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 Front Matter
 Captain Wolf, And Other Sketches...
 Frontispiece
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 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 Captain Wolf
 Guy's Two Homes
 Tiny And Furry; OR, The Life And...
 Fox And His Family
 The King Of The Poultry-Yard
 Robin's Experiences
 Mother Rat And Her Little Ones;...
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Title: Captain Wolf and other sketches of animal biography
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Physical Description: viii, 309, 3 p., 22 leaves of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 19 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Author of Under the lime-trees
Griset, Ernest Henry, 1844-1907 ( Illustrator )
Bayard, Émile Antoine, 1837-1891 ( Illustrator )
Pannemaker, Adolphe François, b. 1822 ( Engraver )
Seeley, Jackson, & Halliday ( Publisher )
Strangeways and Walden ( Printer )
Publisher: Seeley, Jackson, & Halliday
Place of Publication: London
Manufacturer: Strangeways and Walden
Publication Date: 1870
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Subject: Animal life cycles -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Animals -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Death -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Aging -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Spatial Coverage: England -- London
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Statement of Responsibility: by the author of 'Under the lime-trees,' 'Aunt Annie's stories,' etc. etc. ; with twenty-two illustrations by E. Bayard and E. Griset.
General Note: Illustrations engraved by Pannemaker.
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Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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CAPTAIN WOLF,AND OTHERSKETCHES OF ANIMAL BIOGRAPHY.


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"P5-CAPTAIN WOLFAND OTHERSKETCHES OF ANIMAL BIOGRAPHY.BY THEAUTHOR OF 'UNDER THE LIME-TREES,''AUNT ANNIE'S STORIES,'ETC., ETC.With Twenty-two Illustrations by E. Bayard and E. Griset.SEELEY, JACKSON, & HALLIDAY, FLEET STREET.LONDON. MDCCCLXX.


CONTENTS.PAGECAPTAIN WOLF IGUY'S TWO HOMES 46TINY AND FURRY, OR THE LIFE AND TIMES OF ABEAVER 94FOX AND HIS FAMILY 139THE KING OF THE POULTRY-YARD 86ROBIN'S EXPERIENCES 217MOTHER RAT AND HER LITTLE ONES 262


ILLUSTRATIONS.THE WOLF AND THE GOAT (Frontispiece).PAGETHE DEATH OF THE REINDEER 5A DANGEROUS FRIEND 8THE OLD GARDEN 24A NEW ACQUAINTANCE 68GUY AND FLOSS 74COMPANIONS IN MISFORTUNE. 84THE CHIEF ENGINEER 102BEAVERS GNAWING DOWN A TREE 103A CULPRIT EXPELLED 18TAKING A HOUSE 145FOX IN TROUBLE 160THE FOX AND THE KITE 170A POACHER 182MORTIFIED PRIDE 200


viii Illustrations.PAGEA MIDNIGHT ATTACK 214A LAZY DONKEY 223THE HARE'S MANCEUVRE 248THE RAT AND THE PIGEON 272A DISAGREEABLE VISITOR 278WATCHING THE RATHOLE 286THE EMIGRATION OF THE RATS 306


R -CAPTAIN WOLF.'BE it ever so humble there's no place like home,'is often said, and, perhaps, still oftener thought,when weary folks turn homeward from a hard day'swork, and look forward to the rest and quiet oftheir home, wherever it may be. And if men andwomen often think this thought, who shall saythat four-legged animals do not experience similarsensations of satisfaction when they approach theplaces that for the time being they consider theirhomes, or that the rough heart of a certain greywolf with which we are about to make acquaintancedid not swell with satisfaction and contentmentwhen, after a long day of weary and almost fruit-less hunting, he found himself at liberty to stretchB


2 Captain Wolf.himself to rest among the moss and dry leavesthat formed the carpet of his dwelling.His was by no means a lonely or melancholyhome, for it was shared by several of his ownspecies, who, having already returned from theday's labours, were scattered about the cave invarious attitudes of repose.It was pleasant indeed to rest his weary limbs,and yet, in common with all his companions, Mr.Wolf had one source of discontent which marred hishappiness and prevented him from sinking readilyinto the sweet repose that he so much coveted.Nor was it a trifle that thus interfered with hiscomfort; it was a grievance of long standing, infact, our friend could scarcely remember the timewhen it had not existed and been the chief topicof complaint among his associates. It was nothingmore nor less than the scarcity of provisions; for,work as hard as they might, one and all felt thattheir utmost exertions would soon be unavailingto supply their wants. For a long time the societyhad been at a loss to account for this lamentablestate of things, but by degrees the conviction hadbecome general that they were growing too well


Captain Wolf 3known in the neighbourhood, and that it wouldshortly be necessary to change their head-quartersand remove to a distance.But their present dwelling was so commodious,so easy of access, and yet so secure, that not oneof the band had as yet given utterance to histhoughts, or expressed more discontent than hecould avoid.On this particular evening, however, mattersappeared to be worse than usual, for a good dealof low growling was heard from time to time, andfew of the party seemed able to settle off com-fortably to sleep. Suddenly a sharp, loud growlfrom a wolf who was crouching close to the en-trance caused all the others immediately to raisetheir heads; and when their comrade started tohis feet and repeated his warning cry, the restwere not slow in following his example.That cry said plainly, 'Something to eat,' andsuch welcome news made each famished wolf hurryto the cave's entrance to ascertain what it was.There, as plain as possible, through the brushwoodthat covered their hole, they discovered a hugereindeer stalking slowly along, apparently as yet


4 Captain Wolfunconscious of the enemies who were lurking sonear. And yet, no, at this moment, he has caughta scent that terrifies him, or heard a rustling thatreminds him of previous narrow escapes and fear-ful alarms; for he throws back his head and beginsto run wildly about as if in mortal terror. Ah,poor reindeer, your fate is sealed; the starvingwolves are on your track, and there is little chanceof your being able to baffle them.And so indeed the reindeer seemed to think,or perhaps terror deprived him of all power ofrunning away, for in an amazingly short space oftime the whole herd were upon him, some hang-ing on his flanks or gnawing his legs, while the onethat gave the alarm and led the attack had fixedhis sharp fangs in his throat and was sucking hislife's blood.Short work indeed they made with the poorreindeer, whose bones might have been seen thenext day scattered hither and thither, as if towarn other reindeer not to venture near the fatalspot.Licking their lips, the victorious wolves re-turned to their cave, feeling wonderfully better


Captain Wolf 5for their supper, though they could easily havedisposed of more reindeer if they had been ableto get them. Still, now that the pangs of hungerwere somewhat allayed and their prospects lookedproportionably higher, the troop indulged in somesound sleep and awoke much refreshed.The next day being a fortunate one, ourfriend's anxieties were considerably lightened, andhe ceased to think about removing his haunt to


6 Captain Wolfa distance. He had a great deal to occupy him,for the cares and joys of a young family soon dis-tracted his thoughts from other things.Four as hopeful young wolves as ever rejoiceda parent's heart had been presented to him bytheir proud mother, and till they were able toshift for themselves of course it would be im-possible to change his residence. It is true thatat first he found it hard to admire the four youngones as much as their mother seemed to expect;and being exceedingly hungry the day when theyfirst saw the light, he could hardly resist the strongdesire that impelled him to try how they wouldtaste. They looked so dull and stupid that itseemed almost incredible that they could everturn out respectable wolves; and as it was anestablished law among his race that any weak ordefective creature should be destroyed, the poormother found it hard to persuade him to allowher to keep them till it should be plain whetherthey would ever be effective members of society.But when, after the lapse of some days, theyoung cubs opened their eyes and began to rolland tumble about in a very sturdy fashion, their


