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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter 1
        Front Matter 2
    Frontispiece
        Frontispiece
    Title Page
        Page i
        Page ii
    Preface
        Page iii
        Page iv
        Page v
    Table of Contents
        Page vi
    Introduction by Miss Minette Gattina
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
    Early days
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 16a
        Page 17
    Changes
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 22a
        Page 23
        Page 24
    Ups and downs
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 36a
    The inundation
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 44a
        Page 45
    Pains and pleasures
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 54a
    Duty
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
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        Page 60a
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    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
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THE


ADVENTURES OF A DOG,



AND A GOOD DOG TOO,





BY ALFRED ELWES,
AUTHOR OF C" THE ADVENTURES OF A BEAR," OCEAN AND HER RULERS," ETC., ETC.






WITH EIGHT ILLUSTRATIONS BY HARRISON WEIR.
WITH EIGHT ILLUSTRATIONS BY HARRISON WEIR.


LONDON:
GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND CO., FARRINGDON STREET,
AND 18, BEEKMAN STREET, NEW YORK.
1857.

























































LONDON:

TROMAS HARRILD, PRINTER, 11, SALISBURY SQUARE,

FLEET STREET.













PREFACE.


I LOVE dogs. Who does not ? It is a natural feeling to love
those who love ub; and dogs were always fond of me. Thousands
can say the same; and I shall therefore find plenty of sympathy
while unfolding my dog's tale.

This attachment of mine to the canine family in general, and
their affection towards myself, have induced me, like the Vizier in
the Arabian Nights," of happy memory, to devote some time to
the study of their language. Its idiom is not so difficult as many
would suppose. There is a simplicity about it that often shames
the dialects of man; which have been so altered and refined that
we discover people often saying one thing when they mean exactly
the reverse. Nothing of the sort is visible in the great canine
tongue. Whether the tone in which it is uttered be gruff or polished,
sharp or insinuating, it is at least sincere. Mankind would often be
puzzled how to use it.

Like many others, its meaning is assisted by gestures of the
body, and, above all, by the expression of the eye. If ever language
had its seat in that organ, as phrenologists pretend, it lies in the eye
of the dog. Yet, a good portion finds its way to his tail. The
motion of that eloquent member is full of meaning. There is the
slow, wag of anger; the gentle wag of contentment; the brisker wag
of joy: and what can be more mutely expressive than the limp states
of sorrow, humility, and fear ?


.i~L~-SI'~'~W~,~-'C _~~ I_~___~_~_~__~ ~_~





PREFACE.


If the tongue of the dog present such distinctive traits, the
qualities of the animal himself are not less striking. Although the
dispositions of dogs are as various as their forms-although educa-
tion, connections, the society they keep, have all their influence-to
the credit of their name be it said, a dog never sullies his mouth
with an untruth. His emotions of pleasure are genuine; never
forced. His grief is not the semblance of woe, but comes from the
heart. His devotion is unmixed with other feelings. It is single,
unselfish, profound. Prosperity affects it not; adversity cannot
make it swerve. Ingratitude, that saddest of human vices, is
unknown to the dog. He does not forget past favours, but, when
attached by benefits received, his love endures through life. But
I shall have never done with reciting the praises of this noble
animal; the subject is inexhaustible. My purpose now has narrower
limits.
From the archives of the city of Caneville, I lately drew the
materials of a Bear's Biography. From the same source I now
derive my "Adventures of a Dog." My task has been less that of
a composer than a translator, for a feline editoress, a Miss Minette
Gattina, had already performed her part. This latter animal appears,
however, to have been so learned a cat-one may say so deep a puss
-that she had furnished more notes than there was original matter.
Another peculiarity which distinguished her labours was the obscurity
of her style; I call it a peculiarity, and not a defect, because I am
not quite certain whether the difficulty of getting at her meaning
lay in her mode of expressing herself or my deficiency in the
delicacies of her language. I think myself a tolerable linguist,
yet have too great a respect for puss to say that any fault is
attributable to her.
The same feeling has, naturally, made me careful in- rendering
those portions which were exclusively her own. I have preferred


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letting her say little to allowing her to express anything she did not
intend. Her notes, which, doubtless, drew many a purr of approval
from her own breast, and many a wag of approbation from the tails
Sof her choice acquaintance, I have preferred leaving out altogether;
and I have so curtailed the labours of her paw, and the workings of
her brain, as to condense into half-a-dozen pages her little volume
of introduction. The autobiography itself, most luckily, required
no alteration. It is the work of a simple mind, detailing the events
of a simple but not uneventful life. Whether I have succeeded in
conveying to my readers' intelligence the impression which this
Dog's Adventures made on mine, they alone can decide.


A. E.
LYNDHURST ROAD,
PECKHAM.















PAG1


EARLY DAYS .......12

CHANGES1 .. . .- 18

TUPS AND DOWNS . .. .. 26

THE INUNDATION . . 37

PAINS AND PLEASURES . . 46

DUTY . . . 55












ILLUSTRATIONS.

PAGI
SA FAMILY PARTY (FRownTIPIEc) . . 8

LADY BULL . . . 17

GOOD DOG! .. . .. 22

A CANINE BUTCHER . . 36

AFLOAT ... 45

A WORTHY SUBJECT . . 54

A SEVERE BLOW . .. .. 60

CONSOLATION . . 62










INTRODUCTION.


BY MISS MINETTE GATTINA.


IT may seem peculiar to any but an inhabitant of this renowned
city of Caneville, that one of our nation should venture on the task
of bringing to the notice of the world the memoir I have undertaken
to edit. But, besides that in this favoured place animals of all kinds
learn to dwell in tolerable harmony together, the subject of this
biography had so endeared himself to all classes and to every tribe
by his kindness of heart, noble devotion, and other dog-like qualities,
that there was not a cat, in spite of the supposed natural antipathy
existing between the great feline and canine races, who would not
have set up her back and fought to the last gasp in defence of this
dear old fellow.
Many a time has he saved me from the rough treatment of rude
and ill-conducted curs, when I have been returning from a concert,
or tripping quietly home after a pleasant chat with a friend. Often
and often, when a kitten, has he carried me on his back through the
streets, in order that I might not wet my velvet slippers on a rainy
day: and once, ah! well do I remember it, he did me even greater
service; for a wicked Tom of our race, who had often annoyed me
with his attentions, had actually formed a plan of carrying me off
to some foreign land, and would have succeeded too, if dear Doggy
had not got scent of the affair, and pounced on that treacherous Tom
just as he was on the point of executing his odious project.
I can speak of these things now without the slightest fear of
being accused of vanity. If I say my eyes were beautifully round
and green, they are so no longer. If I boast of the former light-
ness of my step, it drags, alas! but too heavily now. If I dwell on
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little can be said in their favour at the present day, and I feel
therefore less.scruple in dilating on the elegance of my figure, and
the taste of my toilette, as, when speaking of them, I seem to be
referring to another individual Puss, with whom the actual snuffy
old Tabby has little or no connection.
But, it will be said, these last matters have not much to do with
the object I have in hand. I must not attempt to palm off on my
readers any adventures of my own under the shadow of a dog. I
must rather allow my Cat's-paw to perform the office for which it
has become noted, namely, that of aiding in the recovery of what
its owner is not intended to participate. I must endeavour to place
before the world of Caneville, to be thence transmitted to the less
civilized portions of the globe, those incidents in our Dog's life
which he has been too modest to relate himself, in order that after-
generations may fully appreciate all the goodness of his character.
To greatness, he had no pretension, although few animals are aware
how close is the relation between these two qualities.
I think I see the dear old Dog now, as it has been often my
privilege to behold him, seated in his large arm-chair, his hair quite
silvered with age, shading his thoughtful, yet kindly face, his pipe
in his paw, his faithful old friend by his side, and surrounded by a
group of attentive listeners of both sexes, who seemed to hang upon
every word of wisdom as it dropped from his mouth; all these
spring to my mind when I recal his image, and if I were a painter
I think I should have no difficulty in presenting to my readers this
pleasant "family party." The very room in which these meetings
were held comes as strongly to my recollection as the various young
and old dogs who were wont to assemble there. Plainly furnished,
it yet boasted some articles of luxury; works of statuary and
painting, presented to old Job by those who admired his goodness,
or had been the objects of hii devotion.
One of these, a statuette representing a fast little dog upon a
tasteful pedestal, used often to excite my curiosity, the more because
Job showed no inclination to gratify it. I managed, however, at


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last to get at the incident which made Job the possessor of this
comical little figure, and as the circumstance worthily illustrates his
character, I will relate it as the anecdote was told to me.
It was once a fashion in Caneville, encouraged by puppies of the
superior classes, to indulge in habits of so strange a nature as to
meet on stated occasions for the express purpose of trying their skill
and strength in set combats; and although the most frightful
consequences often ensued, these assemblies were still held until put
down by the sharp tooth of the law. The results which ensued
were not merely dangerous to life, but created such a quarrelsome
disposition, that many of these dogs were never happy but when
fighting; and the force granted them by nature for self-defence was
too often used most wantonly to the annoyance of their neighbours.
It one day happened that Job was sitting quietly on a steep bank of
the river where it runs into the wood at some distance from the city,
at one moment watching the birds as they skimmed over the water,
at another following the movements of a large fish, just distinguish-
able from the height, as it rose at the flies that dropped upon the
stream; when three dogs, among the most celebrated fighters of the
time, passed by that way. Two of them were of the common class,
about the size and weight of Job; the other was a young puppy of
good family, whose tastes had unfortunately led him into such low
society. Seeing the mild expression of Job's face, and confident in
their own prowess, they resolved to amuse themselves at his expense,
and to this end drew near to him. Unobserved by their intended
: victim, with a rapid motion they endeavoured to push him head
foremost into the river, Master Puppy having dexterously seized
hold of his tail to make the somersault more complete. Job,
although thus unexpectedly set upon from behind, was enabled, by
the exertion of great strength, to defeat the object of his assailants.
In the struggle which ensued, his adversaries discovered that, in
spite of their boasted skill, they had more than found their match.
One of them got rolled over into the stream, out of which he
managed to crawl with considerable difficulty half a mile lower
B


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down; the second took to his heels, with his coat torn, and his
person otherwise disordered; and the fashionable Pup, to his great
horror, found himself seized in the formidable jaws of the unoffend-
ing but own angry dog. Imagine how much his terror was increased
when Job, carrying him, as I would a mouse, to the edge of the
precipitous bank, held him sheer over the roaring river. The poor
fellow could not swim, he had a perfect antipathy to the water, and
he felt himself at that moment on the point of being consigned to
certain death without a chance of safety. But he did not know the
noble heart of the animal he had offended. Job let him feel for a few
dreadful seconds the danger to which he had been so thoughtlessly
and in joke about to consign himself, and then placed him in safety
on the bank, with the admonition to reflect for the future on the
probable result of his diversions before he indulged in them, and to
consider whether, although amusing to himself, such games might
not be fatal to the animals on whom they were played off. The
shivering puppy was too much alarmed at the time to attend either
to the magnanimity of his antagonist or the wisdom of his advice,
but they were evidently not lost upon him. Many can bear
testimony to the change which that hour wrought in his character;
and some weeks after the event, Job received that statue of his little
adversary, which had so often struck me, executed by a native artist,
with a long letter in verse, a beautiful specimen of doggrel; indeed,
gifts both equally creditable to the sculptor and the writer, and
most honourable to the animal in whose favour they had been
executed.
My task will scarce be thought complete without a few words
concerning the personal appearance of my old friend; although,
perhaps, few things could be more difficult for me to describe. Dogs
and cats are apt to admire such very different forms of beauty, that
the former often call beautiful what we think just the reverse. He
was tall, strong, and rather stout, with a large bushy tail, which
waved with every emotion of his mind, for he rarely disguised his
feelings. His features were considered regular, though large, his


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eyes being particularly bright and full, and the upper part of his
head was broad and high.
But none who knew Job ever thought of his being handsome or
otherwise. You seemed to love him for something more than you
could see, something which had little to do with face, or body,
or tail, and yet appeared in them all, and shone clearly out of his
eyes; I mean the spirit of goodness, which made him so remark-
able, and was so much a part of Job, that I do believe a lock of his
hair worn near one's own heart would help to make it beat more
kindly to one's fellow creatures. This idea may be considered too
fanciful, too cat-like, but I believe it notwithstanding.
Such was the Dog whose autobiography I have great pleasure
in presenting to the world. Many may object to the unpolished
style in which his memoirs are clothed, but all who knew him will
easily pardon every want of elegance in his language; and those
who had not the honour of his acquaintance, will learn to appre-
ciate his character from the plain spirit of truth which breathes in
every line he wrote. I again affirm that I need make no apology
for attaching my name to that of one so worthy the esteem of his
co-dogs, ay, and co-cats too; for in spite of the differences which
have so often raised up a barrier between the members of his race
and ours, not even the noblest among us could be degraded by
raising a "mew" to the honour of such a thoroughly honest dog.

