into the
water. As he was unable to swim, he soon be-
came senseless. When he recovered his recollec-
tion, he found himself in a cottage, surrounded by
peasants, who were using such means as are gene-
rally practised in that country for restoring sus-
pended animation. The account 'given by the
peasants was, that as one of them was returning
home from his labour, he observed, at a consider-
able distance, a large dog in the water swimming,
and dragging and sometimes pushing something
thathe seemed to have great difficulty in support-
ing, but which, by dint of perseverance, he at
length succeeded in getting into a small creek:
When the animal had pulled what it had








hitherto supported as far out of the water as it was
able, the peasant discovered that it was the body
of a man. The dog, having shaken himself, began
industriously to lick the hands and face of his
master; and the peasant, having obtained assist-
ance, conveyed the body to a neighboring house,
where the usual means having been adopted, the
gentleman was soon restored to sense and recol-
lection. Two large bruises with the marks of teeth
appeared, one on his shoulder, and the other on
the nape of his neck; whence it was presumed
that the faithful animal had seized his master
by the shoulder and swam with him for somo
time, but that his sagacity had prompted him to
let go his hold, and shift his grasp to the neck, by
which means he was enabled to support the head
out of the water. It was in the latter position
that the peasant observed the dog making his way
along the dike, which it appeared he had done for
the distance of nearly a quarter of a mile before
he discovered a place at which it was possible to
drag his burden ashore. It is therefore probable
that the gentleman owed his life as much to the
sagacity as to the fidelity of his dog."
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That was very wonderful, indeed. I am sure
the gentleman would love his dog so !
He ought to have done so, Harry, and I dare
say loved and cherished him to the end of his life.
It is not every one who can write such an epitaph
on a favourite dog as the great Lord Byron did,
but I dare say many a one has loved his dogquite
as much. I will show you the epitaph by-and-bye,
but I must first tell you about a dog which, by a
wonderful exercise of instinct, returned home from
the continent, after the loss of his master.
A young gentleman purchased a large New-
foundland dog before embarking at a port in the
neighbourhood of Edinburgh on a tour on the
continent, intending to make it his guardian and
companion during his journey. As he was bath-
ing in the river Oder with two of his countrymen,
he was unfortunately carried away by the force of
the stream, and was drowned. When the dog
missed its master it began plunging and diving
everywhere in search of him; but at length, wea-
ried out and unable to find him, it returned to
the bank, and followed the gentleman's clothes to
his hotel. After his portmanteau was made up
and sent off to England the faithful animal disap-








pered, and its loss was mentioned with regret in
letters from Frankfort, both from the interest
which the as of the of the young gentleman had excited,
and also from the singular sagacity of which the
dog had given many proofs.
"At the distance of two or three months after
this disastrous affair, the young gentleman's friends
were surprised at receiving a visit from the person
from whom he had bought the dog, and being
informed that it had returned home, but in so
worn-out and emaciated a state, that it had since
been hardly able to move.
The circumstance of the dog's return from
such a distance excited a good deal of curiosity,
and inquiry was immediately set on foot to ascer-
tain how it had travelled. It was ascertained that
no ship from the continent had arrived at any of
the neighboring ports, so that it was concluded
that this remarkable animal had found its way
from Frankfort to Hamburgh, and, embarking on
board of some ship for Newcastle or Hull, had
travelled thence by land to Edinburgh. The friends
of the young gentleman gladly received it under
theirprotection, and showed it allthe kindness which
its attachment and sagacity so well deserved.:








We know not what to think, Uncle Thomas.
Your stories are all so wonderful, that every suc-
ceeding one seems to outdo its predecessor.:
Why, Frank, I might go on all night relating
such stories, but I must stop for the present. But
before you go, John shall read for us the epitaph
which Lord Byron inscribed on a pedestal which
he raised over his dog Boatswain. It is written,
to be sure, in a very bad, misanthropic spirit, but
it contains the expression of a great mind for a
faithful and attached canine friend. The monu-
ment is placed in a conspicuous situation in the
garden of Newstead. The verses are preceded by
the following inscription:-
Near this spot
Are deposited the Remains of one
Who possessed Beauty without Vanity,
Strength without nsolence,
Courage without Ferocity,
And all the Virtues of Man without his Vices.
This Praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery
If inscribed over human ashes,
Is but just tribute to the Memory of
BoATSWAIN, a dog,
Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803,
And died at Newstead Abbey Nov. 18, 1808









* When some proud son of man returns to earth,
Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,
The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe,
And storied ans record who ress below;
When all is done, upon the tomb is seen,
Not what he was, but what he should have been;
But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his masters own,
Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth,
Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth;
While man, vile insect, hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
Oh, man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power;
Who knows thee well, must quit thee with disgust,
Degraded mass of animated dust!
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,
Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit I
By nature vile, ennobled but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye! who perchance behold this simple urn,
Pass on-it honours none you wish to mourn
To mark a friend's remains these stones arise ;
I never knew but one,-and here he lies.
Newstead AMey,
November 30 1808.'








Very good, John. Now, boys, to task your
ingenuity, I will give you a Charade, which you can
think over till next time we meet, when we shall
see which of you can solve it. It was written by
Professor Porson, during an evening walk in the
neighbourhood of a country village.
My first, t thougthe best and most faithful of friends,
You ungen'rously name with the wretch you despise:
My second-I speak it with grie-comprehends
All the good, and the great, and the just, and the wise -
Of my whole, I have little or nothing to say,
Blcet that iU mark, the departure of da

Oh, I know it, Uncle Thomas !"
Very well, Frank, I shall hear your solution
to-morrow, if you please. Good night !"














THIRD EVENING.

UNCLE THOMAS TAKES THE BOYS TO WALK EY THE RtER-
SIDE, SHOWS THEM HIS DOG OVER SWIM, TELLS THEM SOME
STORIES ABOUT THE AFFECTIONATENESS OF THE WATER-
SPANIEL; AND ABOUT THE WILD INDIAN DOG AND THE
SCOTCH TERRIEB.