C a 7Capt ain Wolf 7father changed his mind, and began to think themvery creditable-looking young animals, whom heshould not be ashamed to own before the wholetroop. Thenceforward his time was fully occu-pied, for the young folk required a great deal ofcare and instruction, and such quantities of food,that their father had no reason to doubt thatthey had that keen appetite which distinguishesevery bold and courageous wolf.It was very interesting work to take them outand teach them the first rudiments of hunting, andboth father and mother watched with delight thezeal and enthusiasm with which the four cubscaught up every atom of information which couldbe of use to them; and when the snow began tofall and lay thick on the ground how the coldseemed to whet their appetite, and make themmore and more eager to try their skill, instead oftrusting to the supplies brought them by theirparents. There was no longer any need to fearthat they would be a disgrace to their tribe; onthe contrary, their father was firmly convincedthat there was not a young wolf belonging to thetroop that had such sterling qualities as his eldest


8 Captain Wolfson. Nothing seemed to daunt his spirit or quenchhis love of adventure; he had such a wild, fierceeye, such a light, silent step, such strength inhis jaws, and such vigour in all his limbs, thathis father never looked at him without secretlyprophesying that he would be the glory ofhis race. It had been no trouble whatever toteach him those arts that are considered so in-dispensably necessary to the education of wolves :to bear pain without uttering cries, to managethe feet so as to leave the least possible trace,and to efface that trace in snow and dust byusing the tail as a broom ; all these things, besidesthe secrets of hunting, the young wolf learned inhalf the time his father had anticipated, so thatwhen the latter left his family as the winter ad-vanced to seek better hunting-grounds elsewhere,he had little left to learn.For it had been fully determined in a solemnmeeting held by the troop in the cave that thetime had come when it was absolutely necessaryto leave the neighbourhood. All the farmers formiles round had become fully aware of their pre-sence, and a stray shot or two had already de-


Captain Wolf 9prived them of some of their number. The cowsand reindeer seemed always on the watch for theirapproach, and even the smaller animals lived in aconstant state of alarm.Such being the case, and the season being sofar advanced that the cubs had no longer anyneed of their protection, the whole troop resolvedto depart on the morrow.It was with some regret that our wolf thoughtof the approaching separation from his belovedson, but old traditions warning him that to keepthe young ones under his own eyes would infalli-bly weaken their powers of self-defence and renderthem childish and timid, he resolved to adhereto hereditary customs and depart with the rest.Occupied with these thoughts he had failed to hearmuch of the discussion that had followed the re-solution to relinquish their present quarters, andwas therefore much surprised to find, on rousinghimself from his abstraction, that another subjectwas under consideration. An old wolf had sug-gested that it had often been observed that nosociety flourished which had not a ruling spirit asits head, and that being met as they then were


Io Capain Wolfto consider how the circumstances of the bandmight be improved, he thought it would not beamiss to reflect whether the choice of a leadermight not render their operations more effective.This proposal had naturally produced an ex-hibition of strong feeling, for as there were manyambitious spirits present, it soon became evi-dent that these would object greatly to submitto any rule, unless it could be made evident thatthe chosen leader was greatly their superior, andthis they declared could hardly be, unless theirold friend, who could, on account of his age, layclaim to greater experience than any one else,would himself assume the dignity.But this the old wolf declined, alleging it wasimperatively necessary that the chief of a warlikehost should be in full possession of his powers,mental as well as bodily; and that if at presenthe could lay claim to possessing the entire useof his senses, his bodily strength had long beenfailing; still, if they thought his opinion worthhaving, he would willingly tell them who hedeemed the fittest for the post.With deep growls of applause, the whole troop


Captain Wolf 1Isignified their willingness to abide by his decision;but what was the surprise of our wolf to hear him-self named as the destined chief, and his fitnessfor the post proved by the success which hadattended the instruction he had given his family.In vain he asserted that he was still too youngand inexperienced to accept such a post; the oldwolf persisted in his opinion, and his companions,among whom he was a great favourite, declaredthemselves willing to accept him as their leaderand obey him accordingly.This matter being settled, the assembly dis-persed to meet again the next day, in order toset out together in search of fresh quarters.The thought of his new dignity, and the manyplans it suggested to his mind, served to dispelthe gloom that had settled on the captain's spiritwhen he contemplated the separation from hischildren; and the morning saw him superintend-ing the departure and leading the way on thejourney with such energy and forethought thathis companions had reason over and over againto congratulate themselves on their good fortunein the selection of their leader. Nothing had been


12 Cap ain Wolf.decided about the route they should take, and thechief was at liberty to go where he liked. Hehad already thought of one place, a fir forest,some miles distant, in the neighbourhood ofseveral small villages. He had frequently madeshort excursions to the outskirts of these villages,and had seen many things that made his mouthwater. Alone it would not have been prudent toventure much further than he had gone, but ifthey made this forest their head-quarters, whatdelightful hunting expeditions they might havein the surrounding country!Already in anticipation he arranged his plansof surrounding and surprising the cattle when noone was watching, of enticing stray dogs into thethe forest to be devoured at leisure, of overtakingtravellers in their sledges, and many other equallydaring adventures; all of which made his heartbeat high with hope that by skilful managementthe dreadful pangs of hunger might no longerafflict the troop.The route by which this much-to-be-desiredhunting-ground was to be reached lay across avast plain covered with snow, and thence through


Captain Wolf 13many rocky passes into the thick pine-forestmany miles in extent. Along this route theleader now determined to lead his band, andthey, their vows of obedience still fresh in theirmemory, showed no reluctance to follow.One after another the dark pack trooped downfrom their cave, and followed as closely as possi-ble in their leader's foot-prints; so that had anyone but a wolf examined that track he wouldnever have suspected that more than one wolf hadpassed over the snow. Silently and steadily theypursued their way, turning neither to the righthand nor to the left, till the vast snowy waste hadbeen passed, and they were nearing the great fir-forest. Then by one consent the pack separatedin search of food, leaving to their chief the taskof choosing the place fittest for their lair, andbent on satisfying the cravings of hunger till heshould call them together.Doubtless he was as hungry as the rest ofthem, but till the duties of office were dischargedhe could not think of himself. It was not long,however, before his sharp eyes discovered what hewanted,-the very darkest, most gloomy spot in


14 Captain Wolf.that dark, silent forest; just the spot where heand his companions could feel secure, for cer-tainly it was far enough away from the haunts ofhis most most deadly enemy, man; and to allappearances quite uninhabited by any other four-footed animal.Here, therefore, our wolf began his reign;and well satisfied indeed did he feel with his con-dition: a pine-forest for his palace, and one ofthe noblest packs of wolves for his subjects, whatcould the most ambitious wolf desire more ?If only his dominion might continue! for hecould not help reflecting that there were many ofhis companions who might well fancy they hadgreater claims to the office of chieftain than hehad, he who had only just reared his first family,and was younger by many years than at leasthalf the pack.While his old friend lived he felt pretty con-fident of his support, but the day could not befar distant when his career would close, and thenour wolf felt he should have to depend solelyon his own merits for maintaining himself in hisdignity.


Captain Wolf 15However, it had never been his habit to lookonly on the dark side of what lay before him, andthese forebodings were soon forgotten when, astime passed away, there seemed no probability oftheir being verified.The winter passed rapidly away, for the wholepack had no lack of employment, and time al-ways seems winged to those who have plenty todo. Scarcely a day passed without some daringachievement, and, for a wonder, several of theolder members of the community were growing sofat that they were compelled to take more ex-ercise than usual, lest they should become tooheavy and short-breathed to admit of their takingtheir proper share of active duty.The summer burst upon them long before theyhad expected it, and then all fear of starvationvanished. Numerous small animals emerged fromtheir holes, and fell victims to the formidablecreatures who had become lords of the forest, tillbefore long their ravages seemed to have strickenwith a panic rabbits, hares, and all their cousins,near and distant, for they either remained hiddenin their holes or emigrated to a distance to avoid


I6 Captain Wolfthe fate which seemed inevitable if they remainedin their old haunts.Such an arrangement, prudent as it might beas regards the rabbits and hares, was decidedlydisagreeable to the wolves, who had looked tothem to supply a meal when more substantialfood should be lacking; and in the hope that ashort absence from the wood would restore con-fidence and security to these tiny creatures, theyunanimously resolved to keep out of sight for atime, and abstain from visiting the homes of theirfrightened favourites.In pursuance of this plan the chief and severalof his comrades made bold excursions into theneighbouring villages, returning to the shelter ofthe rocks or the forest to feast at leisure on theprey they had secured; sometimes two or threetogether would lie in wait till the cattle or sheepwere folded for the night, and would then makea bold attack and secure an important prize.It was during the first weeks of summer thatthe captain of the band bethought him of a planthat he had formed long before, but for variousreasons had hitherto been unable to execute.