MINETTE GATTINA.
THE UPPEB MEws,
CANEvILL.C.








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I wAS not born in this city of Caneville, but was brought here at
so young an age, that I have no recollection of any other place. I
do not remember either my father or my mother. An old doggess,*
who was the only creature I can recal to mind when I was a pup,
took care of me. At least, she said she did. But from what I
recollect, I had to take most care of myself. It was from her I learnt
what I know about my parents. She has told me that my father
was a foreign dog of high rank, from a country many, many miles
away, called Newfoundland, and that my mother was a member of
the Mastiff family. But how I came to be under the care of herself,
and how it happened, if my parents were such superior animals, that
I should be forced to be so poor and dirty, I cannot tell. I have
sometimes ventured to ask her; but as she always replied with a
snarl or a bite, I soon got tired of putting any questions to her. I
do not think she was a very good temper; but I should not like to
say so positively, because I was still young when she died, and
perhaps the blows she gave me, and the bites she inflicted, were only
intended for my good; though I did not think so at the time.
As we were very poor, we were forced to live in a wretched
kennel in the dampest part of the town, among dogs no better off
than ourselves. The place we occupied overhung the water, and
one day when the old doggess was punishing me for something I
had done, the corner in which I was crouched being rotten, gave
way, and I fell plump into the river. I had never been in the water
before, and I was very frightened, for the stream was so rapid that
it carried me off and past the kennels I knew, in an instant. I
opened my mouth to call out for help; but as I was almost choked'
with the water that got into it, I shut it again, and made an effort
I have preferred adopting this word in speaking of female dogs, as it comes nearer to
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EARLY DAYS.


to reach the land. To my surprise I found that, by moving my paws
and legs, I not only got my head well above the water, but was able
to guide myself to the bank, on to which I at length dragged myself,
very tired and out of breath, but quite recovered from my fear. I
ran over the grass towards the town as fast as I could, stopping now
and then to shake my coat, which was not so wet, however, as you
would suppose; but before I had got half way home I met the
doggess, hopping along, with her tongue out of her mouth, panting
for breath, she having run all the way from the kennel, out of which
I had popped so suddenly, along the bank, with the hope of picking
me up somewhere. She knew, she said, that I should never be
drowned. But how she could know that was more than I could
then imagine.
When we met, after I had escaped so great a danger, I flew to
her paws, in the hope of getting a tender lick; but as soon as she
recovered breath, she caught hold of one of my ears with her teeth,
and bit it till I howled with pain, and then set off running with me
at a pace which I found it difficult to keep up with. I remember at
the time thinking it was not very kind of her; but I have since
reflected that perhaps she only did it to brighten me up and prevent
me taking cold.
This was my first adventure, and also my first acquaintance
with the water. From that day I often ventured into the river,
and in the end became so good a swimmer, that there were few dogs
in Caneville who could surpass me in strength and dexterity afloat.
Many moons came and passed away, and I was getting a big
dog. My appetite grew with my size, and as there was little to eat
at home, I was forced to wander through the streets to look after
stray bones; but I was not the only animal employed thus hunting
for a livelihood, and the bits scattered about the streets being very
few. and small, some of us, as may be imagined, got scanty dinners.
There was such quarrelling and fighting, also, for the possession of
every morsel, that if you were not willing to let go any piece you
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your back to force you to do so; and the poor weakly dog, whose
only hope of a meal lay in what he might pick up, ran a sad chance
of being starved.
One of the fiercest fights I have ever been engaged in occurred
upon one of these occasions. I had had no breakfast, and it was
already past the hour when the rich dogs of Caneville were used to
dine. Hungry and disconsolate, I was trotting slowly past a large
house, when a side-door opened, and a servant jerked a piece of meat
into the road. In the greatest joy I pounced upon the prize, but not
so quickly but that two ragged curs, who were no doubt as hungry
as myself, managed to rush to the spot in time to get hold of the
other end of it. Then came a struggle for the dainty; and those
who do not know how hard dogs will fight for their dinner, when
they have had no breakfast, should have been there to learn the
lesson. After giving and receiving many severe bites, the two dogs
walked off-perhaps they did not think the meat was worth the
trouble of contending for any longer-and I was left to enjoy my
meal in peace. I had scarcely, however, squatted down, with the
morsel between my paws, than a miserable little puppy, who seemed
as if he had had neither dinner nor breakfast for the last week, came
and sat himself at a little distance from me, and without saying a
word, brushed the pebbles about with his ragged tail, licked his
chops, and blinked his little eyes at me so hopefully, that, hungry
as I was, I could not begin my meat.. As I looked at him, I observed
two tears gather at the side of his nose, and grow bigger and bigger
until they would no longer stop there, but tumbled on to the ground.
I could bear it no longer. I do not know even now what ailed me;
but my own eyes grew so dim, that there seemed a mist before them
which prevented my seeing anything plainly. I started up, and
pushing to the poor whelp the piece of meat which had cost me three
new rents in my coat and a split ear, I trotted slowly away. I
stopped at the corner to see whether he appeared to enjoy it, and
partly to watch that no other dog should take it from him. The
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treat of a good meal; so I took my way homewards, with an empty
stomach but a full heart. I was so pleased to see that little fellow
enjoy his dinner so thoroughly.
This sort of life, wherein one was compelled either to fight for
every bit one could get to eat or go without food altogether, became
at last so tiresome to me that I set about for some other means of
providing for my wants. I could not understand how the old doggess
used to manage, but though she never had anything to give me, she
did not seem to be without food herself. She was getting so much
more cross and quarrelsome, perhaps on account of her age and
infirmities, that I now saw but little of her, as I often, on a fine
night, preferred curling myself up under a doorway or beneath a
tree, to returning to the kennel and listening to her feeble growls.
She never seemed to want me there, so I had less difficulty in keeping
away from her.
Chance assisted me in the choice of my new attempt at getting a
living. I was walking along one of the narrow streets of Caneville,
when I was stopped by an old dog, who was known to be very rich
and very miserly. He had lately invented a novel kind of match for
lighting pipes and cigars, which he called "a fire-fly," the composition
of which was so dangerous that it had already caused a good deal of
damage in the town from its exploding; and he wanted some active
young dogs to dispose of his wares to the passers-by according to the
custom of Caneville. As he expected a good deal of opposition from
the venders of a rival article, it was necessary to make choice of such
agents as would not be easily turned from their purpose for fear of
an odd bite or two. I suppose he thought I was well fitted for the
object he had in view. I was very poor-one good reason for his
employing me, as I would be contented with little; I was strong,
and should therefore be able to get through the work; I was willing,
and bore a reputation for honesty-all sufficient causes for old Fily
(that was his name) to stop me this fine morning and propose my
entering his service. Terms are easily arranged where both parties
are willing to come to an agreement. After being regaled with a


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mouldy bone, and dressed out in an old suit of clothes belonging to
my new master, which, in spite of a great hole in one of the knees, I
was not a little proud of, with a bundle of wares under my arm
and a box of the famous fire-flies" in my paw, I began my com-
mercial career.
But, alas! either the good dogs of Caneville were little disposed
to speculate that day, or I was very awkward in my occupation, but
no one seemed willing to make a trial of my "fire-flies." In vain I
used the most enticing words to set off my goods, even going so far
as to say that cigars lighted with these matches would have a very
much finer flavour, and could not possibly go out. This I said on
the authority of my employer, who assured me of the fact. It was
of no use; not a single "fire-fly" blazed in consequence, and I
began to fear that I was not destined to make my fortune as a
match-seller.
At length there came sweeping down the street a party which at
once attracted me, and I resolved to use my best efforts to dispose,
at least, of one of my boxes, if it were only to convince my master
that I had done my best. The principal animal of the group was a
lady doggess, beautifully dressed, with sufficient stuff in her gown to
cover a dozen ordinary dogs, a large muff to keep her paws from the
cold, and a very open bonnet with a garden-full of flowers round her
face, which, in spite of her rich clothes, I did not think a very pretty
one. A little behind her was another doggess, not quite so superbly
dressed, holding a puppy by the paw. It was very certain that they
were great animals, for two or three dogs they had just passed had
taken off their hats as they went by, and then put their noses
together as if they were saying something about them.
I drew near, and for the first time in my life was timid and
abashed. The fine clothes, no doubt, had something to do with
making me feel so, but-I was still very young. Taking courage, I
went on tiptoe to the great lady, and begged her to buy a box of
" fire-flies" of a poor dog who who had no other means of gaining
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pleasant smell-few matches have; but as they were shut up in the
box, the odour could not have been very sensible. However, when
I held up the article towards her ladyship, she put her paw to her
nose-as though to shut out the odour-uttered a low howl, and,
though big enough and strong enough to have sent me head over
heels with a single blow, seemed on the point of falling to the ground.
But at the instant, two male servants, whom I had not seen, ran to
her assistance, while I, who was the innocent cause of all this
commotion, stood like a silly dog that I was, with my box in the
air and my mouth wide open, wondering what it all meant. I was
not suffered to remain long in ignorance; for the two hounds in
livery, turning to me, so belaboured my poor back that I thought at
first my bones were broken; while the young puppy, who, it appears,
was her ladyship's youngest son, running behind me, while I was in
this condition, gave my tail such a pull as to cause me the greatest
pain. They then left me in the middle of the road, to reflect on my
ill success in trade, and gather up my stock as I best could.
I do not know what it was which made me so anxious to learn
the name and rank of the lady doggess who had been the cause of
my severe punishment, but I eagerly inquired of a kind mongrel,
who stopped to help me collect my scattered goods, if he knew any-
thing about her. He said, she was called Lady Bull; that her
husband, Sir John Bull, had made a large fortune somehow, and
that they lived in a splendid house, had about thirty puppies, little
and big, had plenty of servants, and spent a great deal of money.
He could hardly imagine, he said, that it was the odour of the
"fire-flies" which had occasioned me to be knocked down for
upsetting her ladyship, as she had been a butcher's daughter, and
was used to queer smells, unless her nose had perhaps got more
delicate with her change of position.
He said much more about her and her peculiarities than I either
remember or care to repeat; but, imagining he had some private
reasons for saying what he did, I thanked him for his trouble, and
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Whatever the cause of my failure, it seemed that I was not
fitted for the match-business. At all events, the experience of that
morning did not encourage me sufficiently to proceed. So, returning
the unsold fire-flies" to old Fily, I made him a present of the time
I had already spent in his service, and, with a thoughtful face and
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THE sun was just going down as I came in sight of the river and
the row of poor kennels which stood on the bank, many of them,
like our own, projecting half over the water. I could not help
wondering at the pretty effect they made at a distance, with the
blue river dancing gaily by their side, the large trees of the wood on
the opposite bank waving in beauty, and the brilliant sun changing
everything that his rays fell upon into gold. He made the poor
kennels look so splendid for the time, that no one would have
thought the animals who lived in them could ever be poor or un-
happy. But when the rich light was gone,-gone with the sun
which made it to some other land,--it seemed as if the whole place
was changed. The trees shivered as though a cold wind was
stirring them. The river ran dark and sullenly by the poor houses;
and the houses themselves looked more wretched, I thought, than
they had ever appeared before. Yet, somehow, they were more
homelike in their dismal state than when they had a golden roof
and purple sides, so, resuming my walk, for I had stopped to admire
the pretty picture, I soon came near the door.
It was open, as usual. But what was not usual, was to hear
other sounds from within than the voice of the old doggess, making
ceaseless moans. Now it seemed as if all the doggesses of the
neighbourhood had met in the poor hut to pass the evening, for
there was such confusion of tongues, and such a rustling sound, as