THa weather is so fine, boys, that I don't
think we can do better than take a walk this
evening. Which way shall we go? Oh! here
comes Rover We shall, if you please, go down
the river-side. I wish to show you what a nice
swimmer Rover is."
Oh! very well, Uncle Thomas. I want very
much to see him swim. The stories you have
told us, have made me so fond of dogs, that there
is nothing I like so much as watching their occu-
pations."
Uncle Thomas, shall we take this stick with
us to throw into the river for Rover to fetch "








No Harry, that is unnecessary, I can use my
own stick for that purpose."
But suppose, Uncle Thomas, that Rover does
not bring it back again I am afraid you can't
walk well without your stick ?"
Don't alarm yourself about that, master
Harry, I wish I could reckon on every thing as
securely as on Rover's fetching me my stick again.
Come along."
What sort of dog do you call Rover, Uncle
Thomas!"
A water-spaniel, Harry. Shall I tell you the
distinctive marks of the water-spaniel, so that you
may know it again whenever you meet it!"
If you please, Uncle Thomas."
The water-spaniel is generally about the size
of an ordinary setter. Its form is elegant, and
its aspect mild and sagacious. It is covered
with short silky hair, which is arranged in small
and beautifully crisped curls, and its ears are long
and silky. It is generally of a dark liver-coloured
brown, with the neck and legs white; but it has
sometimes these markings bla*c instead of brown.
It is fond of the water and swims well, and from








the ease with which it can be taught to feteb
and carry, is a most valuable assistant to the
sportsman when he engages in wild-fowl shooting.
It is also very faithful, and is, perhaps, one
of the most affectionate of its race. A story has
just occurred to me, which illustrates this. But
stay, we are getting on too fast; I am almost
breathless already. I think we had better sit
down on this rustic seat for a little, while I tell
you the story. Rover! Rover! we must not allow
him to get too far -head."
Shall I whistle for him, Uncle Thomas ~
Yes! do so, John. See, he knows it at once.
Here he comes. Down, Rover down, sir!"
"A few days before the overthrow of the
infamous Robespierre, whose ferocious character
euperadded so many horrors to the French Revo-
lution, Monsieur R--- a magistrate, had been
condemned to death on the pretence of his having
been found guilty of a conspiracy. Monsieur
-- had a water-spaniel at that time about
twelve years old, which had been brought up
by him, and had scarcely ever quitted his side.
The unhappy man was cast into prison, and in








the silence of a living tomb was left to pine in
thought under the iron scourge of the tyrant who,
if he extended life to those whom his wantonness
had proscribed even till death became a prayer,
it was only to tantalise them with the blessing of
murder, when he imagined he could more effectu-
ally torture them with the curse of existence.
This faithful dog, however, happened to be
with him when he was first seized, but it was
not suffered to enter the prison. It took refuge
with a neighbour of its master's; and that pos-
terity may judge of the terror in which French-
men existed at that period, it may be mentioned,
that the man received the poor dog tremblingly,
lest his humanity for his friend's dog should bring
him to the scaffold Every day at the same hour
the dog returned to the door of the prison, but
was always refused admittance. It, however,
generally passed some time at the door, seeming to
derive satisfaction from even this distant approach
to its master. Such unremitting fidelity at last
won even on the hard and callous heart of a porter
of a prison, and the dog was at length allowed to
enter. The joy of both master and dog was ex-








treme, it was difficult to separate them; but the
jailor, fearful lest his condescension might com-
promise his own safety, carried the dog out of the
prison. The next morning it again made its
appearance at the prison door, and the jailor
again admitted it for a short time. This was
repeated for some time, and when the day ar-
rived on which Monsieur R. was to receive sentence,
in spite of the guards which guilty power, con-
scious of its deserts, had stationed around, the
dog penetrated into the hall, and crouched itself
between the legs of its unhappy master, whom it
was about to lose for ever !
The fatal hour of execution arrives; the doors
open; his dog receives him at the threshold his
faithful dog alone, even under the eye of the tyrant
dared to own a dying friend! He clings to his
hand undaunted. 'Alas! that handwillnevermore
be spread upon thy head, poor dog!' exclaimed
the condemned. The axe falls! but the tender
adherent cannot leave the body; the earth re-
ceives it, and the mourner spreads himself upon
the grave, where he passes the first night, the
next day, and the second night. The neighbour,








meantime, unhappy at not seeing the. dog, and
guessing the asylum he had chosen, steals forth by
night, and finding it, caresses it, and brings it
back. The good man tries every means that kind-
ness could devise to make it eat; but in a short
time the dog escapes and regains his favourite
place! Every morning for three months the
mourner returned to his protector merely to re-
ceive his food, and again hastened to watch over
the ashes of his dead master! and each day he
was more sad, more meagre, and more languishing.
His protector at length endeavoured to wean
him; he tied him; but what manacle is there
that can ultimately triumph over nature? He
broke or bit through his bonds; again returned
to the grave, and refused to quit it more. It was
in vain that all kinds of means were tried to bring
him back. Even the humane jailor who had wit-
nessed the strength of his attachment, used to
carry him food; but he refused to eat it. His
affection for his master seemed to strengthen as
his frame became weaker; and some t'me after
he had ceased to take any nourishment, he was
observed incessantly to employ his enfeebled limbs








in digging up the earth which separated him from
the being he had loved and served. Affection
gave-him strength, but his efforts were too vehe-
ment for his powers; his whole frame became con-
vulsed-he shrieked in his struggles-his attached
and generous heart gave way-and he ceased to
breathe with his last look turned upon the grave."
Poor fellow I That was a very strong instance
of affection, Uncle Thomas."
"Verystrong, indeed. Butcome, we mustproceed
with our walk-Rover is impatient at the delay."
0 see I Uncle Thomas, Rover has jumped into
the river He seems to be chasing something.
What can it be?"
Water-rats, I suppose, boys. He generallyha
a hunt after them hereabouts. I think there must
be a colony of them in the neighbourhood. Do
you see all those holes about -"
He has caught one, Uncle; see he is swimming
towards us with the rat in his mouth."
Ah! there it is, and a very large one too !
But we must keep moving. Roverhas had enough
of rat-hunting for to-night. There is a story or
two about the water-spaniel, and the Wild-Indian