Captain Wolf 17It happened that in the village which lay nearestto their forest, the wolves had often observed alarge herd of reindeer, which apparently belongedto a farmer of the place. Reindeer was a favour-ite article of food among the wolves, and it wasextremely unpleasant to see so much deliciousmeat before them and yet be quite unable toget at it. And this was all owing to a miserablebrute calling himself a dog--so the chief hadunderstood from his comrades,- a dog, who,though he was as big as a wolf, still lacked courageto fight by himself, and invariably announced theapproach of wolves to his master by making themost frightful howling. Often and often had thechief, while listening to the tales of his followers,resolved that he would never rest till he hadtaken vengeance on this dog for his unwarrantableinterference, and now the time seemed come whenhe had both time and opportunity to carry outhis design.Accordingly he started one day for the village-where his foe was to be found, and stealthilyapproaching the spot where the reindeer weregrazing together, he perceived the dog lying at aC


18 Captain Wolfshort distance, apparently keeping guard. Hehad resolved beforehand that if possible he wouldavoid a downright quarrel till he could entice hisenemy away from his home, and from the dreadedprotection of his master, and accordingly he madeno demonstration of warlike intentions as he ap-proached the herd. It was not long before hesaw that the dog had discovered his approach,but instead of alarming the neighbourhood, as ourwolf had expected, he rose to his feet and cameforward to meet the invader, without having anyapparent idea of molesting him.'He will be easily managed,' thought thewolf to himself, 'I'll invite him to take a walk.We'll go into the wood, and won't we make shortwork with him there?'Assuming with this view the most respectfulmanner in his power, the captain endeavoured tomake friends with the clog, who, apparently thrownoff his guard by such unusual conduct, beganhalf to suspect that this creature, so like himselfin form and size, would prove to be some distantcousin of his, whose acquaintance it would bevery pleasant to make.


A DANGEROUS FRIEND.


Captain Wolf. 19Under this impression he willingly agreed tothe proposed walk; he had been keeping thosestupid deer so long that his legs quite ached forwant of exercise. Towards the wood they pro-ceeded, the dog being too much occupied withwatching his companion to feel any fear at beingled so far from home, and the latter being tooanxious to ensure the success of his scheme toattack his victim till he could be certain of assist-ance if he should require it.Deeper and deeper they plunged into theforest, till at last the dog began to think it wastime for him to retrace his steps, and lookedabout to ascertain whither he had wandered.Suddenly a short, sharp cry, uttered by his guide,made him look round, when, to his horror, histreacherous cousin sprang at his throat with sucha gripe that, struggle as he might, he found itimpossible to free himself; the next minute anumber of answering cries were heard, and fromevery side, fierce, savage wolves came boundingup to hasten his fate. In vain he struggled,howled, screamed, and wished he .had never lefthis master's yard, no pity had those hard-heartedI


20 Captain Wolf.cousins of his; if he would not let them feast onreindeer-flesh at least they would make a mealof him; his cries soon ceased, and no sound washeard through the silent forest but the grumbling,growling noise of the hungry creatures as theyfought for the largest share of the spoil.Poor dog! little did he think when he left hishome, that in so short a time those hated wolveswould be growling in fierce triumph over his bones,or that before nightfall a band would have setout to attack those deer that were his especialcharge: yet so it was, and as wolf met wolf thegleam of triumph in their dark savage eyes, toldof a degree of satisfaction that not even an elk orreindeer feast would have produced.Now the dog was dead there was nothing toprevent them from attacking and killing one byone the whole herd of deer, and at once planswere laid with a view to this most desirableachievement.But such ambitious schemes were not destinedto be fulfilled. The picked band that visited thevillage the following night met with a defeatwhich considerably damped their spirits. Instead


Captain Wolf 21of the dog they had made away with, three orfour new ones were found in charge of the herd;and no sooner did they get scent of their approach-ing enemies than they set up such a dismal howl-ing, that half the villagers came running out tosee what was the matter; and the wolves wereforced to abandon their object and take to flight.Stones, shots, and sticks, were sent after them,and when at last they reached the shelter of theforest, it was discovered that two of their num-b'er had fallen victims to their enemies, whileone of those who had escaped was so desperatelywounded that he presented a most melancholyappearance.With drooping tail and tottering pace the in-jured combatant was seeking a comfortable rest-ing-place for his bleeding, smarting limbs, whenhis forlorn aspect attracted the attention of thewhole band.Anxiously they scanned him, and then withone accord their eyes sought their captain's faceas if they expected to read there their comrade'ssentence. Nor were they disappointed, CaptainWolf was a stout adherent of old customs, and


22 Captain Wolfknew well that such a thing as permitting awounded wolf to live to be a burden and troubleto his companions had never been heard of sincewolves were created : so he gave the signal thathis followers were expecting, and let them looseon their disabled comrade, who, knowing well whatwas to be his fate, scarcely strove to defend him-self, and was speedily devoured by the rest ofthe pack.It was hard to give up the thought of thosedelicious fat reindeer, but for the present not oneof the band could dream of venturing near thevillage where they dwelt. Their numbers werenow diminished by three, and this circumstance,added to the defeat they had received, madethem feel strangely timid and nervous. For somedays they kept close to their forest, feeding onfrogs, lizards, or any small animals they coulddiscover, but every day" they grew more hungryand more dissatisfied with their condition.Such a state of things could not continuewithout producing mutiny and rebellion, and thecaptain determined to endeavour to rouse hisfollowers to their ordinary pitch of courage and


Captain Wolf 23audacity by proposing that they should recruittheir shattered band by enrolling some of theyoung wolves who had been born in the previousyear. Possibly' in this suggestion Captain Wolfwas greatly influenced by the desire to have hisown children near him, for though he had paidthem frequent visits, his official duties had pre-vented his seeing as much of them as he couldwish. Some of them had joined other packs, butthe captain knew that his eldest son, the pride ofhis heart, had hitherto held himself aloof fromany society and lived apart from any of his kind,and he flattered himself that he should, at least,be able to enlist him to serve in his troop.The proposal being highly approved of by thetroop, the captain set out to seek his young son,others of the band departing at the same time,in different directions on similar errands.But he was mistaken in thinking that theyoung wolf would eagerly accept his proposal.The young gentleman was an eccentric character,and had taken up the notion, which seemed verystrange to his father, that a solitary life was inevery way to be preferred to one passed in


24 Captain Wolfintimate association with his fellow-wolves; andhe enumerated the advantages of his system sorapidly that his father found it impossible to gaina hearing till his enthusiasm had fairly workeditself out.But the captain was too sensible to be easilyturned from his purpose; he thought his son'sconduct conceited and selfish in the extreme, andhe was determined not to leave him till he hadbrought him to his senses. How he did this itwould take too long to tell, but at length theyoung wolf consented to join his father's band assoon as he should have accomplished a schemehe had then in his mind.What that scheme was he seemed at firstloath to tell, but on his father urging him, heexplained that one day when visiting a villagewhere he had often hunted successfully, he haddiscovered a goat, which, with her kid, often roamedat large about the gardens of a deserted mansion,and he could not persuade himself to give upthe hope of one day feasting on either her orher kid. She seemed a most innocent, unsus-picious creature, and he felt that some day his


4kkTHE OLD GARDEN.