told me, before I peeped inside, that there was a large party got
together, and that tails were wagging at a fearful rate.
When I stood before the open door, all the scene broke upon me.
On her bed of straw, evidently at the point of death, lay my poor
doggess. Her eyes had almost lost their fierce expression, and were
becoming fixed and glassy-a slight tremor in her legs and move-
ment of her stumpy tail, were all that told she was yet living; not
even her breast was seen to heave.
I had not much reason to bear love to the old creature for any
kindness she had ever shown me, but this sight overcame me at
once. Springing to her side, and upsetting half a dozen of the
gossips by the movement, I laid my paw on hers; and, involun-
tarily raising my head in the air, I sent forth a howl which shook
the rotten timbers of the old kennel, and so frightened the assembled
party as to make them scamper out of the place like mad things.
The sound even called back the departing senses of the dying
doggess. She drew me to her with her paws, and made an effort to
lick pe. The action quite melted me. I put d6wn my head to
hers and felt a singular pleasure mixed with grief whilst I licked
and caressed her. I could not help thinking then, as I have often
thought since, of how much happiness we had lost by not being
more indulgent to each other's faults, forgiving and loving one
another. She also seemed to be of this opinion, if I might judge
by the grateful look and passive manner in which she received my
attentions. Perhaps the near approach of her end gave a softness
to her nature which was unusual to her; it is not unlikely; but, of
a certainty, I never felt before how much I was losing, as when I
saw that poor doggess's life thus ebbing away.
Night had come on while I sat watching by her side. Every-
thing about the single room had become more and more indistinct,
until all objects were alike blended in the darkness. I could no
longer distinguish the shape of my companion, and, but that I knew
she was there, I could have thought myself alone. The wind had
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do; and the noises which generally make themselves heard in the
streets of Caneville appeared to be singularly quieted. But once
only, at another period of my life, which I shall speak of in its
proper place, do I ever remember to have been so struck by the
silence, and to have felt myself so entirely alone.
The moon appeared to rise quicker that night, as though it pitied
the poor forlorn dog. It peeped over an opposite house, and directly
after, shone coldly but kindly through the open door. At least, its
light seemed to come like the visit of a friend, in spite of its showing
me what I feared, that I was indeed alone in the world. The poor
doggess had died in the darkness between the setting of the sun and
the moon's rise.
I was sure that she was dead, yet I howled no more. My grief
was very great; for it is a sad, sad thing when you are young to find
you are without friends; perhaps sadder when you are old; but
that, I fortunately do not myself know, for I am old, and have
many friends. I recollect putting my nose between my paws, and
lying ht full length on the floor, waiting till the bright sun should
come again, and thinking of my forlorn condition. I must have
slept and dreamed-yet I thought I was still in the old kennel with
the dead doggess by my side. But everything seemed to have found
a voice, and to be saying kind things to me.
The river, as it ran and shook the supports of the old kennel,
appeared to cry out in a rough but gay tone: Job, Job, my dog,
cheer up, cheer up; the world is before you, Job, cheer up, cheer
up." The light wind that was coming by that way stopped to speak
to me as it passed. It flew round the little room, and whispered as it
went: Poor dog, poor dog, you are very lonely; but the good need
not be so; the good may have friends, dear Job, however poor!"
The trees, as they waved their heads, sent kindly words across the
water, that made their way to my heart right through the chinks
Sof the old cabin; and when morning broke, and a bright sky smiled
beautifully upon the streets of Caneville, I woke up, sad indeed, but
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Some ragged curs arrived, and carried the old doggess away.
She was very heavy, and they were forced to use all their strength.
I saw her cast into the water, which she disliked so much alive;
I watched her floating form until the rapid current bore it into
the wood, and I stayed sitting on the brink of the river won-
dering where it would reach at last, and what sort of places must
lie beyond the trees. I had an idea in my own mind that the
sun rested there all night, only I could not imagine how it came
up again in the morning in quite an opposite quarter; but then
I was such a young and ignorant puppy!
After thinking about this and a good many other matters of
no importance to my story, I got upon my legs, and trotted gently
along the bank, towards a part of the city which I did not re-
member to have seen before. The houses were very few, but they
were large and handsome, and all had pretty gardens in nice order,
with flowers which smelt so sweet, that I thought the dogs who
could always enjoy such advantages must be very happy. But one
of the houses, larger than all the rest, very much struck me, for I
had never an idea of such a splendid place being in Caneville. It
was upon a little hill that stood at some distance from the river,
and the ground which sloped down from the house into the water,
was covered with such beautiful grass, that it made one long to
nibble and roll upon it.
While I was quietly looking at this charming scene, I was
startled by a loud noise of barking and howling higher up the
river, and a confused sound, as if a great many dogs were assem-
bled at one place, all calling out together. I ran at once in the
direction of the hubbub, partly out of curiosity and in part from
some other motive, perhaps the notion of being able to render some
help.
A little before me the river had a sudden bend, and the bank
rose high, which prevented me seeing the cause of the noise; but-
when I reached the top, the whole scene was before me. On 'my
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intently upon something in the water; and on the opposite bank
there was a complete stream of dogs, running down to the hill which
belonged to the beautiful house I had been admiring. Every dog,
as he ran, seemed to be trying to make as much noise as he could;
and those I spoke to were barking so loudly, .and jumping about in
such a way, that I could at first get no explanation of what was the
matter. At last I saw that the struggling object in the water was a
young puppy, which seemed very nicely dressed, and at the same
moment the mongrel, who had helped me to pick up my matches
the day before, came alongside of me, and said: "Ah, young firefly,
how are you ? Isn't this a game? That old Lady Bull who got
you such a drubbing yesterday, is in a pretty mess. Her thirty-
second pup has just tumbled into the water, and will certainly be
drowned. Isn't she making a fuss ? just look !"
One rapid glance showed me the grand lady he spoke of, howling
most fearfully on the other side of the stream, while two pups, about
the same size as the one in the water, and a stout dog, who looked
like thi papa, were sometimes catching hold of her and then running
about, not knowing what to do.
I stopped no longer. I threw off my over-coat, and running to
a higher part of the bank, leapt into.the water, the mongrel's voice
calling after me: "What are you going to do? Don't you know its
the son of the old doggess who had you beat so soundly ? Look at
your shoulder, where the hair has been all knocked off with the
blows ?" Without paying the least attention to these words, which
I could not help hearing they were called out so loudly, I used all
my strength to reach the poor little pup, who, tired with his efforts
to help himself, had already floated on to his back, while his tiny legs
and paws were moving feebly in the air. I reached him after a few
more efforts, and seizing Uhis clothes with my teeth, I got his head
above the water, and swam with my load slowly towards the bank.
As I got nearer, I could see Lady Bull, still superbly dressed,
but without her bonnet, throw up her paws and nose towards the
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pups by her side expressed their feelings in different ways; for one
stuffed his little fists into his eyes, and the other waved his cap in
the air, and broke forth into a succession of infantile bow-wows.
On reaching, the bank, I placed my load at the feet of his poor
mother, who threw herself by his side and hugged him .to her
breast, in a way which proved how much tenderness was under those
fine clothes and affected manners. The others stood around her
uttering low moans of sympathy, and I, seeing all so engaged and
taken up with the recovered dog, quietly, and, as I thought, unseen
by all, slid back into the water, and permitted myself to be carried
by the current down the river, I crawled out at some-short distance
from the spot where this scene had taken place, and threw myself
on to the grass, in order to rest from my fatigue and allow the warm
sun to dry my saturated clothes, What I felt I can scarce describe,
although I remember so distinctly everything connected with that
morning. My principal sensation was that of savage joy, to think
I had saved the son of the doggess who had caused me such unkind
treatment. I was cruel enough, I am sorry to say, to figure to
myself her pain at receiving such a favour from me-but that idea
soon passed away, on reflecting that perhaps she would not even
know to whom she owed her son's escape from death.
In the midst of my ruminations, a light step behind me caused
me to raise my head. I was positively startled at the beautiful
object which I beheld. It was a lady puppy about my own age,
but so small in size, and with iuch an innocent sweet look, that she
seemed much younger. Her dress was of the richest kind, and
her bonnet, which had fallen back from her head, showed her glossy
dark hair and drooping ears that hung gracefully beside her cheeks.
Poorly as I was dressed, and wet as I still was from my bath, she
sat herself beside me, and putting her little soft paw upon my
shoulder, said, with a smile-
A Ah, Job !-for I know that's your name--did, you think you
could get off so quietly without any one seeing you, or stopping
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noble dog as you are ? Did you think there was not one sharp
eye in Caneville to watch the saver, but that all were fixed upon the
saved? That every tongue was so engaged in sympathizing with
the mother, that not one was left to praise the brave? If you
thought this, dear Job, you did me and others wrong, great wrong.
There are some dogs, at least, who may forget an injury, but who
never forget noble action, and I have too great a love for my spe-
cies to let you think so. I shall see you again, dear Job, though I
must leave you now. I should be blamed if it were known that I
came here to talk to you as I have done; but I could not help it, I
could not let you believe that a noble heart was not understood in
Caneville, Adieu. Do not forget the name of Fida."
She stooped down, and for a moment her silky hair waved
on my rough cheek, while her soft tongue gently licked my face.
Before I could open my mouth in reply--before, indeed, I had reco-
vered from my surprise, and the admiration which this beautiful
creature caused me, she was gone. I sprang on to my legs to
observe which way she went, but not a trace of her could I see, and
I thought it would not be proper to follow her. When I felt certain
of being alone, I could hardly restrain my feelings. I threw my-
self on my back, I rolled upon the grass, I turned head over heels in
the boisterousness of my spirit, and then gambolled round and round
like a mad thing.
Did I believe all the flattering praises which the lovely Fida had
bestowed on me ? I might perhaps have done so then, and in my
inexperience might have fancied that I was quite a hero. Time has
taught me another lesson. It has impressed upon me the truth,
that when we do our duty we do only what should be expected of
every dog; only what every dog ought to do. Of the two, Fida had
done the nobler action. She had shown not only a promptness to
feel what she considered good, but she had had the courage to say so
in private to the doer, although he was of the poorest and she of the
richest class of Caneville society. In saving the little pup's life, I
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bring him safely to the shore. If I had not tried to save the poor
little fellow I should have been in part gl!ty of his death. But
she, in bestowing secret praise and encouragement upon a poor dog
who had no friends to admire her for so doing, while her action
would perhaps bring blame upon her from her proud friends, did
that which was truly good and noble.
The thought of returning to my solitary home after the sad scene
of the night before, and particularly after the new feelingsjust excited,
was not a pleasant one. The bright sky and fresh air seemed to suit
me better than black walls and the smell of damp straw. Resolving
in my mind, however, to leave it as soon as possible, I re-crossed the
river, and, with a slower step than usual, took the road which led
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I snorLD not probably have spoken of these last incidents in my
life, as the relation of them savours rather too much of vanity, but
for certain results of the highest importance to my future fortunes.
When I reached the old kennel I found, waiting my return, two
terrier dogs in livery, with bulls' heads grinning from such a quantity
of buttons upon their lace coats that it was quite startling. They
brought a polite message from Sir John and Lady Bull, begging me
to call upon them without delay. As the servants had orders to
show me the road, we set off at once.
I was very silent on the journey, for my companions were so
splendidly dressed that I could not help thinking they must be very
superior dogs indeed; and I was rather surprised, when they spoke
to each other, to find that they talked just like any other animals,
and a good deal more commonly than many that I knew. But such
is the effect of fine clothes upon those who know no better.
We soon reached the grounds of the mansion, having crossed the
river in a boat that was waiting for us; and after passing through a
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garden more beautiful than my poor dog's brain had ever imagined,
we at last stood before tpe house itself. I need not describe to you,
who know the place so well, the vastness of the building or the
splendour of its appearance. What struck me more even than the
palace, was the number of the servants and the richness of their
clothes. Each of them seemed fine enough to be the master of the
place, and appeared really to think so, if I could judge by the way
they strutted about and the look they gave at my poor apparel. I
was much abashed at first to find myself in such a company and
make so miserable a figure; but I was consoled with the thought
that not one of them that morning had ventured, in spite of his
eating his master's meat and living in his master's house, to plunge
into the water to save his master's son. Silly dog that I was I it did
not enter my head at the same time to inquire whether any of them
had learnt to swim.
If the outside of the mansion had surprised me by its beauty, the
interior appeared of course much more extraordinary to my ignorant
mind. Every thing I was unused to looked funny or wonderful;
and if I had not been restrained by the presence of such great dogs,
I should have sometimes laughed outright, and at others broken
forth into expressions of surprise.
The stout Sir John Bull was standing in the middle of the room
when I entered it, while the stouter Lady Bull was lying on a kind
of sofa, that seemed quite to sink beneath her weight. I found out
afterwards that it was the softness of the sofa which made it appear
so; for sitting on it myself, at my Lady's request, I jumped up in
the greatest alarm, on finding the heaviest part of my body sink
lower and lower down, and my tail come flapping into my face.
Sir John and Lady Bull now thanked me verywarmly for what
I had done, and said a great many things which it is not worth
while to repeat. I remember they were very pleasing to me then,
but I am sure cannot be interesting to you now. After their thanks,
Sir John began to talk to me about myself-about my parents-my
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his great surprise he learnt that parents I'had none; that my only
wishes were the desire to do some good for myself and others, and
earn my meat; that I had no notion what I intended doing, and had
no means whatever to do anything with. It may be believed that I
willingly accepted his offer to watch over a portion of his grounds, to
save them from the depredations of thieves, on condition of my
receiving good clothes, plenty of food, and a comfortable house to
live in. It was now my turn to be thankful. But although my
heart was full at this piece of good fortune, and I could think of a
great many things to say to show my gratitude, not a single word
could I find to express it in, but stood before them like a dumb dog,
with only the wave of my tail to explain my thanks. They seemed,
however, to understand it, and I was at once ordered a complete suit
of clothes and everything fitted for my new position. I was also
supplied with the most abundant supper I had ever had in my life,
and went to rest upon the most delightful bed;so that before I
went to sleep, and I do believe afterwards too,I kept saying to
myself, Job, Job, you have surely got some other dog's place; all
this good luck can't be meant for you; what have you done, Job,
that you should eat such meat, and sleep on ,o soft a bed, and be
spoken to so kindly ? Don't forget yourself, Job; there must be
some mistake." But when I got up in the morning, and found a
breakfast for me as nice as the supper, and looked at my clothes,
which, if not so smart as some of the others, were better and finer
than any I could ever have thought I should have worn, I was at
last convinced, that although I was poor Job, and although I did
not, perhaps, deserve all the happiness I felt, that it was not a dream,
but real, plain truth. As it is so," I said again, I must do my
duty as well as I am able, for that is the only way a poor dog like
me can show his gratitude."
After breakfast, I accompanied Sir John to the place of my future
home. A quarter of an hour's walk brought us to a gentle hill,
which, similar to the one whereon the mansion itself was situated,
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sentinels, stood near the top, and behind them waved the branches
of scores more, while beyond for many a mile spread the dark mass
of the thick forest of which I have more than once made mention.
Nearly at the foot of the hill, beneath a spreading oak, was a cottage,
a very picture of peace and neatness; and as we paused, Sir John
pointed out the peculiarities of the position and explained my duties.
It appeared that this part of his grounds was noted for a delicate
kind of bird, much esteemed by himself and his family, and which
was induced to flock there by regular feeding and the quiet of the
situation. This fact was, however, perfectly well known to others
besides Sir John; and as these others were just as fond of the birds
as himself, they were accustomed to pay nightly visits to the forbidden
ground, and carry off many of the plumpest fowl. The wood was
known to shelter many a wandering fox, who, although dwelling so
near the city, could not be prevailed on to abandon their roguish
habits and live in a civilised manner. These birds were particularly
to their taste, and it required the greatest agility to keep off the
cunning invaders, for, though they had no great courage, and would
not attempt to resist a bold dog, they frequently succeeded in eluding
all vigilance and getting off with their booty. Often, too, a stray
cur, sometimes two or three together, from the lowest classes of the
population, would, when moved by hunger, make a descent on the
preserves, and battles of a fierce character not seldom occurred, for,
unlike the foxes, they were never unwilling to fight, but showed the
utmost ferocity when attacked, and were often the aggressors. But
these were not all. The grounds were exactly opposite that part of
the city of Caneville known as the Mews," and occupied by the
cat population, who have a general affection for most birds, and held
these preserved ones in particular esteem. Fortunately, the water
that interposed was a formidable barrier for the feline visitors, as
few pussies like to wet their feet; but, by some means or other, they
frequently found their way across, and by their dexterity, swiftness,
and the quiet of their movements, committed terrible ravages among
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down the hill to the small house under the tree. It had two rooms,
with a kennel at the back. The front room was the parlour, and I
thought few places could have been so neat and pretty. The back
was the sleeping-room, and the windows of both looked out upon the
soft grass and trees, and showed a fine view of the river.
"This," said Sir John, "is your house, and I hope you will be
happy in it yourself, and be of service to me. You will not be alone,
for there "-pointing to the kennel at the back-" sleeps an old
servant of the family, who will assist you in your duties."
He then called out Nip," when a rumbling noise was heard
from the kennel, and directly after a lame hound came hopping
round to the door. The sight of this old fellow was not pleasant at
first, for his hair was a grizzly brown and his head partly bald; his
eyes were sunk, and, indeed, almost hidden beneath his bushy brows,
and his cheeks hung down below his mouth and shook with every
step he took. I soon found out that he was as singular in his
manners as in his looks, and had such a dislike to talking that it
was a rare thing for him to say more than two or three words at one
time. Sir John told him who I was, and desired him to obey my
orders; commanded us both to be good friends and not quarrel, as
strange dogs were rather apt to do; and after some more advice left
us to ourselves, I in a perfect dream of wonderment, and "Nip"
sitting winking at me in a way that I thought more funny than
agreeable.
After we had sat looking at one another for some time, I said,
just to break the silence, which was becoming tiresome-
"A pretty place this !"
Nip winked.
"Have you been here long ?" I asked.
Thilk so," said Nip.
All alone ?" I inquired.
"Almost," Nip replied.
Much work to do, eh ?" I asked.
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and then the other, and making his cheeks rise and fall in a way so
droll that I could not help laughing, at which Nip seemed to take
offence, for without waiting for any farther questions he hopped
out of the room, and I saw him, soon after, crawling softly up the
hill, as if on the look out for some of the thieves Sir John had
spoken of.
I, too, went off upon the watch. I took my way along the bank,
I glided among the bushes, ran after a young fox whose sharp nose
I spied pointed up a tree, but without catching him, and finally
returned to my new home by the opposite direction. Nip came in
shortly after, and we sat down to our dinner.
Although this portion of my life was, perhaps, the happiest I
have ever known, it has few events worth relating. The stormy
scenes which are so painful to the dog who suffers them, are those
which are most interesting to the hearer; while the quiet days, that
glide peacefully away, are so like each other, that an account of one
of them is a description of many. A few hours can be so full of
action, as to require volumes to describe them properly, and the
history of whole years can be written on a single page.
I tried, as I became fixed in my new position, to do what I had
resolved when I entered it; namely, my duty. I think I succeeded;
I certainly obtained my master's praise, and sometimes my own; for
I had a habit of talking to myself, as Nip so rarely opened his mouth,
and would praise or blame myself just as I thought I deserved it. I
am afraid I was not always just, but too often said, "Well done,
Job; that's right, Job;" when I ought to have called out, You're
wrong, Job; you ought to feel, Job, that you're wrong;" but it is
not so easy a thing to be just, even to ourselves.
One good lesson I learned in that little .cottage, which has been
of use to me all my life through; and that was, to be very careful
about judging dogs by their looks. There was old Nip: when I first
saw him, I thought I had never beheld such an ugly fellow in my
life, and could not imagine how anything good was to be expected
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be more beautiful, more loveable than dear old Nip, when you came
to know him well. All the misfortunes he had suffered, all the knocks
he had received in passing through the world, seemed to have made
his heart more tender; and he was so entirely good-natured, that in
all the time we were together, I never heard him say an unkind
thing of living or dead animal. I believe his very silence was caused
by the goodness of his disposition; for as he could not help seeing
many things he did not like, but could not alter, he preferred holding
his tongue to saying what could not be agreeable. Dear, dear Nip!
if ever it should be resolved to erect a statue of goodness in the
public place of Caneville, they ought to take you for a model; you
would not be so pleasant to look on as many finer dogs, but when
once known, your image would be loved, dear Nip, as I learned to
love the rugged original.
It can be of no interest to you to hear the many fights we had in
protecting the property of our master during the first few moons
after my arrival. Almost every night we were put in danger of our
lives, for the curs came in such large numbers that there was a
chance of our being pulled to pieces in the struggle. Yet we kept
steady watch; and after a time, finding, I suppose, that we were
never sleeping at our post, and that our courage rose with every
fresh attack, the thieves gradually gave up open war, and only
sought to entrap the birds by artifice; and, like the foxes and cats,
came sneaking into the grounds, and trusted to the swiftness of
their legs rather than the sharpness of their teeth when Nip or I
caught sight of them.
And thus a long, long time passed away. I had, meanwhile,
grown to my full size, and was very strong and active: not so stout
as I have got in these later years, when my toes sometimes ache
with the weight which rests on them, but robust and agile, and as
comely, I believe, as most dogs of my age and descent.
The uniformity of my life, which I have spoken of as making me
so happy, was interrupted only by incidents that did not certainly
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longer little Fida, for she had grown to be a beautiful lady-dog. Our
second meeting was by chance, but we talked like old friends, so
much had our first done to remove all strangeness. I don't think
the next time we saw each other was quite by accident. If I
remember rightly, it was not; and we often met afterwards. We
agreed that we should do all we could to assist one another, though
what I could do for so rich and clever a lady-dog I could not imagine,
although I made the promise very willingly. On her part, she did
for me what I can never sufficiently repay. She taught me to read,
lending me books containing strange stories of far-off countries, and
beautiful poetry, written by some deep dogs of the city; she taught
me to write; and in order to exercise me, made me compose letters
to herself, which Nip carried to her, bringing me back such answers as
would astonish you; for when you thought you had got to the end,
they began all over again in another direction. Besides these, she
taught me to speak and act properly, in the way that well-behaved
dogs ought to do; for I had been used to the company of such low
and poor animals, that it was not surprising if I should make sad
blunders in speech and manners. I need not say that she taught
me to love herself, for that you will guess I had done from the first
day I saw her, when I was wet from my jump in the river, and she
spoke to me such flattering words, No; she could not teach me
more love for herself than I already knew. That lesson had been
learnt by heart, and at a single sitting.
Our peaceful days were drawing to a close. Sir John died. Lady
Bull lived on for a short time longer. Many said, when she followed,
that she ate herself to death; but I mention the rumour in order to
deny it, for I am sure it was grief that killed her. It is a pity some
dogs will repeat everything they hear, without considering the mis-
chief such tittle-tattle may occasion-although it has been asserted
by many that in this case the false intelligence came from the Cats,
who had no great affection for poor Lady Bull. Whatever the cause,
she died, and with her the employment of poor Nip and myself.
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preserves to a stranger; and as the new proprietor intended killing
off the birds, and did not require keepers, there being no longer
anything for them to do, we were turned upon the world.
The news came upon us so suddenly, that we were quite unpre-
pared for it; and we were, besides, so far from being rich, that it
was a rather serious matter to find out how we should live until we
could get some other occupation. I was not troubled for myself;
for, though I had been used to good feeding lately, I did not forget
the time when I was often forced to go the whole day with scarce a
bit to eat; but the thought of how poor old Nip would manage gave
me some pain.
Having bid adieu to the peaceful cottage, where we had spent
such happy times, we left the green fields and pleasant trees and
proceeded to the town, where, after some difficulty, we found a
humble little house which suited our change of fortune. Here we
began seriously to muse over what we should do. I proposed
making a.ferry-boat of my back, and, stationing myself at the water-
side near the "Mews," swim across the river with such cats as
required to go over and did not like to walk as far as where the boat
was accustomed to be. By these means I calculated on making
enough money to keep us both comfortably. Nip thought not. He
said that the cats would not trust me-few cats ever did trust the
S dogs-and then, though he did not dislike cats, not at all, for he
knew a great many very sensible cats, and very good ones too, he
did not like the idea of seeing his friend walked over by cats or
dogs, or any other animal, stranger or domestic. Besides, there
were other objections. Strong as I was, I could not expect, if I
made a boat of myself, that I could go on and on without wanting
repair any more than a real boat; but where was the carpenter to
put me to rights, or take out my rotten timbers and put in fresh
ones. No; that would not do; we must think of something else.
It must not-be imagined that Nip made all this long speech in
one breath, or in a dozen breaths. It took him a whole morning to
explain himself even as clearly as I have tried to do; and perhaps I
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may still have written what he did not quite intend, for his words
came out with a jump, one or two at a time, and often so suddenly
that it would have startled a dog who was not used to his manner.
Nip himself made the next proposal, and though I did not
exactly like it, there seemed so little choice, that I at once agreed to
do my part in the scheme. Nip was the son of a butcher, and
though he had followed the trade but a short time himself, he was
a very good judge of meat. He, therefore, explained that if I would
undertake to become the seller, he would purchase and prepare the
meat, and he thought he could make it look nice enough to induce
the dogs to come and buy.
Our stock of money being very small, a house-shop was out of
the question, so there was no chance of getting customers from the
better class,-a thing which I regretted, as I had little taste for the
society of the vulgar; but, again, as it could not be helped, the
only thing to do was to make the best of it. A wheelbarrow was
therefore bought by Nip, with what else was necessary to make me
a complete "walking butcher," and having got in a stock of meat
the day before, Nip cut, and contrived, and shaped, and skewered,
in so quiet and business-like a way as proved he knew perfectly well
what he was about. With early morning, after Nip had arranged
my dress with the same care as he had bestowed upon the barrow
and its contents, I wheeled my shop into the street, and amid a
great many winks of satisfaction from my dear old friend, I went
trudging along, bringing many a doggess to the windows of the
little houses by my loud cry of "Me-eet I Fresh me-eet I"
As I was strange in my new business, and did not feel quite at
my ease, I fancied every dog I met, and every eye that peeped from
door and casement, stared at me in a particular manner, as if they
knew I was playing my part for the first time, and were watching
to see how I did it. The looks that were cast at my meat, were all,
I thought, intended for me, and when a little puppy leered sus-
piciously at the barrow as he was crossing the road, no doubt to see
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thinking of the strange figure I made, and my awkward attempt at
getting a living. Feelings like these no doubt alarm every new
beginner; but time and habit, if they do not reconcile us to our lot,
will make it at least easier to perform, and thus, after some two
hours' journeying through the narrow lanes of Caneville, I did what
my business required of me with more assurance than when I first
set out.
One thing, however, was very distasteful to me, and I could so
little bear to see it, that I even spoke of it aloud, and ran the risk
of offending some of my customers. I mean the way in which
several of the dogs devoured the meat after they had bought it.
You will think that when they had purchased their food and paid
for it, they had a right to eat it as they pleased: I confess it;
nothing can be more true; but still, my ideas had changed so of
late, that it annoyed me very much to see many of these curs, living
as they did in the most civilized city in this part of the world,
gnawing their meat as they held it on the ground with their paws,
and growling if any one came near as though there was no such
thing as a police in Caneville. I forgot when I was scolding these
poor dogs, that perhaps they had never been taught better, and
deserved pity rather than blame. I forgot too that I had myself
behaved as they did before I had been blessed with happier fortune,
and that, even then, if I had looked into my own conduct, I should
have found many things more worthy of censure than these poor
curs' mode of devouring their food.
The lane I was passing along was cut across by a broad and open
street, the favourite promenade of the fashionables of Caneville.
There might be seen about mid-day, when the sun was shining,
troops of well-dressed dogs and a few superior cats, some attended
by servants, others walking alone, and many in groups of two or
three, the male dogs smoking cigars, the ladies busily talking, while
they looked at and admired one another's pretty dresses and
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my new work, and could imagine that when the passers-by cast
their eyes on my barrow, their glances had more to do with the
meat than with myself. But I did not like the idea of crossing the
road where such grand dogs were showing off their finery. After a
little inward conversation with myself, which finished with my
muttering between my teeth, Job, brother Job, I am ashamed of
you I where is your courage, brother Job ? Go on; go on;" I went
on without further delay.
I had got half-way across, and was already beginning to praise
myself for the ease with which I turned my barrow in and out of
the crowd without running over the toes of any of the puppies, who
were far too much engaged to look after them themselves, when a
dirty little cur stopped me to buy a penn'orth of meat. I set down
my load just in time to avoid upsetting a very fat and splendidly
dressed doggess, who must, if I had run the wheel into her back,
and it was very near it, have gone head foremost into the barrow.
This little incident made me very hot, and I did not get cooler when
my customer squatted down in the midst of the well-dressed crowd,
and began tearing his meat in the way I have before described as
being so unpleasant. At the same moment another dog by his side,
with a very ragged coat, and queer little face, held up his paw to
ask for "a little bit," as he was very hungry, "only a little bit." I
should, probably, have given him a morsel, as I remembered the
time when I wanted it as much as he seemed to do, but for an
unexpected meeting. Turning my head at a rustling just behind
me, I saw a well-dressed dog, with a hat of the last fashion placed
so nicely on his head that it seemed to be resting on the bridge of
his nose, the smoke from a cigar issuing gracefully from his mouth,
and his head kept in an upright posture by a very stiff collar which
ran round the back of his neck, and entirely prevented his turning
round his head without a great deal of care and deliberation, while
a tuft of hair curled nicely from beneath his chin, and gave a fine
finish to the whole dog. But though I have spoken of this Caneville
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most attracted my attention. Tripping beside him, with her soft
paw beneath his, was a lady-dog, whose very dress told her name, at
least in my eyes, before I saw her face. I felt sure that it was Fida,
and I wished myself anywhere rather than in front of that barrow
with an ill-bred cur at my feet gnawing the penn'orth of meat he
had just bought of me. Before I had time to catch up my load and
depart, a touch on my shoulder, so gentle that it would not have
hurt a fly, and yet which made me tremble more than if it had been
the grip of a giant animal, forced me again to turn. It was Fida;
as beautiful and as fresh as ever, who gave me a sweet smile of
recognition and encouragement as she passed with her companion,
and left me standing there as stupid and uncomfortable as if I had
been caught doing something wrong.
You will say that it was very ridiculous in me to feel so ashamed
and disconcerted at being seen by her or any other dog or doggess
in my common dress, and following an honest occupation. I do not
deny it. And in telling you these things I have no wish to spare
myself, I have no excuse to offer, but only to relate events and
describe feelings precisely as they were.