dog, which I will tell you as we walk slowly home-
ward.
"About the middle of the last century, a farmer
in the neighbourhood of Dijon, in France, was way-
laid and murdered by two villains on his return
from receiving a sum of money. The farmer was ac-
companied by a dog, which no sooner saw his master
overpowered than it hastened to the person who had
paid the money, and expressed so much anxiety that
he should follow it, pulling him several times by the
sleeve and skirt ofthe coat, that he at length yielded
to its importunity. It ld him to a field a little from
the road-side where the body lay. Horror-struck
at the sight, the gentleman immediately proceeded
to a public-house in the neighbourhood, in order
to alarm the country. The dog accompanied him,
and no sooner did they enter the house, than the
dog flew at two men who were there drinking, and
seized one of them by the throat. The other im-
mediately escaped.
The man denied the charge, but so suspicious
was the conduct of the dog, that he was thrown
into prison, where he lay for three months; during
which time, though he often changed clothes with








other prisoners, and endeavoured to conceal him-
self in the midst of a crowd, yet the animal always
found him out at once and flew at him.
'' On the day of trial, when the prisoner was at
the bar, the dog waslet lose in the court-house,and
in the midst of some hundreds of people, it disco-
vered him (though dressed entirely in new clothes),
and would have torn him in pieces had it not been
prevented. Though no other proof could be ad-
duced against the prisoner, he was condemned to
be broken on the wheel. At the place of execution
he confessed the murder.
The other story to which I alluded is a touch-
ing little tale of the Wild-Indian dog- half re-
claimed race possessed by the native Indians of
North America. It has a remarkably keen scent
and though principally used in hunting, can be
readily trained to the care of flocks and herds.
In the neighbourhood of Wawaring, in North
America, lived a person whose name was Le Fere;
he -was the grandson of a Frencman, who, at
the repeal of the edict of Nantes, bad, with many
others, been obliged to flee his country. He
possessed a plantation near the Blue Mountains








(which cross a part of the state of New York),
an enormous chain abounding in deer and other
wild animals. One day the youngest of Le Fevre's
children, who was about four years old, disap-
peared early in the morning. The family, after a
partial search, becoming alarmed, had recourse to
the assistance of some neighbours. These sepa-
rated into parties, and explored the woods in every
direction, but without success. Next day the
search was renewed, but with no better result.
In the midst of their distress, Tewenissm, a native
Indian from Anaguaga, on the eastern branch
of the river Susquehannah, who happened to be
journeying in that quarter, accompanied by his
dog Oniah, happily went into the house of 'the
planter with the design of reposing himself.
Observing the distress of the family, and being
informed of the circumstances, he requested that
the shoes and stockings last worn by the child
should be brought to him. He then ordered his
dog to smell them; and taking the house for a
centre, described a semicircle of a quarter of a
mile, urging the dog to find out the scent. They
had not gone farbefore the sagacious animal began





























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to bark. The track was followed up by the dog
with still loader baying, till at last, darting off at
full speed, he was lost in the thickness of the
woods. Half an hour after they saw him returning.
His countenance was animated, bearing even an
expression of joy; it was evident he had found
the child-but was he dead or alive? This was a
moment of cruel suspense, but it was of short
continuance. The Indian followed his dog, and
the excellent animal quickly conducted him to the
lost child, who was found unharmed, lying at the
foot of a great tree. Tewenissa took him in his
arms, and returned with him to the distressed
parents and their friends, who had riot been able
to advance with the sama speed. He restored
little Derick to his father and mother, who ran to
meet him, when a scene of tenderness and grati-
tude ensued, which may be easier felt than des-
cribed The child was in a state of extreme weak-
ness, but, by means of a little care, he was in a
short time restored to his usual vigour."
See, Uncle Thomas, what sort of a Adogis that
which has accosted Rover They seem to be old
friends."








That, boys, is a Scotch terrier."
I don't think it is a nice dog, Uncle Thomae.
It is so rough and savage-looking."
The most worthy natures, my dear boys, are
sometimes found under the rudest exteriors. You
must not at all times estimate the character of an
animal, any more than humn being, merely from
its external appearance. In the present ease, for
instance, the little dog which you esteem so lightly,
is worthy of being held in the highest estimation.
I must tell you something about it, and you will
then, I think, form a very different opinion of it.
"' The Scotch terrier is generally from twelve
to fourteen inches in height, with a strong mus-
cular body, and short and stout legs. He is
covered with a rough, wiry, harsh, sort of hair,
is extremely keen-scented, and is an active and
determined enemy to every kind of vermin, as they
are called, such as the fox, the badger, the pole-
eat, &c. &c.; pursuing the former boldly into their
holes, and dragging them from their concealments
to the light of day. A couple of them are gene-
rally kept in every complete fox-hunting estab-
lishment, for the purpose of entering the holes








into which the fox may sake refuge to drive it out.
He is generally of a sandy greyish colour, and is
sometimes black; but when white or pari-coloured
it is a sure mark of the impurity of the breed."
Is it a mischievous animal, Uncle Thomas It
looks very fierce."
Quite the reverse, John. I heard of one
which belonged to the Marchioness of Stafford,
which having been deprived of its litter of
whelps, made the singular adoption of a brood of
ducklings. She was quite disconsolate at the loss
of her young ones for some time, till happening to
cast her eyes on the ducklings, she forthwith
seized on them, and carried them to her lair, fol-
lowing them about with the greatest attention,
and nursing them after her own fashion with the
greatest anxiety. When her adopted charge,
following their natural instinct, went into the
water, their fotter-mother exhibited the utmost
alarm, and as soon as they returned to land,
snatched them up and ran home with them."
Rover would have been a better nurse for
them, Uncle Thomas. He would have been able
to swim about with them."