Captain Wolf. 25cunning would certainly enable him to make herhis prey.Such sentiments being much more compre-hensible to Captain Wolf than those first ex-pressed by his son, he could not refuse his con-sent to the delay which would thus be occasionedin his son's joining the troop, and having giventhe youngster all the advice which he could thinkof, he returned to his band.He was greatly pleased to find that four newmembers had arrived in his absence, all of themcreditable young wolves, strong, sinewy, andvigorous. He was not less pleased to find thatthey were all as hungry as wolves can be, andwere therefore as eager as possible to be ledforth on their first hunting excursion; and as theirzeal seemed to have somewhat infected the restof their band he ventured to propose to the wholeassembly that they should all sally forth into theneighbouring plain, and see if there should chanceto be any travellers passing that way.There was a slight murmur of discontent atthis suggestion, for the remembrance of their lateencounter with mankind in the village was still


26 Captain Wolffresh, and many of the most timid feared to runthe chance of encountering again such dreadedenemies. But a gruff voice was heard, at soundof which the murmurs died away, and a sternwolf of middle age, and vast experience growlinghis opinion that they might as well die fightingas starving, the whole party, males and females,assented and rose to follow their chief.It was a bold step, but the captain knew thatwhen discontent is springing up in the camp, itis best to turn the thoughts of the malcontentsinto another channel. He had seen some darklooks directed towards himself, and he hoped, bya bold stroke, to attach the hearts of his followersmore firmly to himself; or if that was not to be,he would seek death from his enemies rather thanfrom his own band.On they travelled, till reaching the edge of theforest they entered the rocky passes that led tothe great plain. Here the chief halted his band,and ordering them to lie down he went forwardhimself to reconnoitre. Sitting on the rocky peak,he scanned the whole of the vast plain beforehim. How still everything seemed. There to the


Captain Wolf 27left was one dark spot. By its motion he knewwhat it was,- one of the brown bears that hauntedthe neighbourhood. Should he attack him ? No,he thought not. Something else might be seenbefore long, and sure enough, what was that lineto the far right? surely it was some waggons orcarriages,-the very thing he wanted. His cryto his band was almost a scream, so delighteddid he feel, as, waiting but a moment to makesure that the whole troop was following, he setoff at his fleetest gallop towards the object he haddiscovered. What a long distance it seems, andyet how rapidly is it traversed by those hungry'wolves. The captain hopes they shall fall uponthe travellers unperceived, and secure an easyprey. But no, one of those youngsters has madea noise,-and the horses are kicking and plunging-they are discovered. Well, never mind, theyare in for it now, and must fight it out; and see !the travellers are frightened, they have unfastenedone of those struggling horses; they are going toleave him behind for those hungry wolves.'One!' thinks the captain; 'you are stingy,gentlemen. You have six, we must have half, at


28 Captain Wolfleast. Three! I shouldn't wonder if we havefour!'But the poor horse is loose, and trembling hetries to escape. What is the use of attempting itwith nineteen hungry wolves on his track, eachanxious to be the first to spring at his throat?He staggers, turns wildly round and tries to fightthe foremost wolf with his forefeet ; but two morespring on his flanks, others are gnawing his heels,down he goes,-it is all over with him, and thosestrong jaws are tearing his flesh.Meanwhile the travellers are hastening on theirway; they hope to reach the town before thewolves start again on their track, but the captain'seye is on them, and before the horse's bonesare picked quite clean, he has called off his packand urged them again to the chase. A secondtime they stop-a second horse is unharnessed-again the wolves are busy over their prey-againthe travellers whip the remaining horses into agallop, and seem to fly like lightning from theirpursuers. But, unsatisfied, once more they givechase, with like result; but this third horse is anoble creature, and, though shaking from head to


Caplain Wolf 29foot, he makes a gallant resistance, and some ofhis assailants are severely wounded by his violentkicks; still it is but a short struggle, and he, too,is on the ground and devoured almost before heis dead.The last chase is fruitless, the travellers havegained too much on the pursuers, and they returnbaffled of their last attempt, but well satisfiedwith the result of their foray, and thoroughly con-vinced of the bravery of their captain.As for our wolf himself, though somewhat ex-hausted with fatigue, he had seldom felt so wellsatisfied. The applause of his followers was verypleasant, especially that which was expressed bythe new recruits, who, their wild eyes flashingwith admiration, spoke and thought of nothingelse. Henceforward he had no need to fear amutiny in his troop, and he looked forward withpride to the account his son would receive on hisarrival; surely when he heard such stories of hisfather's valour, the young fellow would be proudto be admitted into his band.It was about a week after the above eventthat the young wolf arrived in fulfilment of his


30 Capt ain Wolfengagement; and the captain's paternal heart wasgratified by hearing many of the elder wolvesspeak in terms of the highest commendation ofhis son's figure, bearing, and general appearance.He was anxious to hear what success had attendedhis son's schemes for ensnaring the goat and herkid, and was greatly astonished to find that thoughthe mother had fallen into his paws, the kid hadsomehow or other managed to escape him. Theplan he had adopted for ensnaring the goat causedso much merriment among the young wolves thatthey were frequently called to order by theirseniors, lest the noise they made should attractattention and betray their lurking-place.He had observed, he informed them, that thissaid goat had a peculiar fancy for the leaves ofone particular tree, and accordingly he had paida visit to this tree in the night, and carried offseveral branches of it, which he hid in his hole tillan opportunity should offer of making use ofthem. One day, when she was browsing not faroff, he advanced quietly to the entrance holdingin his mouth one of these branches of leaves. Ap-parently she thought it was a sign of friendship,


Ca tain Wolf 31for, after eyeing him a few moments suspiciously,she had approached and begun to eat the leaves.It was the work of a moment for Master Wolf todrop the branch and seize the too confidinganimal, who was thus captured so off her guardthat she was unable to use her horns in self-defence. Why she was so particularly fond ofthese leaves he could not say, anyhow they hadserved his purpose and secured him a gooddinner.Such bursts of wolfish giggling greeted thisstory that more than one elderly wolf expresseddecided disapproval, and intimated his opinionthat such levity was dangerous in the extreme,which remark made a conceited young wolf shuthis eyes contemptuously, as if to express his de-termination not to be guided by the opinion ofhis elders. Such conduct was unbearable, and thecaptain felt himself called upon to interfere. Verydecidedly he let the young folks know that itwas his fixed determination to keep the newmembers in their proper place, and to repress allundue familiarity. He also remarked that it wasa well-known fact, that a wolf that could not


32 Captain Wolfmaintain a stern, rigid composure under all cir-cumstances was good for nothing, and would bea disgrace to any band.This observation was not without effect; theyoung wolves liked their new position too well tofeel inclined to change it; and they had discern-ment enough to see that the captain would notpermit them to remain under his command unlesshe was satisfied with their behaviour. So theycomposed their faces into the rather surly, moroseexpression, which is considered most becomingby wolves, and listened to a great deal of goodadvice from their elders with all due respect anddeference.Satisfied that they were convinced of theirfault, Captain Wolf turned his thoughts to othermatters.The anxiety respecting his own authority beingdispelled, he had leisure and inclination to makeplans for the future. He reviewed his band, andwas justly proud of its warlike appearance; for,with the exception of the old wolf, his friend,adviser, and patron, all were sturdy, healthywolves, well able to endure fatigue and privation.


Captain Wolf 33So confident did he feel of their loyalty and de-votion, that he could even look forward to theapproaching winter without any great degree ofdread. For the summer was fast passing away;the rabbits, frogs, and field-mice, were retreatingto their holes, and the pack would shortly becompelled to make great exertions for their ownmaintenance. But the captain's brain, alwaysfertile in devising plans, did not fail to supplyhim with numerous ideas which he hoped to carryout when occasion required, and the pine-forestwould still suffice them for shelter and defence.So it was with a brave heart that he saw thefirst signs of winter's approach; the trees strippedof their foliage, and the sharp winds blowing.But when the snow began to fall, and the rivers tofreeze, our captain's eye grew wilder; a sure signhe was intent on more desperate deeds. Oncemore the dismal stories began to be told of long andfruitless searches for food, and more than once hesaw his comrades suffering from the fearful attacksof illness, that the captain knew full well provedplainly that they had been striving to satisfy thecravings of hunger by devouring clay. Still thereD