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THAT evening it seemed as if Nip and I had changed characters.
It was he who did all the talking, while I sat in a corner, full
of thought, and answered yes or no to everything he said, and
sometimes in the wrong place, I am sure; for once or twice he
looked at me very attentively, and winked in a way which proved
that he was puzzled by my manner.
The reason of his talkativeness was the success I had attained in
my first morning's walk, for I had sold nearly all the meat, and
brought home a pocket full of small money. The cause of my
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felt at having been seen by her in such a position. This was the
first time I had set eyes on her for several days. When we left our
pretty country lodging, I wrote her a letter, which Nip carried as
usual to her house, but he was told that she had gone on a visit to
some friends at a distance, but that the letter should be given to her
on her return. I had not, therefore, been able to inform her of
what we had been compelled to do, as I would have wished; but
thus, without preparation, quite unexpectedly, I had been met by
her in the public street, acting the poor dogs' butcher, with the
implements of my business before me, and a dirty cur growling and
gnawing his dinner at my feet. What made the matter more
serious, for serious it seemed to me, though I can but smile now
to think why such a thing should have made me uncomfortable,
was, that the whole scene had taken place in so open a part,
with so many grand and gay dogs all round, to be witnesses ot
my confusion. I did not reflect that, of all the puppies who were
strutting past, there was probably not one who could have remem-
bered so common an event as the passing of a butcher's barrow;
and if they looked at me at all, it was, doubtless, for no other reason
than to avoid running against my greasy coat and spoiling their fine
clothes. These confessions will prove to you that I was very far
from being a wise dog or even a sensible one; all the books I had
read had, as yet, served no other purpose than that of feeding my
vanity and making me believe I was a very superior animal; and
you may learn from this incident, that those who wish to make
a proper figure in the world, and play the part they are called on to
perform in a decent manner, must study their lesson in the world
itself, by mingling with their fellows, for books alone can no more
teach such knowledge than it can teach a dog to swim without his
going into the water.
Nip and I had our dinner; and when it was over, my old
friend went out to procure a supply of meat for the next day's
business. I sat at the window with my nose resting on the ledge,
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sky, as if to attend a great meeting overhead; at another moment,
looking at the curs in the streets, who were playing all sorts of
games, which generally turned into a fight, and often staring at the
house opposite without seeing a single stone in the wall, but in their
place, Fidas, and puppies with stiff collars, and barrows with piles
of meat, ready cut and skewered. I was awoke from this day-dream
by the voice of an old, but very clean doggess, inquiring if my
name was Mr. Job ? I answered that I was so called, when she
drew from her pocket and gave me a pink-coloured note, which smelt
like a nice garden, and even brought one to my view as plainly as
if it had suddenly danced before me, and saying there was no reply,
returned by the way she had come.
I did not require to be told by whom it was sent. I knew the
writing too well. The neat folding, the small but clean address
assured me that a lady's paw had done it all, and every word of the
direction-