I have seen a hen nursing ducklings, Uncle
Thomas; but I never heard of such a strange
alliance as the one you have just told us of."
Instances of animals bereft of their young
adopting those of another, are not uncommon,
Frank; I knew a curious instance of a Scotch
terrier, taking upon himself the care of a family
of kittens.
A gentleman residing in Edinburgh had a
Highland terrier named Wasp, in whose box a
cat kittened, and kept possession of it, finding it
a very convenient place for bringing up her pro-
geny. As soon as the kittens began to lap milk,
however, Wasp expelled the old cat from her
retreat, and continued to share his own provisions
with the kittens. So admirable a nurse was he,
that he used to carry his young charge to a plot
of grass belonging to the house, and after gam-
boling with them for an hour or two, conveyed
them back one by one to his wooden domicile. So
considerate was he, that if the day was cold or
rainy, he did not remove them from their nest.
When the kittens were removed, poor Wasp
became dull and moping, gradually drooping till








he died about six months after, it was supposed of
grief for the loss of his young charge."
Do you really think Wasp died of grief. Uncle
Thomas!"
I think it is very doubtful, Frank; but in-
stances of extreme attachment have been so com-
mon, that one is prepared to believe stories which
might otherwise seem almost incredible. Last
time I saw my good old friend Mr. Bolton, he
told me a story which happened to him more than
thirty years ago. I think I can repeat i in nearly
his own words:-
I had been dining in the Tower with Lord
N- who at that time commanded a regiment on
duty there, and was returning to the west-end of the
town to my fathers residence, when a large Scotch
terrier attached himself to me in a very peculiar
manner. The night was far advanced, morning
indeed had dawned, we had committed no excess,
and I observed with much interest the anxiety
expressed by my new friend, which preceded my
path, and with a growland a snap, maintained the
wall for me against the casual intrusion of persons
mingling on the footway. He accompanied me








thus from Tower-hill to Bedford-square; but, on
entering my house, refused to follow, and instantly
disappeared. On the following morning he w at
my door early, recognized me with pleasure on my
first appearance, remained with me through the
day, and at night left me. Sometimes he would
condescend to enter the house in the evening, and
would then sleep at my chamber-door; but whether
he did so or not, he was ready at an early hor in
the morning to receive and salute me with his
caresses. In short, he was as capricious in his
attentions as a fashionable husband, sometimes
braving the imputation of eastern vulgarity, and
being very fond; at others assuming all the cold-
ness and indifference of a western climate. At this
time my dear father died, and during many months
I was obliged to take the road almost daily between
his houses in town and country.
SIf I remained absentfromeither place a second
day, and my dog was not with me, as if desiros
make his inquiry, he would disappear from the
residence he had chosen, and visit me where he
knew I should be found. If, on the other hand,
he was with me, and I continued longer in one








place than was pleasing to him, he would leave me
for his other home, and wait my return to it, or
come back to me, just as the whim seemed to
suit him. Whenever he was with me his post was
beneath my chair, and he commonly gave the
angry salutation of a growl to any one who ap-
proached me hastily, or with apparent rudeness.
On one occasion he had been absent from me many
days: on my way to London with my friend, Sir
W.C., the horse took fright, ran at full speed
to a considerable distance, overthrew the gig,
which was broken in pieces, and left us in the
midst of a wet ditch half smothered. In the
instant, on emerging from this very painful situ-
ation, in spite of all our discomfort, we were irre-
sistibly urged to immoderate laughter by the
appearance of my dog journeying very leisurely
along the high-road, with perfect indifference to
any of the objects around him, until he heard my
voice, which seemed to electrify him, and he became
exceedingly troublesome with his expressions of joy
and gratulation.
If on any occasion I placed my stick, glove,
or purse on a particular spot, and at any distance








of time afterwards bade him return and find it
and bring it to me, he never failed in his embassy;
or if I concealed any article, and pointed out to
him the place, and desired him to watch there, he
would neither remove from his charge, nor allow
anyone to touch it but myself, though I were absent
perhaps for many hours.
The end of this friendly connexion must be
told to my shame. In going to the theatre with a
friend, we were overtaken with a heavy shower of
rain, and being dressed for the occasion, forbade
my poor dog to share a coach with us. I rather
fear I thrust him from me, and in an angry tone
bade him begone: he left us, growling surlily, and
I have never seen or heard of him since, although
I frequently advertised, offering large rewards for
his recovery.
I have still some more stories to tell you about
the terrier, boys; but as they all relate to the
smooth-haired, or English terrier, I think I will
not begin to-night.
"'Well, John, have you been able to solve the
Charade I gave you last night "
"No, Uncle Thomas, I have not; I cannot








think what it is. Frank says that he knows, but
he won't tell us."
Frank is very right, John; I wanted to try
your ingenuity. I wonder you have not been able
to solve it, it is very simple. Harry, I see by
your looks that you don't know it either, so I
must come to you, Frank."
Oh! I knew it at once, Uncle Thomas. It is
CURFEW,"
SQuite right, Frank. I think, however, you
could scarcely fail in solving it, it is so very simple.
Do you understand it now, John ?"
"Oh yes! Uncle, I am astonished that I did
not see it before, it is so easy."
You must think better next time, John.-
Good-bye, boys"