34 Captain Wolfwas no murmuring, for all knew well that thecaptain suffered as much as the rest, and wereassured that, if it were possible, he would devisesome means for their relief.It was when things were growing desperate,and the hungry wolves had begun to despair ofever again seeing a lone traveller crossing thesnowy plain, or a stray reindeer venturing neartheir lair, that a bright thought flashed throughthe captain's head. His voice, with its joyousring, soon summoned his troop together, and,sitting on a high rock, he divulged his plan.That huge brown bear that they had oftenseen in the distance when they were bunting otherprey-why not attack him ? he might not be asnice as reindeer or horse, but still he would bemore eatable than clay, and far more digestible!If they all dispersed, it would be strange indeedif they could not find him, and, when once dis-covered, it would be the easiest thing in the worldfor the fortunate wolf to call the rest to his aid;some would be certain to be near enough to hearhis voice.Crowded around their leader, the ravenous


Captain Wolf 35wolves listened to his plan with rapture. Not oneobjection was raised; all were eager to start im-mediately, and seemed barely able to stay andhear his further directions.In twos and threes they set out; some for theplain where the expected victim had last beenseen; others for the rocks, where they fancied hehad his den.Accompanied by his son, the captain chose toexplore a distant part of the wood, and every-thing being thus arranged, the party dispersed.Many weary hours they pursued their search;their noses close to the snow; their tails betweentheir legs; their wild eyes scanning the distance;in vain, one by one, they turned their steps home-ward with no tidings of the much-desired animal;no hope of a meal to reward their toil.But the captain was not to be discouraged.After a short rest, he urged his followers to makeanother effort, and to resolve not to be balkedthis time. The bear, he felt convinced, wasnot very far distant, and have him they must.Once more, therefore, they set out, hunger com-pelling them to make the effort, though they were


36 Cataina Wolf.beginning to feel so weak and ill that their usuallyswift trot was changed to a languid crawl.Half the day wore away before any sound an-nounced success; but, at last, a sharp bark, ringingamong the rocks, brought a dozen wolves at least,crowding up the paths to the point whence thesound proceeded.It was the captain's young son that had madethe joyful discovery, and when his comrades reachedhim, he was crouching at the entrance of a hugechasm, while the bear, who had evidently beensurprised by such an unexpected visitor, seemedat a loss what to do. But when, instead of oneassailant, he saw a troop of more than a dozen,whose wild, hungry looks gave evidence of themost bloodthirsty intentions, his stock of courage-never perhaps very large, and now considerablyweakened by age- seemed completely to fail him,and, instead of rushing furiously out, and sellinghis life as dearly as possible, he threw himself onthe ground, and rolled over and over, growlingwith impotent rage and fear.Such a proceeding seemed for a minute ortwo so greatly to astonish his enemies, who had


Captain Wolf. 37expected to find him rather a formidable creature toattack, that they appeared quite at a loss to knowwhat to do, and stood watching him in silencewhile he rolled his great hairy body about, growingevery moment more paralyzed with terror.But their uncertainty did not last long.Having discovered the prey, the young wolfseemed to think that it behoved him to lead theattack. Rising deliberately from his crouchingattitude, he advanced cautiously into the cave,followed by his companions. Silently they fast-ened on the body of their prostrate victim, who,making no further resistance than by strugglingand growling, was rapidly overcome, and torn inpieces by his furious foes. To devour him wasshort work indeed, and almost completed beforethose wolves who had been most distant at thetime the young wolf uttered his cry for help,arrived to claim their share. Tough as he was,the old bear was greatly relished by those hungrywolves, who found it impossible to leave the spottill every morsel of him-skin, hair, and all-haddisappeared, and indeed it was a small mealenough for such a troop.


38 Captain WolfYou may be sure that the captain was rightproud of his son's performance, though, like a wisefather, he did not praise him more than he con-sidered advisable. He knew the young fellow'speculiar disposition, and was extremely careful toavoid nourishing his self-conceit. The rest of theband were pretty certain to compliment the youngwolf more than was good for him, and his youngcompanions would also make the most of hisachievement, hoping thereby to increase their ownimportance and consideration in the society. Allthe old wolves were so stupid they couldn't findthe bear, though they had been used to huntingfor years and years. These were the remarks thecaptain heard whispered among the juveniles ofthe pack, and, though at the time he appeared totake no notice of them, they served to give himbut a poor opinion of the rising generation. Heset himself to consider how he could best contriveto lower their opinion of their own powers; and,accordingly, the young wolves found themselvesfrequently required by their chief to perform dutiesentirely new to them, and quite beyond their powers.They did not know with what inward satisfaction


Captain Wolf 39the captain discovered and reproved their failures,in the hope that, by so doing, he should impressthem with a greater feeling of respect for theirelders, and render them less confident of their ownability.This system, steadily pursued, produced a greatchange in the course of a few weeks, and thecaptain was greatly pleased to see that most ofthe young wolves dropped quietly into the back-ground, and became more contented to be treatedas cubs, which indeed they still were. The elderlywolves congratulated him on the success of hisattempt, and gave him all the assistance in theirpower, keeping order in his absence and repressingthe quarrels that were continually breaking outamong the young ones, whom hunger alwaysrendered cross and irritable.But these constant toils and anxieties werealmost too much for the strength of the captain,worn as he was with long fasting, and the packwere one day alarmed by the tidings that theirchief was dying of hunger, and that, unless foodwas procured, he would never see another summer.And true enough, the captain's brave heart was


40 Captain Wolf.failing him at last; and as they crowded aroundhim to show their sympathy, it was almost morethan he could do to lift his head and thank them.Hungry, faint, and weak as they all were, not athought of devouring their starving leader seemedto enter their heads; but, with an aching fear attheir rough hearts, they dispersed far and wide tohunt for food; the merest scrap might save hislife, and they would work hard ere they would giveup hope of saving him. How they galloped,snuffed the ground, turned up the snow, searchedand hunted. At length, panting with fatigue, ayoung wolf brought to his leader's side a deadwolf cub, and, with transports of delight, relatedhow he had met a mother wolf carrying her babyin her mouth; how he had expressed a wish tosee it; she had put it down for him to examine;he had snatched it up, carried it off, and there itwas for the captain to eat.The dainty morsel was not to be refused, eventhough the captain was a father, and had oftenthought cubs very nice little things. The youngwolf had killed it before presenting it, and so,whatever scruples the captain, in his weak state,


Captain Wolf 41might have felt, had it been alive, were happilynow quite superfluous.Other small offerings afterwards arrived, butthe young wolf thought he should go wildwith delight when he heard the captain sayit was the cub that had saved his life. Howthe wolves felt when they saw their leaderon his legs again is more easily imagined thandescribed.But, though spared the dreadful death ofstarvation, the captain was not destined to live toan advanced age. That dreadful winter seemed asif it would never come to an end; even the oldestwolves declared that they had never before knownsuch a severe season, or one during which food wasso scarce. Every living creature, except them-selves, seemed to be either dead or gone to sleepfor the winter, and day after day the troop grewweaker and weaker, till they could hardly dragthemselves to the top of the rocks, from whencethey had been accustomed to watch for any chanceprey in the vast plain below.Often the dreadful suggestion was made thatone of the band must be sacrificed to feed the


42 Captain Wolfrest; but hitherto the captain had firmly resistedall attempts to carry out such a design. That heshould be able to prevent it much longer, hegreatly doubted, unless some scheme could bedevised for allaying the sufferings of the troop inany other way. At length, 'seeing that no otheridea was suggested, he one day called the bandtogether, and, after dwelling for awhile on thedeplorable condition of the whole assembly, heproposed to them that, as they might just as welldie in battle as at home of hunger, they shouldventure to make one foray into the neighbouringvillage, and see if they could not manage to carryoff some stray dogs or children.It was quite plain that many of the pack weretoo weak for such a fatiguing task, but there werequite enough for the undertaking who were stilltolerably vigorous, and hunger would supply thenecessary courage.Accordingly, under their captain's guidance, anumber of gaunt, savage-looking wolves departedwith drooping heads and hopeless looks, for noteven the chief's eloquence could now avail toinfuse hope into their bosoms. In sullen silence