MASTER JOB,

In the Little Dogs' Street,

F. LOWER CANEVILLE.



spoke to me of Fida, and did not even need the F. in the corner to
convince me of the fact. With her permission, I here give you the
contents:

"MY DEAR JOB,
"I am sorry I was away from home when your letter
arrived, and would have told you I was going, but that I thought
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tail jammed in a door, and was forced to leave home in order to visit
a famous doctor, who lives at some distance. He fortunately cured
me after a few days' illness, and the tail wags now as freely as ever,
although it was very annoying, as well as ridiculous, to see me
walking up and down the room with that wounded member so
wrapped up that it was as thick as my whole body, and was quite a
load to drag about.
"But, dear Job, I do not write this to talk about myself, though
I am forced to give you this explanation of my silence: what I
wish is to say something about you. And to begin, as you have
always been a good, kind dog, and listened to me patiently when
I have praised, you must now be just as kind and good, and even
more patient, because I am going to scold.
Dear Job, when I met you this morning in your new dress and
occupation, I had not then read your letter. I had but just returned,
and was taking a walk with my brother, who had arrived from
abroad during my absence. I knew you at once, in spite of your
change of costume, and though I did not particularly like the busi-
ness you had chosen, I felt certain you had good reasons for having
selected it. But when I looked in your face, instead of the smile
of welcome which I expected from you, I could read nothing but
shame, confusion, and annoyance. Why ? dear Job, why? If
you were ashamed of your occupation, why had you chosen it ?
I suppose when you took it up, you resolved to do your duty
in it properly; then why feel shame because your friend sees you,
as you must have thought she would one day see you, since the
nature of your new business carries you into different parts of the
city ?
But, dear Job, I feel certain, and I would like you to be equally
sure, that there is no need of shame in following any business which
is honest, and which can be carried on without doing injury to others.
It is not the business, believe me, dear Job, which lowers a dog; he
himself is alone capable of lowering himself, and one dog may be
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streets, while another may be a miserable, mean animal, though
living in a palace and never soiling his paws.
I have a great deal more to say, my dear Job, upon this subject,
but I must leave the rest till I see you. I have already crossed and
recrossed my note, and may be most difficult to understand where I
most want to be clear. Here is a nice open space, however, in the
corner, which I seize on with pleasure to write myself most dis-
tinctly,
Your friend,
FIDA."