FOURTH EVENING.
ONCLE THOMAS ILLUSTRATES THE SAGACITY OF THE ENGLISH
TERRIER BY SEVERAL INTERESTING STORIES; ALSO THE
FIDELITY AND SPEED OF THE GREYHOUND AND RECOUNTS
TO THE BOYS SOME AMUSING TRAITS OF CHARACTER IN
MAIDA, THR PAVOURITE HIGHLAND GREYHOUND OF THE
AUTHOR OF WAVERLEY.
Goon evening, Uncle Thomas. As we came
along, we saw a man with a cage, containing a
great many rats, which he had just caught. He
had several dogs with him, and he told Harry that
they were terriers. They were larger than the
Scotch terrier we saw yesterday, and quite smooth.
Were they English terriers, Uncle Thomas!"
No doubt of it, Frank; and I dare say the
man found them very useful assistants in killing
rate, for, like the Scotch terrier, they delight in
hunting after and destroying such animals. Did
you ever hear of Billy, the celebrated rat-killer!"
No, Uncle Thomas, we never did."
Well, I don't know that you losemuch; when








the instincts and sagacity of animals, instead of
being employed for the benefit and protection of
man, are turned into instruments of mere wanton
amusement, the operation takes the appearance of
cruelty, and ought to revolt every generous mind.
I suppose I must tell you something about Billy,
though, now that I have mentioned him.
Billy was the name of an English terrier,
which attracted much notice many years ago
among the sporting circles, for the quickness and
skill which he displayed in killing rats; on one
occasion despatching one hundred in seven minutes
and a half!"
But, Uncle Thomas, where did he find so many
at once!"
Oh! they were caught for him, and put into
a small enclosure, about twelve feet square, It
was a disgusting exhibition, But many hundreds of
people attended. It was reckoned a great feat at
the time, and large sums of money were betted on
the result."
I can't think how Billy couldmanageit, Uncle
Thomas. Why, it is upwards of thirteen in a
minute !"








The dog could not have done it, boys, had the
poor rate got fair play; but the fact is, it was an
unfair transaction altogether. The rats were what
is technically called hocussed that is. drugs had
been administered to them, which made them
crowd languidly to the corners of the pit, and fall
almost unresisting victims to Billy's grasp.
But come, we have more than enough of such
disgraceful details. I will tell you a story about
a very sagacious English terrier, named Tinker,
with which I am sure you will be much more de-
lighted.
Tinker belonged to a respectable farmer in
Hampshire, and followed him wherever he went;
and as his business frequently led him saroes the
water to Portsmouth, the dog as regularly at-
tended him. The farmer had a son-in-law, a
bookseller by trade, settled at Portsmouth, with
whom a friendly intercourse was kept up; and
whenever visits were exchanged, Tinker was always
sure to be of the party.
One day having lost his nmaterin Portsmouth,
after a fruitless search at many of his usual haunts,
the dog trotted to his friend the bookseller, and








by whining and various gesticulations, gave him to
understand that he had'missed his protector, and
wished to renew his search on the Gosport
side, where he then lived; but the crossing of the
water was an insuperable obstacle to his pur
pose, it being much too wide for him to swim over.
His friend the bookseller, understanding his mean-
ing, immediately gave his boy a penny, and sent
him to the beach with the dog, with directions to
give the ferryman the money for his passage to the
opposite shore, that being the usual fare. The
dog, which seemed to understand the whole pro-
ceeding, was much pleased, and jumped directly
into the boat; and when landed at Gosport, im-
mediately set off full speed home, where, finding
the beloved object of his pursuit, his joy was inex-
pressible. Ever after that time, when he lost his
master at Portsmouth, he went to the bookseller,
who gave his servant strict orders always to pay
his passage, and not to let him wait (he being too
valuable a servant to be kept in suspense), which
was constantly done, to the very great satisfaction
of the dog, and high entertainment of the book-
seller's customers, who viewed with astonishment








and gratification the sagacious creature undertake
his nautical voyage.
Tinker invariably attended his master and
family to church, and during divine service lay
quietly under his master's seat; but if the day
proved rainy, he would sometimes, by following the
chaise, make himself in a very dirty condition. If,
however, his master or mistress said to him, For
shame, Tinker,-you surely would not go to church
in such a filthy trim he would immediately hang
down his head, slink back, return home, and rest
quietly in the barn until conscious that he could
make a more decent appearance; he would then
scratch at the parlour-door for admittance, where
he was always, when clean, a very welcome guest."
I think, Uncle Thomas, it was a piece of great
cruelty in Billy's master to allow him to be used
in the manner you mentioned.:
Yes, Harry, it was so; but don't you think
that those who sat and looked on, were equally
blamesble "
I dare say they were, Uncle Thomas."
No doubt of it, Harry; perhaps more so.
Among them there were doubtless some men of








education, and perhaps of refinement too; though,
if such was the case, they certainly had got into
rather questionable society. It would have been
more to their honour to have been engaged in call-
ing forth feelings of kindness on the part of ani-
mals to each other, than in wantonly inciting thm
to one another's unnecessary and cruel destrue-
tion."
But surely, Uncle Thomas, dogs and rats
never could be brought to love each other ?"
"And why not, John Many instances have
been recorded of cats and mice living amicably
together. The poet Cowper kept together three
harea and a cat and a spaniel; and I can tell you
of an instance even more striking:-
"After a very severe chase of upwards of an
hour, a fox was run to earth by Mr. Daniel's
hounds, at Heney Dovehouse, near Sudbury. in
Suffolk. The terriers were lost; but as the fox
disappeared in view of the foremost hounds, and
itbeing the conedingday of the season, it was re-
solved to dig him out, and two men from Sudbury
brought a couple of terriers for that purpose.
After considerable labour, the fox was caught,
F








and given to the hounds: whilst they were killing
him, one of the terriers slipped back into the earth,
and again laid. After more digging, a bitch-fox
was taken out, and the terrier killed two cubs in
the earth; three others were saved from her fury,
which were begged by the owner of the bitch,
who said he should make her suckle them. This
was laughed at, as impossible: however, as the
man was positive, the cubs were given to him, and
the mother was carried away, and turned into an
earthin another county. The terrier had behaved
so well at earth, that she was some days after-
wards bought, with the oubs she had fostered, by
Mr. Daniel. She continued regularly to suckle
the cubs, and reared them until able to shift for
themselves. What adds to the strangeness of
the affair is, that the terrier's whelps were nearly
five weeks old, and the cubs could just see, when
this exchange of prgeeny was made."
That was a very singular thing, Uncle Thomas!
I wonder how such different animals are taught to
live peaceably together."
Principally, I believe, by kind treatment, and
being supplied with plenty of food."