Captain Wolf 43they pursued their way, and entered the villagejust as the early evening had closed in.A distant howling reached their ears, which,while it caused their eyes to light up with a glowof hope, made them stop to hesitate, for was itnot the voice of those tell-tale dogs, and would itnot certainly bring out men and guns, which, evenin their starved condition, these wolves still dreadedmore than anything else in the world ?But their captain cheered them on; his couragewas at its highest pitch; in fact, he was desperate,and would rather have died there and then thanhave given up the hope of food which the dogs'voices had excited.On, therefore, they went. The roads were de-serted, and not an object was to be seen over thevast snowy track that lay before them. But, atlength, the leader turns into a narrow road, at theend of which stands a solitary cottage, and, fol-lowed by one or two of the bravest of the pack,creeps stealthily up to it. All is silence ; no dogskeep watch around this tiny building; nothing fitfor food is to be seen. On again they go, downthe lane, till other cottages appear in view. And


44 Captain Wolfthere, in a yard, something is moving ; is it a dog ?if so, he is strangely quiet. Swiftly, but stealthily,our wolf creeps nearer; he is close ; and the child,for it is a child, has not yet discovered his danger.A low fence now only separates him from histerrible foes. Something has startled him; and,as he turns to see what it is, through the fastgathering darkness, three rough heads and a rowof glaring eyes meet his terrified gaze.A fearful scream rang through the air as thefrightened child rushed towards the cottage-door,and the next instant a huge dog, who had pro-bably been asleep till that cry aroused him, camedarting out to meet the intruders.Just in time; for, as he sprang at the captain'sthroat, the child had reached the door, and wassafe in his mother's arms, sobbing out, 'How threehorrid dogs were going to kill him, only Oscarcame and helped him.'And, in the meanwhile, Captain Wolf, for histwo comrades had slunk away, was fighting des-perately with the courageous dog. Disappointedof the child, he resolved to carry off his bravedefender, who, on his part, had very different


Captain Wolf 45intentions, for he fought, struggled, and barked, tillthe sound of the scuffle brought other combatantsto his aid.Then, for the first time in his life, the captain'sconfidence failed him; he knew that, though hemight hold his own against the strongest, bravestdog, he had enemies whom it was in vain toresist. Still he relaxed not the savage gripe inwhich he held the dog, or showed the least in-clination to seek safety in flight. Death hadcome; but, resolved to die fighting to the last, heonly bit the harder, and growled more fiercely, tillthe shot came that stretched him on the ground torise no more.


GUY'S TWO HOMES.'COME, then, what are you lagging behind for,Jenny?' said Widow Burns, as with a heavy bas-ket on her arm she trudged along the dark, mirylane towards her dwelling. She was tired outwith the four-mile walk which lay between thegreat town and her poor home, and she was sickat heart, with want, care, and sorrow; for theweather was severe, and with all her toil andlabour she could scarcely earn enough to feedherself and Jenny, or find money to pay forclothes, house-rent, and firing. So I am sure youwill not wonder that her tones were a little sharpwhen she repeated her call to Jenny, who had putdown the basket with which she, too, was laden,


Guy's Two Homes. 47and seemed for the time deaf to her mother'svoice. 'Come, then,' once more exclaimed Mrs.Burns, 'it's too cold and too late to stop to rest,Jenny; pick up your basket this minute, and comealong.'' I'm not a-going to rest, mother,' repliedJenny, 'but do stop one minute. Don't you seethis poor little dog? he seems half dead withcold. How can he have got here ? He must belost.''A dog!' said the widow, 'so it is; well, itcan't be helped, Jenny. I don't know whose itis, so we must just leave it where we found it; itain't ours, that's certain.'' 0 but, mother, it will die if we leave it here.Only see how it shakes and trembles, I believe itis dying now. Look, it cannot stand;' as Jennyspoke she placed the little creature, which seemedlittle more than six weeks old, on its feet, but itsank down immediately, uttering a feeble whine.'0 mother, do let me carry it home just for to-night; it is so pretty, it would be such a pity forit to die,' urged Jenny, the tears gathering in hereyes.p


48 Guy's Two Homes.Widow Burns had a tender heart, though shedid sometimes speak sharply; and though thethought did pass through her mind that dogs dosometimes eat a wonderful deal, she did not giveutterance to it, or make any further objection toJenny's desire than to say, 'And how are yougoing to carry him, child; just now the basketwas more than you could manage ?''Oh, I '11 put him into the basket,' repliedJenny, delighted at having obtained her wish ; 'hewon't make it any heavier.'Nor, indeed, did he seem to do so, for after shehad packed him in as snugly as she could, Jennywas in such a hurry to get home that she trudgedalong so fast that her mother found it hard to keeppace with her.It was but a cheerless home that awaited them,cold and dark, for the scrap of fire which theyhad left when they set out that afternoon to dotheir errands in the town had long ago gone out,and the cold wind without had discovered manycracks in the door and walls by which it couldmake its way into the old cottage. But in spiteof the cold and cheerless appearance of all within,


Guy's Two Homes. 49it was still home to the widow and Jenny, andtheir spirits seemed to revive when they werefairly in and the door fastened behind them.The widow struck a light, and then Jennyhastened to examine into the condition of herlittle protege. At first he was so still and quietthat she feared he was dead, but after a littlewhile her fears were removed by seeing himstretch himself and open his eyes. He reallywas a very pretty little fellow; and when Mrs.Burns had time to inspect him more closely, shecould not find in her heart to refuse him a littledrop of some skim milk which a farmer's wifehad given her that afternoon. The little animaldrank it eagerly, and from that moment hisdoggish heart was fairly won, and he seemed per-fectly contented with his new home. Before longhe fell asleep on Jenny's lap, and slept so soundlythat he never woke when she put him to bed forthe night in the basket he had travelled home in.Very much astonished, indeed, he was to findhimself there the next morning, instead of in hisaccustomed place, with his brothers and sisters, byhis mother's side. He did not much like to thinkE


50 Giztys Two Homes.about his mother, for he could remember quitewell how he had run away from her the daybefore, and when she called him to come back hehad pretended not to hear,-naughty little doggiethat he was! He looked around him; the basketwas nothing like such a nice bed as the strawwhere he used to sleep with his six brothers andsisters, and then it would be so dull there all byhimself; still he was a hopeful dog, and as thingscould not be mended he determined to make thebest of them.He was by no means sorry when, after wait-ing a little longer, he saw the face of his littlefriend, Jenny, peeping into the basket. 'She '11give me some more of that nice milk,' hethought, so he jumped up and began trying toclimb up the sides of the basket, that he mightget to her. Jenny was delighted to find that hewas quite recovered, and soon took him out ofthe basket and placed him on the floor in frontof the fire, where he sat down just like a big dog,and looked about him.He wondered how soon his breakfast wouldcome, and he was not kept long in suspense, for


Guy's Two Homes. 51he soon saw that Jenny meant to share hers withhim; she was going to use the cup and he wasto have the saucer, which he thought was certainlya very good arrangement. There was one goodthing, he thought, in being separated from hisbrothers and sisters, that he could get his break-fast in peace, without having to fight and scramblefor it, as he had been used to do; and besides itwas a great comfort to be sure that nobody wouldcome and say that one of his brothers was prettierthan himself.While these thoughts, and many others, wererunning through doggie's head, Jenny and hermother were settling what his name should be.At first, the widow said that, as it was plain hemust belong to somebody, she did not supposethat they would keep him long, but Jenny couldnot bear to think of giving him up, and urgedher mother to tell her a name for him.Accordingly, after due consideration, Mrs.Burns said that the only name she could thinkof was Lion, for that was the name of her mis-tress's dog in the family where she had lived tillshe married. But this name did not suit Jenny;


52 Guy's Two Homes.the little creature was not in the least like a lion,she argued; though, to tell the truth, she had verylittle idea what a lion really was like, never havingseen one. So she set her wits to work to findone she liked better while her hands were busywashing up the breakfast things, and the littledog, having licked his saucer till it was perfectlyclean, sat demurely watching her.'John won't do, mother, because that's aman's name, and so's Robert and Thomas; andMinnie is a cat's name, isn't it ? and Daisy is thename of the red cow at the farm. I might callhim Tiny, but then if he grows big it would beso absurd. I declare I don't know what to callhim.'Probably Mrs. Burns was thinking of more im-portant matters than a dog's name, for she madeno answer to these remarks, and presently Jennyresumed,-' What do you think of Solomon, mother; helooks so wise like, I think that would be a goodname ?'' It's too good a name for any dog, Jenny,' re-plied her mother; 'it's a Bible name, and I '1L