A variety of feelings passed through my mind as I read these
lines. But they were all lost in my wonder at Fida's cleverness in
being able to read my face, as if it had been a book. I was grateful
to her for the good advice she gave me, and now felt ashamed for
having been ashamed before. The best way I thought to prove my
thankfulness would be to act openly and naturally as Fida had
pointed out, for I could not help confessing, as my eyes looked again
and again over her note, that she was quite right, and that I had
acted like a very silly animal.
I was interrupted during my reflections' by the bursting of rain
upon the house-roofs, and the stream which rose from the streets as
the large drops came faster and faster down. I went to the door to
look for my old friend, but not a dog was to be seen. I was surprised
at the sight of the sky where I had observed the clouds rising a
little while before, for now those same clouds looked like big rocks
piled one above another, with patches of light shining through
great caverns.
As I stared eagerly down the street, torrents of water poured
from above, which, instead of diminishing, seemed to be growing
more terrible every moment. I had never seen so fearful a storm.
It did not appear like mere rain which was falling; the water came
down in broad sheets, and changed the road into a river. I got
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knew he was not strong. My hope was that he had taken shelter
somewhere; but I could not rest, for I was sure he would try and
get home, if only to quiet me. While running in and out in my
anxiety-the water having meanwhile risen above the sill of the
door, and poured into our little house, where it was already above
my paws-I spied a dark figure crawling along the street, and with
great difficulty making way against the beating of the storm. I at
once rushed out, and swimming rather than running towards the
object, I found my poor friend almost spent with fatigue, and
scarcely able to move, having a heavy load to carry besides his own
old limbs, which were not fit to battle with such a tempest. I caught
up his package; and assisting him as well as I was able, we at length
got to our cottage, though we were forced to get upon the bench
that stood by the wall to keep our legs out of the water. The rain
had now become a perfect deluge. A stream of water went hissing
down the street, and rushed in and out of the houses as if they had
been baths.
When Nip recovered breath, he told me that terrible things were
happening in the parts of the city by the waterside. The river had
swollen so much, that some kennels had been carried away by the
current, and it was impossible to learn how many poor dogs had been
drowned. This news made me jump again from the bench where I
had been sitting.
"What is it ?" said Nip.
"I am going out, Nip," replied I. "I must not be idle here,
when I can, perhaps, be of use somewhere else."
"That is true," said Nip; "but, Job, strong as you are, the
storm is stronger."
Yes, Nip," answered I; "but there are dogs weaker than
myself who may require such assistance as I can give them, and it
is not a time for a dog to sit with his tail curled round him, when
there are fellow-creatures who may want a helping paw. So good-bye,
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your strength let you, it is now for me to do mine." Without waiting
for a reply, I rushed out at the door.
It did not need much exertion to get through our street or the
next, or the next after that, for as they all sloped downwards, the
water more than once took me off my legs, and carried me along.
Sad as Nip's news had been, L was not prepared for the terrible scene
which met my eyes when I got near the river. The houses at the
lower part of the street I had reached had been swept away by the
torrent, and a crowd of shivering dogs stood looking at the groaning
river as it rolled past in great waves as white as milk, in which black
objects, either portions of some kennel or articles of furniture, were
floating. Every now and then, a howl would break from a doggess
in the crowd, as a dead body was seen tossed about by the angry
water; and the same dolorous cries might be heard from different
quarters, mixed up with the roar of the river.
While standing with a group of three or four, staring with
astonishment at the frightful scene, uncertain what to do, a howl
was heard from another direction, so piercing that it made many of
us run to learn the cause. The pale light showed us that the torrent
had snapped the supports of a house at some distance from the river's
bank, but which the swollen stream had now reached, and carried
away at least half the building. By some curious chance, the broken
timbers had become fixed for the moment in the boiling water, which,
angry at the obstruction, was rushing round or flying completely
over them; and it was easy to see that in a very short time the mass
would be swept away. Upon the timbers thus exposed were three
little pups scarce two months old, yelping most dismally as they
crouched together, or crawled to the edge of their raft; while on the
floor of the ruin from which this side had been torn away, was
their poor mother, whose fearful howl had attracted us thither, and
who was running from side to side of the shattered hut as if she
was frantic.
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mother should see her little ones swallowed up by the stormy water,
before her very eyes, without a single attempt being made to save
them. Although I could scarcely hope even to reach them in safety,
and in no case could bring more than one of them to land at once, if
I even got so far, I resolved to make the trial. Better save one, I
thought, than let all die.
Holding my breath, I launched into the current in the direction
of the raft, and soon found that I had not been wrong in calculating
the difficulties and dangers of the undertaking. It was not the water
alone which made the peril so great, though the eddies seemed at
every moment to be pulling me to the bottom, but there were so
many things rushing along with the stream as to threaten to crush
me as they flew by; and had they struck me, there is no doubt there
would have been an end of my adventures. Avoiding them all,
though I know not how, I was getting near the spot where the little
pups were crying for their mother, when I felt myself caught in an
eddy and dragged beneath the water. Without losing courage, but
not allowing myself to breathe, I made a strong effort, and at last
got my head above the surface again; but where was the raft ?
Where were the helpless puppies ? All had gone-not a trace was
left to tell where they had been-the river foamed over the spot that
had held them for a time, and was now rushing along as if boasting
of its strength.
Seeing my intentions thus defeated, I turned my head towards
the shore, resolving to swim to land. To my surprise, I found that
I made no progress. I put out all my strength-I fought with the
water-I threw myself forward-it was in vain-I could not move
a paw's breadth against the current. I turned to another point-I
again used every exertion-all was useless--I felt my tired limbs
sink under me-I felt the stream sweeping me away-my head
turned round in the agony of that moment, and I moaned aloud.
My strength was now gone-I could scarce move a paw to keep
my head down the river. A dark object came near near-it was a
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Seizing it as well as my weakness would permit me, I laid my paws
over the floating wood, and, dragging my body a little more out of
the water, got some rest from my terrible labours.
Where was I hurrying to ? I knew not. Every familiar object
must have been long passed, but it was too obscure to make out
anything except the angry torrent. On, on I went, in darkness and
in fear-yes, great fear, not of death, but a fear caused by the
strangeness of my position, and the uncertainty before me; on, on,
till the black shores seemed to fly from each other, and the river to
grow and grow until all land had disappeared, and nothing but the
water met my aching eyes. I closed them to shut out the scene,
and tried to forget my misery.
Had I slept ? And what was the loud noise which startled me
so that I had nearly let go my hold ? I roused myself-I looked
around-I was tossing up and down with a regular motion, but
could see nothing clearly, I was no longer carried forward so swiftly
as before, but the dim light prevented me making out the place I
was now in.
Suddenly, a flash broke from the black clouds, and for a single
moment shed a blue light over everything. What a spectacle! All
around, for miles and miles and miles, was nothing but dancing water,
like shining hills with milky tops, but not a living creature beside my-
self to keep me company, or say a kind word, or listen to me when
I spoke, or pity me when I moaned! Oh I who could tell what I
then felt, what I feared, and what I suffered I Alone! alone!
When I think, as I often do now, of that terrible scene, and
figure to myself my drenched body clinging to that piece of timber,
I seem to feel a strange pity for the miserable dog thus left, as it
seemed, to die, away from all his fellows, without a friendly howl
raised, to show there was a single being to regret his loss-and I
cannot help at such times murmuring to myself, as if it were some
other animal, Poor Job poor dog I"
I remember a dimness coming over my eyes after I had beheld
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-of poor Nip-of the drowning puppies I had tried in vain to save
-of my passing through the streets of Caneville with my meat-
barrow, and wondering how I could have been so foolish as to feel
ashamed of doing so-and then-and then-I remember nothing
more.




PAINS AND PLEASURES.