Uncle Thomas, what is the difference between
afox-hound and a harrier? I saw two packs of
them yesterday, and I really could not tell the one
from the other."
I do not wonder at it, Frank, they bear so
close a resemblance to each other. The. harrier
is, however, in general smaller and less powerful
than the fox-hound. Indeed, some packs of har-
riers are composed entirely of the smaller dogs,
drafted from a pack of fox-hounds."
Is the harrier the same as the greyhound,
Uncle Thomas, which Mr. R ... keeps for catch-
ing hares ?"
No, John, they are two very different dogs,
and are used in a very different manner. The
greyhound is kept for coursing; that is, when
a hare is discovered, the greyhound is made
to pursue it, which it does by sight only. The
harrier, on the contrary, is kept to hunt in packs;
they follow the chase by scent, and are attended
by the sportsmen on horseback, very much in the
way in which a fox hunt is carried on.
"The greyhound, though less intelligent than
some of the other races of dogs is not deficient in
P2








attachment to his master, and it occasionally
equals any of them in sagacity and fidelity.
Some years ago, a gentleman of Queen's Col-
lege, Oxford, went to pass the Christmas reces
at his father's, in the country. An uncle, a bro-
ther, and other friends, were one day to dine toge-
ther. It was fine frosty weather; the two
young gentlemen went out for a forenoon's recre-
ation, and one of them took his skaits with him.
They were followed by a favourite greyhound.
When the friends were beginning to long for their
return, the dog came home at full speed, and by its
apparent anxiety, its laying hold of their clothes
to pull them along, and by all its gestures, it con-
vineed them that something was wrong. They
followed the greyhound, which led them to a piece
of water frozen over. A hat was seen on the ice,
near which was a fresh aperture. The bodies of
the young gentlemen were soon found, but, alas !
though every means were tried, life could not be
restored. The gentleman of Oxford, who was
designed for holy orders, was a person who, from
his sobriety, amiable and studious disposition, and
excellent genius, had given every reason to expect








that he would soon have been an ornament to his
profession.
There is another story which places the saga-
city of the greyhound in a still higher light. A
Scotch gentleman, who kept a greyhound and a
pointer, being fond of coursing, employed the one
to find the hares, and the other to catch them. It
was, however, discovered that, when the season
was over, the dogs were in the habit of going out
by themselves, and killing hares for their own
amusement. To prevent this, a large iron ring
was fastened to the pointer's neck by a leather
collar, and hung down so as to prevent the dog
from running, or jumping over dikes, k&. The
animals, however, continued to stroll out to the
fields together; and one day, the gentleman sus-
pecting that all was not right, resolved to watch
them, and, to his surprise, found that the moment
they thought they were unobserved, the greyhound
took up the iron ring in his mouth, and carrying
it, they set off to the hills, and began to search for
hares as usual They were followed, and it was
observed, that whenever the pointer scented the
hare, the ring was dropped, and the greyhound








stood ready to pounce upon the game the moment
the other drove her from her form, but that he
uniformly returned to assist his companion after
he had caught his prey."
Is the greyhound a very swift dog, Uncle
Thomas?"
The greyhound is reckoned the swiftest of
dogs. Its long thin legs and tapering body pecu-
liarly fit it for speed. It almost equals the race-
horse. In the month of December, 1800, a match
was to have been run over Doncaster race-
course for one hundred guineas; but one of the
horses having been withdrawn from the contest,
the other started alone, that by running over the
ground, he might secure the prize. She had
scarcely proceeded above one mile in the four,
when a greyhound started from the side of the
course, and eagerly entered into the contest. For
the remaining three miles they kept pretty equal,
and the energetic exertions of each afforded an
excellent treat to the spectators. At passing the
distance-post, five to four was betted in favour
of the greyhound: when parallel with the stand
it was even betting; at the termination of the








course, however, the horse had the advantage by
a head."
That was a very interesting experiment, Uncle
Thomas, only I wish the dog had won."
Ha ha Frank, so you c't bear to see
your favourite defeated. There is a little dog of
the greyhound spe calledhe Italian greyhound,
of whose sagacity there are several interesting
stories recorded. It is a very handsome dog, but
is too small for the chae ; and is, therefore, usu-
ally kept merely as an attendant on the great.
The late Lord De Clifford returned one night
from his club after his lady had retired to bed, but
not being asleep when he entered her ebamber, he
informed her that he had won a large stake, which
he placed on the table. It was at this time re-
marked by her ladyship that a small Italian grey-
hound, which always slept in the room, had been
very restless and uneasy since she had entered it.
His lordship, however, treated the matter lightly,
and went to sleep ; but not so his lady. The dog
continued restless, and could not be made to re-
main quiet. In the course of an hour or two a
man entered the bed-room from the adjoining








dressing-room, snatched up the whole of the money
from off the table, and as quickly disappeared with
it He had been secreted in the chimney of the
dressing-room, and made his escape by the same.
Here is another:-
A gentleman in Bologna had a small Italian
greyhound, which used at nights to have a kind of
jacket put on, to guard it from the cold. It was
accustomed very early in the morning to go to a
neighboring house to visit another dog of the
same breed which lived there. Before setting out,
it always endeavoured, by various coaxing gestures,
to prevail upon the people of the house to take off
its night-jacket, in order that it might play more
at ease with its companion. It once happened,
when it could not get any one to do it this service,
that it found means, by various contortions of its
body, rubbing itself against tables and chairs, and
working with its limbs, to undress itself without
any other assistance. After this trialhad succeeded,
it continued to practise it for some time, until its
master discovered it, who after that undressed it
every morning, and let it out of the house. Some.
times when it made its morning call, it found the