Guy's Two Homes. 53never have a Bible name given to a dog in myhouse,-no, never.'Jenny looked somewhat abashed, but the sub-ject was too interesting to be easily dropped; atlast a bright idea struck her: 'Mother, mother,'she exclaimed, 'do let's call him Guy Fawkes,after the ship that Jack's gone to sea in. Oh,that will be splendid;-yes, you shall be my littleGuy Fawkes, you shall, you dear little thing!' shesaid, dropping the cloth with which she was wipingthe cups, and snatching up the astonished littlepuppy and kissing him all over.So Guy Fawkes was to be doggie's name, andhe was well satisfied with it, though the widowsaid she half thought that name once belonged toa man, and not an over good one either; still nodoubt it would do well enough for a dog: butshe warned Jenny not to get too fond of him, assome day or other he was sure to be claimed,and they would have to give him up.But in spite of the widow's forebodings, daysand weeks passed on, and no one came to claimGuy Fawkes, or Guy, as he was generally called;and during this time he had grown such a big


54 Guy's Two Homes.dog that Mrs. Burns often said if he got muchbigger she could not keep him in-doors, he wouldhave to live in the little yard at the back of thecottage.This plan was by no means pleasing to eitherJenny or Guy, who were most devoted friends.If it had been in his power I think Guy wouldwillingly have stopped his growth, in order toavoid the dreary hour when he should have tolive out in the yard. But this was impossible;and though he sneaked quietly about the houseand tried to make himself look as small as pos-sible, the day came at last when the widow saidshe really could not let that great beast sleep intheir room; she was sure it was not healthy.So she begged an old barrel and some straw ofa neighbour, and prepared a really comfortablebed for Guy in the yard, The nights were gettingmuch warmer now, and really there was no reasonwhy a dog should not sleep very well out-of-doors.But Guy had heard Jenny beg that he might notbe turned out so often that he had begun to thinksuch a proceeding must be unjust and unkind.Accordingly, when he saw these preparations


Guy's Two Homes. 55made, naughty Guy resolved that if he could helpit he would not permit himself to be removed fromhis usual sleeping-place; and in order to makehimself as secure as possible, when it began togrow dark he retreated into a safe hiding-placeunder his mistress's bed.But Widow Burns had always kept her word,and when she said that Guy was to go out shemeant what she said, and Jenny knew her toowell to doubt that she would carry out her de-termination. Guy had never yet been allowed tohave his own way, and he might have knownthat it was useless to try for it now. It is truehe had his doubts and misgivings, and as he laycrouched up under the bed and watched the widowmaking her preparations for the night, his heartbegan to beat very loud and fast, and he almostthought it would have been better after all to sub-mit quietly.But to be so easily conquered, Guy could notquite bring himself to this point, though he knewquite well that if it came to a downright battlehe would certainly get the worst of it. The widowhad a horrid stick, which she kept for his ex-


56 Guy's Two Homes.press benefit, and Guy trembled all over when hesaw her take the stick down from the nail whereit hung behind the door, and approach his hiding-place.' mother,' pleaded Jenny, 'don't beat him,I 'm sure he'll go like a good dog. Guy, Guy,come here; good dog, come here.''Good dog, indeed!' said Mrs. Burns: 'whatbusiness has he to get under the bed ? Comeout, sir,-at once !''Oh, dear,' thought Guy, 'if I come out I shallbe beaten for getting under the bed; no, I '11 stayhere, I won't come out!' And he began to growland look as obstinate as any dog can look.'Good dog, indeed!' repeated the widow, 'a viletemper he's in; did you ever see such a face ?But I'll make you do as you're bid, sir;' and sosaying, she began to pull the bedstead away fromthe wall that she might get at him. But thiswas not so easy, for as fast as the bedstead movedso did Master Guy. At last the widow began tolose patience, and stooping down and lookingunder the bed, she tried to seize him by the neck;but Guy was growing desperate, his terror made


Guy's Two Homes. 57him almost beside himself, and as her hand wasclose to him, he made a sudden snap and seizedone finger between his teeth; the next moment,overcome with shame and remorse, he loosenedhis hold and slunk trembling out of his hiding-place.'Well,' said the widow, as she looked at themarks of his sharp teeth on her finger, 'that'sthe first time you have tried to bite, and I'll seeif I can't teach you not to do it again.' PoorGuy knew well what she meant, but he couldnot resist now, his wicked act had surprised noone more than himself; if any one had told himbefore that he would be guilty of using his teethto hurt his mistress, he wouldn't have believedit; and when, after a sound whipping, he foundhimself alone in his new lodging he felt as ifsome great change must have come over him,and he must have turned into another dog. Hethought of those dogs that he sometimes met inthe road, whom he was never allowed to playwith, and wondered whether they did such shock-ing things; he had a strong suspicion that theydid, for he had heard his mistress say one day to


58 Guy's Two Homes.Jenny when he was going out alone with her, 'MindGuy doesn't play with those low dogs, or they'llbite him.' Hitherto he had always looked downon these dogs, who never seemed to have any-thing to do, not even a basket to carry, which healways had when he went out; but now thingsseemed different; he began to be afraid that hismistress would call him a low dog; and if theseother dogs should happen to find out what he haddone, he thought he should never be able to holdup his head any more when he met them.These thoughts occupied him till he fell asleep;and when he woke the next morning and heardJenny calling him to come in to breakfast, he feltso ashamed of himself, that at first he pretendednot to hear. At last he summoned up courage toleave his tub and walk as far as the door, but nopats and caresses from Jenny could reassure himsufficiently to induce him to venture inside thedoor. It wasn't Jenny he had hurt, he thought.'Poor fellow poor fellow !' cried Jenny; 'mo-ther, he's afraid to come in.''And so he ought to be,' replied Mrs. Burns;but the good woman had no more intention than


Guy's Two Homes. 59Jenny of keeping him in disgrace; and when Guyheard her voice, as well as Jenny's, calling to him,his courage revived, and he ventured to cross thethreshold. Widow Burns was quite satisfied withhis submission, and Guy was soon quite happyagain, eating his breakfast with as good an appe-tite as if nothing had happened.Happily, however, for Guy and all concernedwith him, he did not soon forget the lesson he hadreceived, that teeth were given him to bite hisfood, and never intended to hurt his friends.The widow's cottage had now become Guy'shome, and Jenny and her mother had long ceasedto talk of having to part with him; least of all, didGuy himself ever anticipate a change in his cir-cumstances. Nevertheless, such a change was nowimpending.Widow Burns had hitherto supported herselfand Jenny by doing plain needlework, for whichshe was but poorly paid; so that often and oftenshe was sore perplexed and troubled to find themoney for her rent when the day came round forpaying it. During all the hard winter weather,things had been growing worse and worse, but she


60 Guy's Two Homes.had buoyed herself up with the hope that if shecould get on till summer time, she and Jennytogether would be able to earn some extra moneyby haymaking or haying, as the country folkscalled it, and 'that would be a great help, if theycould only manage to lay it by till the next wintercame round.But the hay season came and went, and themoney that it brought the widow was speedilyspent, for one of her most regular employers hadleft the neighbourhood, and Mrs. Burns had nowscarcely any work to do. Often and often thewidow wept, and said there was nothing for it;they would have to starve, and truly both she andJenny began to look very pale and thin.One day, when matters seemed at their worst,the farmer to whom they paid their rent, and whohad often showed them great kindness, called attheir cottage, and with him came a strange gen-tleman, who asked leave to see a fine young dogthat the farmer had told him they possessed.Guy was accordingly exhibited, and the gentlemanadmired him greatly, remarking that he hadseldom seen such a fine-grown puppy.