WHEN I again opened my eyes after the deep sleep which had
fallen upon me, morning was just breaking, and a grey light was in
the sky and on the clouds which dotted it all over.
As I looked round, you may well think, with hope and anxiety,
still nothing met my view but the great world of water, broken up
into a multitude of little hills. I now understood that I was on the
sea, where I had been borne by the rushing river; that sea of which
I had often read, but which I could form no idea about till this
moment.
The sad thought struck me that I must stop there, tossed about
by the wind and beaten by the waves, until I should die of hunger,
or that, spent with fatigue, my limbs would refuse to sustain me
longer, and I should be devoured by some of the monsters of the
deep, who are always on the watch for prey.
Such reflections did not help to make my position more com-
fortable, and it was painful enough in itself without them. It was
certain, however, that complaint or sorrow could be of no service,
and might be just the contrary, as the indulging in either would,
probably, prevent my doing what was necessary to try and save
myself should an opportunity offer.
The grey light, in the meantime, had become warmer and warmer
in its tone, until the face of every cloud towards the east was tinged
with gold. While I was admiring the beautiful sight, for it was so
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were caught by the shining arch of the rising sun, as it sprang all of
a sudden above the surface of the sea. Oh never shall I forget the
view! Between me and the brilliant orb lay a pathway of gold,
which rose, and fell, and glittered, and got at last so broad and
dazzling, that my eyes could look at it no longer. I knew it was
but the sun's light upon the water, but it looked so firm, that I could
almost fancy I should be able to spring upon it, and run on and on
until I reached some friendly country. But alas there seemed
little chance of such a thing happening as my ever reaching land
again.
As the sun got high up, and poured his rays on to the sea, I
began to feel a craving for food, and, though surrounded with water,
yet the want of some to drink. When the thirst came upon me, I
at first lapped up a few drops of the sea-water with avidity, but I
soon found that it was not fit to drink, and that the little I had taken
only made my thirst the greater. In the midst of my suffering, a
poor bird came fluttering heavily along, as if his wings were scarce
able to support his weight. Every little object was interesting to
me just then, and as I sat upon my piece of timber I looked up at
the trembling creature, and began comparing his fate with my own.
"Ah, Job," I said, half-aloud, "you thought, perhaps, that you were
the only unhappy being in the world. Look at that poor fowl;
there he is, far away from land, from his home, from his friends,
perhaps his little ones (for many birds have large families), with
tired wings, and not a piece of ground as broad as his own tail for
him to rest upon. He must go on, fatigued though he may be, for
if he fall, nothing can prevent his death; the water will pour. among
his feathers, clog his wings, and not only prevent him ever
rising more into the air, but pull him down until his life is gone.
So, Job, badly off as you are just now, there is another, as you see,
whose fate is worse; and who shall say that in other places, where
your eye cannot reach, there are not others yet so very, very misera-
ble, that they would willingly, oh! how willingly change places
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This talk with myself quieted me for a time, and I felt a certain
joy when I saw the bird slowly descend, and having spied my uncom-
fortable boat, perch heavily on the other end of it. He did not do
so until he had looked at me with evident alarm; and, worn out as
he was, and his heart beating as though it would burst through his
yellow coat, he still kept his eyes fixed upon me, ready to take wing
and resume his journey, wherever he might be going, at the least
motion I should make.
Some time passed over in this way; myself in the middle, and
Dicky at the end of the beam. We did not say a word to each
other; for, as I spoke no other language but my own, and he seemed
about as clever as myself, we merely talked with our eyes.
A thought now came into my head. My thirst returned, and I
felt very hungry. What if I should suddenly dart on little Dicky,
and make a meal of him ? I did not consider at the instant that, by
so doing, I should be acting a very base part, for Dicky had placed
confidence in me; and killing him for trusting to my honour, and
eating him because he was poor and unfortunate, would be neither a
good return nor a kind action. Luckily for Dicky, and even for
myself, although he was not able to speak foreign languages, he could
read my meaning in my eyes; for when I turned them slowly
towards him, just to see my. distance, he took alarm, and rose into
the air with a swiftness which I envied. I am sorry to say my
only thought at first was the having lost .my dinner: but as I
watched him through the air, flying on.and on, until he diminished
to a misty speck, and then disappeared, my better feelings came back
to me and said, Oh, Job I would not have believed this of you !"
"But," replied my empty stomach, "I am so hungry; without
food, I shall fall in, and Job will die." Let Job die," said my
better self again, in a cold, firm tone; "let Job rather die, than do
what he would live to feel ashamed of."
As the day wore on, I began to think that death only could relieve
me; and the thought was very, very painful. Nothing before and
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sun-not even a cloud on which to rest my aching eyes. The want
of water which I could drink was now becoming terrible. When I
thought of it, my head began to turn; my brain seemed to be on
fire; and the public basins of Caneville, where only the lowest curs
used to quench their thirst, danced before me to add to my torture;
for I thought, though I despised them once, how I could give
treasures of gold for one good draught at the worst of them
just then.
There is not a misfortune happens to us from which we may not
derive good if our hearts are not quite hardened, and our minds riot
totally impenetrable. Great as my sufferings were during this
incident of my life, I learnt from it much that has been useful to
me in after years. But even if it had taught me no other truth
than that we should despise nothing which is good and wholesome,
merely because it is ordinary, I should not have passed through
those sad hours in vain. We dogs are so apt, when in prosperity, to
pamper our appetites, and, commonly speaking, to turn up our noses
at simple food, that we require, from time to time, to be reminded
on how little canine life can be preserved. All have not had the
advantage of the lesson which I was blessed with; for it was a
blessing; one that has so impressed itself on my memory, that
sometimes when I fancy I cannot eat anything that is put before
me, because it is too much done, or not done enough, or has some
other real or supposed defect, I say to myself, "Job, Job, what
would you have given for a tiny bit of the worst part of it when you
were at sea ?" And then I take it at once, and find it excellent.
As the sun got lower, clouds, the same in shape that had welcomed
him in the morning, rose up from the sea as if to show their pleasure
at his return. He sunk into the midst of them and disappeared;
and then the clouds came up and covered all the sky. I suffered
less in the cool evening air, and found with pleasure that it was
growing into a breeze. My pleasure soon got greater still, for, with
the wind, I felt some drops of rain I The first fell upon my burning
nose; but the idea of fresh water was such a piece of good fortune,
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that I dared not give loose to my joy until the drops began to fall
thickly on and around me, and there was a heavy shower. I could
scarcely give my rough coat time to get thoroughly wet before I
began sucking at it. It was not nice at first, being mixed with the
salt spray by which I had been so often covered; but as the rain
still came down, the taste was fresher every moment, and soon got.
most delicious. I seemed to recover strength as I licked my dripping
breast and shoulders; and though evening changed to dark night,
and the rain was followed by a strong wind, which got more and
more fierce, and appeared to drive me and my friendly log over the
waves as if we had been bits of straw, I felt no fear, but clung to
the timber, and actually gave way to hope.
I must have slept again, for daylight was once more in the sky
when I unclosed my eyes. Where was I now ? My sight was dim,
and though I could see there was no longer darkness, I could make
out nothing else. Was I still on the rolling water ? Surely not;
for I felt no motion. I passed my paw quickly across my eyes to
brush away the mist which covered them. I roused myself. The
beam of wood was still beneath me, but my legs surely touched the
ground! My sight came back to me, and showed me, true, the sea
stretching on, on, on, in the distance, but showed me also that I-
oh, joy !-I had reached the shore !
When my mind was able to believe the truth, I sprang on to the
solid land with a cry which rings in my ears even now. What
though my weakness was so great that I tumbled over on to the
beach and filled my mouth with sand ? I could have licked every
blade of grass, every stone, in my ecstacy; and when forced to lie
down from inability to stand upon my legs, I drove my paws into
the earth, and held up portions to my face, to convince myself that
I was indeed on shore. I did not trouble myself much with questions
as to how I got there. I did not puzzle my brain to inquire whether
the wind which had risen the evening before, and which I felt driving
me on so freely, had at length chased me to the land. All I seemed
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persuade myself to say or think was the single, blessed word,
SAVED I
I must have lain some time upon the sand before I tried again to
move, for when I scrambled on to my legs the sun was high and hot
-so hot, that it had completely dried my coat, and made me wish
for shelter. Dragging myself with some trouble to a mound of earth,
green and sparkling with grass and flowers, I managed to get on top
of it; and when I had recovered from the effort, for I was very
weak, looked about me with curiosity to observe the place where I
had been thrown.
The ground was level close to where I stood, but at a little distance
it rose into gentle grassy hills, with short bushes here and there;
and just peeping over them, were the tops of trees still farther
off, with mountains beyond, of curious forms and rich blue colour.
While considering this prospect, I suddenly observed an animal
on one of the hills coming towards me, and I lay down at full length
on the grass to examine who he might be. As he drew nearer, I was
surprised at his form and look (I afterwards learnt that he was called
an ape), and thought I had never beheld so queer a being. He had
a stick in his right hand, and a bundle in his teft, and kept his eyes
fixed on the ground as he walked along.
When he was quite close, I rose again, to ask him where I could
procure food and water, of which I felt great want. The motion
startled him; and stepping back, he took his stick in both hands as
if to protect himself. The next moment he put it down, and coming
up to me, to my surprise addressed me in my own language, by
inquiring how I came there. My .astonishment was so great at first
that I could not reply; and when I did speak, it was to ask him how
it happened that he used my language. To this he answered, that
he had been a great traveller in his day, and among other places had
visited my city, where he had studied and been treated kindly for a
long time; that he loved dogs, and should be.only too happy now to
return some of the favours he had received. This speech opened my
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and spread what it contained before me. As there were several
savoury morsels, you may believe I devoured them with great appe-
tite-indeed, I hope Master Ximio's opinion of me was not formed
from the greediness with which I ate up his provisions.
After I had refreshed myself at a spring of water, we sat down,
and I told him my story. He heard me patiently to the end, when,
after a pause, he exclaimed-
Come, Job, come with me. A few days' rest will restore your
strength, and you can return to your own city. It is not a long
journey over land; and with stout limbs like those, you will soon
be able to get back and lick old Nip again."
I need not dwell upon this part of my story, although I could fill
many pages with the narration of Master Ximio's dwelling, and
above all of his kindness; he kept me two or three days at his house,
and would have detained me much longer, but, besides that I was
anxious to return to Nip, I felt certain pains in my limbs, which
made me wish to get back to Caneville, as I did not like the idea of
troubling my good friend with the care of a sick dog. He was so
kind-hearted, however, and showed me such attention, that I was
afraid to say anything about my aches, lest he should insist on
keeping me. He seemed to think it was quite natural I should desire
to get home; and when he saw my impatience to depart, he assisted
to get me ready.
Having supplied me with everything I could want on my jour-
ney, and pressed upon me many gifts besides, he led me by a little
path through the wood, until we came to the sea. Along this
shore," he said, your road lies. Follow the winding of the coast
until you reach the mouth of a broad river, the waters of which
empty themselves into the sea. That river is the same which runs
through your city. Keep along its banks and you will shortly arrive
at Caneville, where I hope you may find everything you wish-for I
am sure you wish nothing that is unreasonable. If pleasure awaits
you there, do not, in the midst of it, forget Ximio. If, against my
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always open to you here, and a friend who will do his best to make
you forget sorrow. Farewell !"
I was greatly moved at his words and the memory of his kind-
ness. We licked each other tenderly-murmured something, which
meant a good deal more than it expressed-and then we parted. I
turned my head often as I went, and each time beheld Ximio waving
his hand in the air ; at last a dip in the ground hid him from my
sight, and I continued my journey alone.
It was fortunate I had been well furnished with provisions by my
good friend, -for as I proceeded, I found the pains in my limbs so
great that I could scarce drag one leg after the other, and should
probably have died of hunger, as I had no strength left to procure
food, and did not meet with any more Ximios to assist me had I
stood in need. With long rests, from which I rose each time with
greater difficulty,-with increasing anxiety as I drew near my home,
to learn all that had taken place during my absence,-and yet with
legs which almost refused to carry me; after many days that seemed
to have grown into months,-they were so full of care and suffering,
-I toiled up a hill, which had, I thought, the power of getting
steeper as I ascended. At length I reached the top, and to my joy
discovered the well-known city of Caneville, lying in the plain
beneath me. The sight gave me strength again. I at once resumed
my journey, and trotted down the hill at a pace which surprised
myself. As I got warm with my exertions, the stiffness seemed by
degrees to leave my limbs; I ran, I bounded along, over grass and
stones, through broad patches of mud which showed too plainly to
what height the river had lately risen, out of breath, yet with a
spirit that would not let me flag, I still flew on, nor slackened my
speed until I had got to the first few houses of the town. There I
stopped indeed, and fell; for it then seemed as if my bones were all
breaking asunder. My eyes grew dim; strange noises sounded in
my ears; and though I fancied I could distinguish voices which I
knew, I could neither see nor speak; I thought it was my dying
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From the mouths of Nip and others I learnt all which then
occurred, and all that had passed after my supposed loss on the night
of the inundation. How my noble conduct (for so they were kind
enough to call it, though I only tried to do my duty, and failed)
had been made known to the great dogs of Caneville, and how they
had sought after me to thank me for it;-how they had offered
rewards to those who assisted in my recovery ;-how, when it was
supposed that I was dead, they took Nip from our modest home, and
placed him in this present house, fitted with everything that could
make him comfortable for life;-how, when all hope was gone, my
unexpected appearance brought a crowd about me, each one anxious
to assist me in my distress, though some maliciously said, in order
to lay claim to the reward;-and how I was finally brought again to
my senses through the care of our clever canine doctors, and the
kind nursing of dear old Nip.
It was long, however, before I recovered my legs sufficiently to
be able to use them without support. My long exposure at sea,
the want of food, and the trouble I had gone through during my
involuntary voyage, had all assisted to weaken me. But my anxiety
to enjoy the fresh air again, took me out into the streets directly it
was thought safe for me to do so, and with a pairof crutches beneath
my arms, I managed to creep about..
Never shall I forget the first time this pleasure was allowed me.
The morning was so fresh and bright; the sun shone so gaily upon the
houses; the river, now reduced to its usual size, ran so cheerily along,
that I got into my old habit, and began to think they were all
talking to me and bidding me welcome after my long illness. Kind
words were soon said to me in right earnest, for before I had got
half-way down the street, with old Nip just behind me,-his hat
still adorned with the band which he had unwillingly put on when
he thought me dead and gone, and which he had forgotten to take
off again,-the puppies ran from different quarters to look up in my
face and say, How do you do, Job ? I hope you are better, Job."
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praises more than I deserved, but which I heard with pleasure, came
softly to my ear, as I hobbled slowly along. Nip told me afterwards,
that there had been another in the crowd who kept a little back, and
who, though she said nothing, seemed to be more glad to see me
than all the rest. I had not seen her, nor did he mention her name,
but that was not necessary. My heart seemed to tell me that it
could only have been Fida.




DUTY.