door of the house in which its friend dwelt not yet
open. In these cases it placed itself opposite to
the house, and by loud barking solicited admit-
tance. But as the noise which it made became
troublesome, both to the inhabitants of the house
and to the neighbours, they not only kept the door
shut against it, but endeavoured also to drive it
away from the house by throwing stones at it from
the windows. It crept, however, so close to the
door, that it was perfectly secure against the
stones, and they had to drive it away with a
whip. After some time it went again to the
house, and waited without barking till the door
was opened. It was again driven away, upon which
it discontinued its visits for a long time. At
length, however, it ventured to go once more to
the house, and set up a loud barking; placing
itself in a situation where it was both secure
against the stones, and against being seized by the
people of the house when they opened the door.
After a considerable time, it one morning saw
a boy come to the house, lay hold of the knocker,
and strike it against the door, and it observed that
upon this process the door was opened. After the








boy had been let in, the dog crept along the side
of the house to the door, and took its station upon
the spot where the boy stood when he knocked,
and where no one who stood dose to the door
could be seen from within. Here it leaped several
times at the knocker, till it raised it and made it
strike the door. A person from within imme-
diately called, Who is there ?' but receiving no
answer, opened the door, upon which the dog ran
in with tokens of great delight, and soon found its
wayto its friend. Often after this it availed itself
of the fortunate discovery which it had made, and
its ingenuity was so much admired, that it pro-
ered it thenceforward free ccess to its compa-
nion's habitation.
SOur time is nearly expired, boys; but before
you go I must tell you about Sir Walter Scott's
Highland greyhound, Maida, a remarkably fine
animal, of which the great novelist was very
fond.
A Highland greyhound, Uncle Thomas! Is
that the same as the common greyhound you have
just been telling us about?"
No, Harry, it is a much larger and more








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powerful animal, and its hair, instead of being
sleek and smooth, is long, stiff, and bristly. Its
muscular powers fit it for enduring much fatigue.
It was this dog which the Highland chieftains
of former times used in their grand hunting
parties.
Maida was presented to Sir Walter by his
friend Maedonell of Glengarry, one of the chiefs
of the Highland clans. He was one of the finest
dogs of the kind ever seen in Scotland, not only on
account of his symmetry of form and dignified
aspect, but also from his extraordinary size and
strength. So uncommon was his appearance, that
he used to attract great crowds in Edinburgh,
where Sir Walter lived, to look at him whenever
he appeared in the streets.
When Sir Walter happened to travel through
a strange town, Maids was usually surrounded by
crowds of amateurs, whose curiosity he indulged
with great patience, until it began to be trouble-
some, when a single short bark gave warning that
he must be urged no farther.' Nothing could
exceed the fidelity, obedience, and attachment of
this dog to his master, whom he seldom quitted,








and on whom he was a constant attendant when
travelling.
Maida was a remarkably high-spirited and
beautiful dog, with black ears, cheeks, back, and
sides, extending to nearly the tip of the tail, which
was white. His muzzle, neck, throat, breast, belly,
and legs, were white. The hair on his whole body
and limbs was rough and shaggy, and particularly
so on the neck, throat, and breast; that on the
ridge of the neck he used to raise like a lion's mane
when excited to anger. His disposition was gentle
and peaceable both to men and animals; but he
showed marked symptoms of anger to ill-dressed
or blackguard-looking people, whom he always re-
garded with a suspicious eye, and whose motions
he watched with the most scrupulous jealousy.
This fine dog probably brought on himself
premature old age by the excessive fatigue and
exercise to which his natural ardour incited him;
for he had the greatest pleasure in accompanying
the common greyhounds; and although from his
great size and strength he was not at all adapted
for coursing, be not unfrequently turned and even
ran down bares.








Sir Walter used to give an amusing account
of an incident which befell Maida in one of his
chases. I was once riding over a field on which
the reapers were at work, the stocks being placed
behind them, as is usual. Maida having found a
hare, began to chase her, to the great amusement
of the spectators, as the hare turned very often
and very swiftly among the stocks. At length,
being hard pressed, she fairly bolted into one of
them. Maida went in headlong after her, and the
stook began to be much agitated in various direc-
tions; at length the sheaves tumbled down, and
the bare and the dog, terrified alike at their over-
throw, ran different ways to the great amusement
of the spectators.'
Among several peculiarities which Maida pos-
sessed, one was a strong aversion to artiste, arising
from the frequent restraints he was subjected to in
having his portrait taken, on account of his ma-
jestic appearance. The instant he saw a pencil and
paper produced, he prepared to beat a retreat;
and, if forced to remain, he exhibited the strongest
marks of displeasure.
"' Maida's bark was deep and hollow. Some-








times he amused himself with howling in a very
tiresome way. When he was very fond of his
friends he used to grin, tucking up his whole lips
and showing all his teeth, but this was only when
he was particularly disposed to recommend him-
self.'
Maida lies buried at the gate of Abbotsford,
Sir Walter's country seat, which he long pro-
teted ; a grave-stone is placed over him, on which
is carved the figure of a dog. It bears the fol-
lowing inscription:
Maida, Marmoreb dermis sub imagine Maid
Ad Jsuam domini, sit tibi terra levis!
Can you translate Maid's epitaph for us,
Frank V"
I will try, Uncle Thomas."
That is right, my boy, always try. Never
let anything that is at all attainable remain un-
done merely from fear to make the trial. To be
sure you must not expect at all times to succeed ;
but it is always better to make the attempt. If
you try, you may be successful: if you don't, you
never cane"








"I think it is, Maida, thou deepet under the
marble image of Maids, at the gate of thy mas
ter. Light be the earth to thee !' "
Very well, Frank: very well indeed!-Sir
Walter himself translated it,
Beneath the sculptured form which late you wore
Sleep soundly, Maida, at your masters door.