THE idle life which I was compelled to spend gave me time for
reflection, and I believe my mind was more active during the few
months my body was on crutches than it had been for years previous.
My thoughts received little interruption from Nip, who, after
having recounted the events which had taken place during my
absence, had little more to say. The kindness of the great city dogs
having removed all fear of want, or even the necessity of labour,
from our comfortable home, produced at first a pleasing effect upon
me; but as my strength returned, and I managed to walk about the
room without assistance, a desire for active employment became
quite necessary to my happiness.
SWhat have I done, Nip ?" I would often say, as I took my
usual exercise in our modest parlour; what have I done, Nip, that
I should be clothed, and fed, and housed, without labouring for such
advantages, like the rest of dog-kind ? These paws, large and strong
as they are, were never intended for idleness; this back, broad as it
is, was meant for some other purpose than to show off a fine coat;
this brain, which can reflect and admire and resolve, had not such
capabilities given to it in order that they might be wasted in a life
of ease. Work, Nip, work; such'work as a dog can do should be
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see an animal's' powers, either of body or mind, wasted away in
idleness."
Nip replied but little, although he winked his eyes very vigor-
ously. I was used to his manner now, and could understand his
meaning without the necessity of words. Both his looks and
gestures told me that he thought as I did, and I only waited till I
could use my own legs freely, to set about a resolution I had been
forming in my mind.
It was a happy day when I could again mix in the bustle of the
streets, and find my strength once more restored. The first use I
made of it was to go to the great house where the chief dogs of
Caneville are accustomed to sit during a certain time of the day to
judge matters relating to the city. When I arrived, they were
almost alone, and I was therefore able to present myself without
delay, and explain my business.
I began by thanking them for what they had done for me and
my old friend Nip, in providing us with a house and with so many
comforts. I told them, although the goodness of Nip rendered him
worthy of every attention, as he had grown old in a useful and
laborious life, I had no such claims. I was still young-my strength
had come back to me-I had no right to eat the food of idleness,
where so many dogs, more deserving than I, were often in want of
a bone, but whose modesty prevented them making known their
necessities. I would still thankfully enjoy the home, which the
kindness of the great animals of Caneville had furnished me, but
they must permit me to work for it-they must permit me to do
something which might be useful to the city in return, for I should
devour the fare provided for me with a great deal more appetite, if
I could say to myself when I felt hungry, '( Job, brother Job, eat
your dinner, for you have earned it."
The assembly of dogs.heard me with great attention to the end;
not a bark interrupted my little speech, not a movement disturbed
my attention. I was pleased to see that tails wagged with approba-
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among them, who was white with age, express himself delighted,
yes, that was the word, delighted with my spirit.
"We are pleased, Job," he said, at the end of his reply, "we
are pleased to observe that there are yet true dogs in Caneville;
there have been animals calling themselves so, whose character was
so base, and whose manner was so cringing, that they have brought
disrepute upon the name; and we are sorry to say that in many
countries the title of a dog is given to the vilest and most worthless
creatures. All the finer qualities of our race have been lost sight
of, because a few among us have been mean or wicked; and a whole
nation has been pointed at with scorn, because some of its members
have acted badly. We are happy, Job, to find in you a worthy
subject,' and we shall be glad to give you all assistance .in choosing
an occupation in which you may employ your time, and be of use
to your fellow-creatures."
I should not have repeated this to you, as it is not, perhaps,
necessary for my story, but that I wished to correct an error, which
many have made, concerning the character of this very dog. He
has been described by several as cold, and proud, and sometimes
cruel; and yet to me he was warm, and friendly, and most kind. Do
not you think when we hear animals grumbling against their fellows,
it would be just as well to think who the grumblers are, before we
form our opinions ? or, at least, hear the opinions of many before
we decide ourselves ?
I need not tell you all that passed between us, and what was said
by this dog and by that, about the choice of my occupation. It was
agreed at last that I should be appointed chief of the Caneville
police, as the place had become vacant through the death of a fine
old mastiff some days previous. I wonder whether he was a relation
of my own, for I have already told you my mother belonged to that
great family. He had received some severe wounds when trying to
capture a fierce beast of the name of Lupo, the terror of the city,
and he had died from the effects of them in spite of all the care of
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was yet at liberty, and many dogs were afraid to go out at night for
fear of meeting with this terrible animal.
To tell the truth, I was rather pleased than otherwise that Lupo
had still to be taken. It was agreeable to me to think that work,
difficult work, was to be done, and that I was called upon to do it.
I felt proud at the idea that the animals of the great city of Cane-
ville would look up to me, to me, poor Job, as the dog chosen to
releive them of their fears, and restore security to their streets.
" Job," I cried out to myself, in a firm tone, "Job, here is a chance
of being useful to your country; let no danger, no fear, even of
death, stop you in the good work. Job, you are called upon to per-
form a duty, and let nothing, mind nothing, turn you from it."
After I had become acquainted with all the dogs who were under
my command, I spent much time each day in exercising them, and
in endeavouring by kind words, and by my own example, to make
them attend strictly to their work. I was pleased to observe that I
succeeded. Some, who were pointed out to me as difficult to manage,
became my most faithful followers, and I had not been two months
in my employment before all were so devoted to me, that I believe
they would have died to serve me.
In all this time, nothing had been heard of the terrible Lupo,
and all my inquiries procured no information concerning where he
was to be found. I learned that he was not a native of Caneville,
although his father once belonged to the city. He was born in a
country beyond the great wood, and his mother came from a fierce
tribe of wolves, who, although they a little resemble dogs in
appearance, and speak a very similar language, are much more
ferocious, and seem to look upon the whole canine family as natural
enemies.
The opinion began to spread in Caneville that Lupo had at length
left the city, and the inhabitants, by degrees, recovered their usual
quiet; when, suddenly, the alarm spread more widely than before;
as, two nights in succession, some rich dogs were robbed and ill-
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the terrible band who had attacked them, and whose description
convinced me it was Lupo.
These accounts caused me much pain, as I had neither been able
to prevent the attacks, nor discover the animals who had made them.
In my desire to find out and capture the robbers, I could scarcely
take food or rest. I managed to sleep a little in the day-time, and
at night, dressed in the simplest manner, so as to excite no atten-
tion, I wandered quietly from street to street, stopping to listen to the
slightest noise, and going in any direction that I heard a murmur.
One or two of my dogs generally followed at a distance, ready to
assist me if I called for help.
It was a fine night. The moon and stars were brilliant in the sky,
and made the blue all the deeper from their own bright rays. I had
been already two hours crawling through the lower parts of the city,
and was mounting the hill which led to a fine building where my
steps often carried me-sometimes without my intending it-in
order to watch over the safety of those who slept within. It was
the house of Fida-that Fida who had been to me so kind, so tender;
that Fida who so patiently softened down my rudeness, and had
tried to teach me to know what was good by letting me become her
friend.
I had nearly reached the top of the hill, and paused an instant
to observe the bright light and dark shadows which the house dis-
played, as the moon fell upon it, or some portion of the building
interposed. Profound sleep had fallen upon the city. The river
might be seen from the spot where I was standing, running swiftly
along; and so deep was the silence that you could even hear the gush
of the water as it fretted round some large stones in the centre of
the stream.
Suddenly there rose into the air from the ground above me, the
sharp, clear howl of a female voice, and at the same instant the
sound of a rattle broke upon my ear as a signal of alarm. I sprang
up the few feet which were between me and the house with the
speed of lightning, and turning rapidly the corner of the building,


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reached the principal entrance. One look told me everything: at
an upper window, in a loose dress, was Fida herself, springing the
rattle which she held in her paw, with a strength that fear alone
could have given her; and below, where I myself stood, were four
or five dogs differently engaged, but evidently trying to get into
the house.
A kick from my right leg sent one of them to the ground, and,
with my clenched paw,' I struck a blow at the second. Never do I
remember feeling such strength within me, such a resolution to
attack twenty dogs if it were necessary, although the next minute I
might be torn in pieces. I have sometimes asked myself whether
the presence of Fida had anything to do with it, or if a sense of duty
only inspired me. I have never been able to reply to the question
in a satisfactory manner. I only know that the fact Was as I say,
and that the blow I gave was surprising even to myself; my paw
caught the animal precisely under his chin, and sent him flying
backwards, with his nose in the air and his hat behind him; and as
the moon shone brilliantly upon his upturned face, I recognized the
features described to me as those of Lupo. He lay so still upon the
ground that I thought he must be killed; so, leaving him for a
moment, I pursued some others who were running off in the distance,
but did not succeed in catching them. I said a few cheering words
to Fida at the window, and returned to the spot of my encounter
with Lupo; but instead of that terrible beast, found some of my own
followers, the father of Fida, and one or two servants, who had been
roused by the tumult, and had come out to learn the cause. Lupo
was nowhere to be seen. He had either partly recovered from the
blow, and had managed to crawl away, or had been dragged off by
some of his troop.
Nothing could have been more fortunate to me than this night's
adventure. The father of Fida, who had seen the attack from his
window, was the head of one of the best families of dogs in Caneville,
and being, besides, very rich, he enjoyed great power. He was so
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to me himself, but he spoke of my conduct in the highest terms to
the great assembly. I received public thanks; I was admitted to
the honour which I now hold, that of forming one of the second
assembly of the city; I was loaded with rich presents, and equally
rich praise; and I may also date from that night, the obtaining
the richest gift of all, the gift which has made the happiness of my
best years; I mean the possession of my wife, the beautiful Fida.
It is true that I did not procure that felicity at once. There
were many difficulties to be got over before the noble spaniel would
think of allowing his daughter to become the wife of plain Mr. Job.
His son, also, of whom I have spoken previously, could not bear, at
first, the idea of his sister not marrying some one as noble as herself,
and-thought, very naturally, that she was far too good to have her
fortunes united with mine. Fida herself, however, was so firm, and
yet so tender; so straightforward, and yet so modest, that she finally
broke down all opposition. She persuaded her father that no title
could be more noble than the one I had acquired, that of Honest
Job;" she won over her brother, by slily asking him, which among
his grand companions could have met a whole band of fierce dogs,
with Lupo at their head, and, single-pawed, could have conquered
them all ? By degrees, every objection was cleared away, and Fida
became mine.
The chief interest of my life terminates here; for although, in
my position as head of the police, I had many other adventures,
they were too much alike, and of too common an order, to be worth
relating. Before I close, however, I must mention a circumstance
which occurred shortly after my battle with the robbers, as it is
curious in itself, and refers to an animal of whom I have before
spoken.
I was quietly walking along a bye-street of Caneville, when
a miserable, thin, little puppy came behind me, and gently pulled
my coat. On turning round to ask him what he wanted, he begged
me in the most imploring tone to come and see his father, who was
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"And who is your father, little pup P" I inquired.
"His name is Lupo," said the thin dog, in a trembling voice.
Lupo !" I cried out in surprise. But do you not know who I
am, and that I am forced to be your father's greatest enemy ?"
I know, I know," the pup replied; "but father told me to
come and seek you, for that you were good, and would not harm him,
if you knew he was so miserable." And here the little dog began
howling in a way which moved me.
Go on," I said, after a moment; go on; I will follow you."
As the little dog ran before, through some of the low and
miserable parts of the city, the idea once came into my head that
perhaps this was a scheme of Lupo's to get me into his power. But
the puppy's grief had been too real to allow me to believe, young as
he was, that he could be acting a part; so with a stout resolution I
went forward.
We arrived at a low and dirty kennel, where only the greatest
misery could bear to live. We passed through a hole, for so it
appeared, rather than a doorway, and I found myself in a little
room, lit by a break in the wall. On the single poor bed lay a
wretched object, gasping for breath, while a ragged pup, somewhat
older than my little guide, had buried his face in the clothes at the
bottom of the bed. Three other tiny creatures, worn to the bone
with poverty and want of food, came crowding round me, in a way
that was piteous to behold; and with their looks, not words, for
they said nothing, asked me to do something for their miserable
parent. I procured from a neighboring tavern a bason of broth,
with which I succeeded in reviving the once terrible Lupo; but it
was only a flash before life departed for ever. In broken words, he
recommended to my care the poor little objects round. Bad as he
was, he still had feeling for them, and it was easy to observe
that at this sad moment his thoughts were more of them than
of himself; for when I promised to protect them, he pressed my
paw with his remaining strength to his hot lips, moaned faintly,
and expired.


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My tale is over. Would that it had been more entertaining, more
instructive. But the incidents of my career have been few, and my
path, with the one or two exceptions I have described, has been a
smooth one. I have heard it said that no history of a life, however
simple, is without its lesson. If it be so, then perhaps some good
may be derived from mine. If it teach the way to avoid an error,
or correct a fault; if any portion of it win a smile.from a sad heart,
or awake a train of serious thought in a gay one, my dog's tale will
not have been unfolded in vain.













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