I have only one more story to tell you about
the Highland greyhound. I may as well tell it
now, though it should detain you a few minutes
longer."
Oh! do, Uncle Thomas. We shall make all
the haste we can home. It still wants five minutes
to our usual hour."
It is an old Welsh story, boys, and shows
how extremely dangerous it is to give way to feel-
ings of resentment.
In a village at the foot of Snowden, a moun-
tain in Wales, there is a tradition that Llewellyn,
son-in-law to King John, had a residence in that
neighbourhood. The king, it is said, had pre-
sented him with one of the finest greyhounds
in England, named Gelert. In the year 1205,








Llewellyn one day, on going out to hunt, called all
his dogs together, but his favourite greyhound was
missing, and nowhere to be found. He blew his
horn as a signal for the chase, and still Gelert
came not. Llewellyn was much disconcerted ab
the heedlessness of his favourite, but at length
pursued the chase without him. For want of
Gelert the sport was limited; and getting tired,
Llewellyn returned home at an early hour, when
the first object that presented itself to him at his
castle gate was Gelert, who bounded with his usual
transport to meet his master, having his lips be-
smeared with blood. Llewellyn gazed with sur-
prise at the unusual appearance of his dog.
On going into the apartment where he had
left his infant son and heir asleep, he found the
bed-clothes all in confusion, the cover rent, and
stained with blood. He called on his child, but
no answer was made, from which he hastily con-
cluded that the dog must have devoured him; and,
giving vent to his rage, plunged his sword to the
hilt in Gelert's side. The noble animal fell at his
feet, uttering a dying yell which awoke the infant,
who was sleeping beneath a mingled heap of the








bed-clothes, while beneath the bed lays great wolf
covered with gore, which the faithful and gallant
hound had destroyed. Llewellyn, smitten with
sorrow and remorse for the rash and frantic deed
which had deprived him of so faithful a animal
caused an elegant marble monument, with an
appropriate inscription, to be erected over the
spot where Gelert was buried, to commemorate
his fidelity and unhappy fate. The place, to this
day, is called Beth-Gelert, or the Grave of the
Greyhound."
Good night, Uncle Thomas good night! "
Good night, boys! To-morrow I will tell you
about the shepherd's dog. I have some long stories
to tell you about it."
We will come early to-morrow, Uncle Thomas.
Good night, once more."













FIFTH EVENING.
UNCLE THOMAS TELLS MANY STORIES ABOUT THE SAGACITY
AND FIDELITY OF THE SHEPHERD'S DUO, AND RELATES
SOME TERY AMUSING TALES ABOUT THE ETTRICK SHEP-
HERD'S DOGS.
WELL, Uncle Thomas, you see we have kept
our word, and come early to-night to hear about
the shepherd's dog."
I am glad of it, boys, for it shows that you
are interested in the stories I tell you. I am going
to tell you about the Ettrick Shepherd's dogs, but
I must first describe the shepherd's dog to you,
that you may know it when you see it."
Oh, thank you, Uncle Thomas, we know the
dog very well: we often see them attending the
man who feeds his sheep on the downs.
"Ah! well, I shall be very short in my descrip-
tion of him since you know him so well."
The shepherd's dog, whose docility and intelli-
gence may equal that of every other race, is gene-






THE SHEPHERD s DOG.


rally about fifteen inches in height. His coat is
long, shaggy, and somewhat waved; his tail bushy,
and slightly curved. The prevailing colour is black,
or dark grey: his general bearing is quiet and
thoughtful.; his looks might almost be said to be
heavy, but his eye sparkles with intelligence, and
bespeaks a spirit always ready to obey his master's
commands.
The intelligence of this animal is most con-
spicuously displayed on the mountain sides and
extensive moors of Scotland or Wales, where the
shepherd confides to his care the charge of his
countless flocks. The skilful manner in which he
executes his commission, is truly astonishing, and
some of the stories illustrative of this, which I am
going to tell you, are so wonderful as almost to
exceed belief.
Here, John, is Hogg's Shepherd's Calendar,'
one chapter of which is devoted to the shepherd's
dog, and contains the best account of that faithful
and sagacious animal which is to be found any.
where. You must read it for us, if you please.
Begin here:-
My dog was always my companion. I con-








versed with him the whole day,-I shared every
meal with him, and my plaid in the time of a
shower; the consequence was; that I generally had
the best dogs in all the country. The first remark-
able one that I had was named Sirrah. He was,
beyond all comparison, the best dog I ever saw.
He was of a surly, unsocial temper, disdained all
flattery, and refused to be caressed; but his atten-
tion to his master's commands and interests never
will again be equalled by any of the canine race.
The first time that I saw him, a drover was leading
him in a rope; he was hungry and lean, and far
from being a beautiful ur, for he was all over black,
and had a grim face striped with dark brown.
The man had bought him of a boy for three shil-
lings, somewhere on the Border, and, doubtless,
had used him very ill on his journey. I thought I
discovered a sort of sullen intelligence in his face,
notwithstanding his dejected and forlorn situation;
so I gave the drover a guinea for him, and appro-
priated the captive to myself. I believe there
never was a guinea so well laid out; at least I am
satisfied that I never laid out one to so good pur-
pose. He was scarcely then a year old, and niew






TrM R HEPsRDlt DOf


so little of herding, that he had never turned sheep
in his life; but as soon as he discovered that it
was his duty to do so, and that it obliged me, I
can never forget with what anxiety and eagerness
he learned his different evolutions. He would try
every way deliberately, till he found out what I
wanted him to do; and when once I made him to
understand a direction, he never forgot or mistook
it again. Well as I knew him, he very often
astonished me, for when hard pressed in accom-
plishing the task that he was put to, he had expe-
dients of the moment that bespoke a great share
of the reasoning faculty. Were I to relate all his
exploits, it would require a volume; I shall only
mention one or two, to prove what kind of an ani-
mal he was.
I was a shepherd for ten years on the same
farm, where I had always about 700 lambs put
under my charge every year at weaning time. As
they were of the short or black-faced breed, the
breaking of them was a very ticklish and difficult
task. I was obliged to watch them night and day
for the first four days, during which time I had
always a person to assist me. It happened one




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