Guy's Two Homes. 61Guy, who had rather resented the stranger'sinterference at first, was greatly pacified by theseremarks, though he could not help wondering whyhe should be called a puppy, when everybody saidhe was such a big dog. But the gentleman's nextremark was by no means so pleasant.'Good woman,' he said, addressing the widow,'have you any thoughts of parting with this dog ?He is worth money, I can tell you, and I should bevery glad to have him.'The widow hesitated; she knew what it wouldcost Jenny to part with her friend, and yet at thatmoment she was at her wits' end for money. In-deed, I believe the last morsel of food had beeneaten, and the last penny had been spent the daybefore." I had not thought of it, sir,' she replied; 'butI am very poor; and if he stays here, it seems tome that he will have to starve; and-and-if-ifso be it were not to go very far, I think as how Iought to let him go.''It is not to go very far, certainly,' replied the"gentleman; 'I have taken the house at the en-trance of the village; Maplewood, I believe you


62 Guy's Two Homes.call it; and if you are willing to sell him to me, Iassure you I shall be quite willing for you and yourlittle girl to come and see him whenever you like.''Then, sir, if you please, I am afraid I mustlet him go, though indeed I am right loth to doit; but money's what we cannot do without, and,truth to tell, just now we need it sorely.'The gentleman looked at her compassionately,but he said nothing as he took his purse from hispocket, and laying down more money than thewidow had had for many a long day, turned toGuy, to try and make friends with him.But the dog had watched the whole transactionwith deep interest, and having, apparently, come tothe conclusion that somehow or other it concernedhim, and that in no pleasant way, was by nomeans inclined to look on the stranger gentlemanwith favour.'Ah! I see!' said Mr. Montfort, for that washis name,' Guy knows what has happened, and likesit no better than your little daughter there. Well,I think I had better leave him here for the present,and perhaps the little girl will bring him up to myhouse this evening.'


Guy's Two Homes. 63So it was settled, and Jenny and Guy had tomake up their minds to the separation as best theycould. Mrs. Burn tried to comfort them by as-suring them that she was certain Mr. Montfortwould be a kind master, and that she thought itwas very likely they would see each other veryoften, but Jenny was not to be so easily consoled.As for Guy, seeing the grief of Jenny, he feltconstrained to hide his own feelings as much aspossible, till the moment came when he was toleave the cottage. Then, though Jenny had fast-ened a string to his collar, for fear he should refuseto follow her, he tugged hard to turn back, andkept looking behind as long as the cottage was tobe seen.Maplewood was a stately house, standing in asmall park, and Jenny, who had never been therebefore, felt very shy and timid as she turned in atthe great iron gates. Guy, on the other hand, wastoo much interested in everything around him, andespecially in a herd of deer that were grazingunder some trees at a little distance to be troubledwith bashfulness or timidity.Before they had gone far, Jenny was greatly


64 Guy's Two Homes.relieved to see Guy's new master coming alongthe path to meet them, accompanied by two littlechildren, so beautifully dressed, that she thoughtthey must be going to some grand party, andtrembled lest Guy should be seized with a suddeninterest in them, and rub his dirty paws againsttheir white dresses. But when they saw the dogwith his little conductor, the two children uttereda scream of delight,, and ran to meet him, crying,'Here comes Guy Fawkes!' Then, as their papacame up, they broke forth into admiration of hiscolour, hair, eyes, and ears, which Jenny listenedto with great pleasure, for she thought, 'if theythink him so pretty, sure they will be kind to him.'Now Guy had a great fancy for little children;and it soon became evident that Sidney and Adiewere precisely to his taste. He made friends withthem at once; and when their papa suggested thatthey should show him the nice new kennel wherehe was to sleep, he allowed them to take the stringfrom Jenny's hand, and lead him off, withoutmaking any objection.Then, as they were near the house, Mr. Mont-fort called a servant, and desired that Jenny might


Guy's Two Homes. 65be taken to the housekeeper's room to have somesupper before she went home, and thus the partingwas managed with much less difficulty than Jennyhad anticipated.Meanwhile, escorted by his little friends, Guymade his first inspection of his new home,-thekitchen garden, the stables, the stable-yard, andcoachhouse, were all visited; and then, as it wastime for the children to go to bed, they led himback to his kennel, and wishing him good-night,left him to make his own comments on his changeof circumstances.His new kennel was certainly a very respect-able-looking abode; and Guy's first thought was,that he had certainly made a rise in the world : itis true that the gardener had fastened a longheavy thing to his collar, which prevented hisgoing far from his house, and was decidedly un-comfortable; but this did not trouble him much;no doubt it was to show everybody that came intothe stable-yard that he was somebody of conse-quence; in fact, the guardian of that great house;and therefore, though it was not altogether plea-sant, of course it was necessary.F


66 Guy's Two Homes.The guardian of that great house Guy feltdeeply impressed with his responsibility, and ear-nestly hoped that he should be faithful to histrust. He feared that there must be a great manypeople in that house; he had already seen moreservants than he could count, besides the dearlittle children, for whom Guy felt it would be anhonour and happiness to lay down his life; andthe master, whom, of course, he would serve andlove with his whole heart, because he was hismaster.Guy wondered whether his predecessor hadfound the situation a very hard one; and thismade him wonder what had become of his prede-cessor. The little girl had said, 'Oh, papa, he ismuch prettier than Jack;' and his master hadreplied, 'I hope he will be a much better dogthan Jack, as he is so young. We must take carehe learns no bad habits.' Guy remembered this,and wondered more and more what bad habitsJack had that made his master speak so ill ofhim, and what had become of Jack. Was he dead,or dismissed with disgrace from his situation ?As this was a very puzzling question, Guy fell


Guy's Two Homes. 6asleep before he had answered it to his own satis-faction; and when he woke the next morning, thenovelty of his present situation was so charming,that all thoughts of Jack were forgotten.Soon after breakfast, his two little friends ap-peared under the care of a tall, straight woman,whom they called nurse. With her help theymanaged to unfasten the chain, and set Guy free;and though he had made up his mind that it wasan honourable distinction, he was so glad to befreed from it, that he could not help boundingabout for joy.They started for their walk through the garden.It was very pretty, and the children were charmedto see that Guy behaved like a well-educated dog,and neither broke the plants nor ran over theflower-beds.' He is so sensible,' said little Adie. 'Jacknever could learn to walk on the paths; he seemedto think there was no fun in going for a walk if hemight not run over the beds.'' Nursie,' said Sidney, 'may we go and see theseal ? I want to know what Guy Fawkes will sayto it.'


68 Guy's Two Homes.'The seal!' replied nurse. 'Well, to be sure,you're always wanting to go and see that seal: aqueer thing it is; and why Mr. Groves gave it toyour papa, and why your papa was at the pains tohave a place built to keep such a thing in, I can'timagine; but Guy seems to have taken it into hishead to pay it a visit; so we'll go too.'A little building, standing by itself at somedistance from the house, had attracted Guy's at-tention. It contained a tank, and had been builtby Mr. Montfort to receive this rather strangepresent, which had been sent to him by an oldfriend, a sea captain, who had brought the creaturehome with him when returning from one of hisvoyages.The tank speedily attracted Guy's attention;he thought it was intended for a bath for him;and, accordingly, he lost no time in plunging in.But he suddenly paused, and started back, fora strange slimy thing rose out of the water, andpeered at him suspiciously out of a pair of veryround brown eyes. Guy jumped hastily out ofthe water, but the slimy thing came out too; andthe children laughed, and clapped their hands to


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Guy's Two Homes. 69see the seal and the dog eyeing each other as ifthey were not sure whether they were friends orfoes. But Guy was not disposed to leave thismatter long in doubt; he advanced cautiously,and gave the seal a soft pat, which the latter notresenting, Guy decided that, though certainly avery singular, he was a harmless animal, andmight safely be allowed to remain where he was.The children then pursued their walk; but thiswas not the only visit Guy paid to the seal.Before long they became intimate friends, and,though the seal was too shy and timid to returnhis visits, Guy always found a welcome when hewent to get a bath in the tank.His new home seemed full of wonders, and, ashe soon found to his cost, full of temptations to dowrong. The children and their nurse soon left thegarden, and entered the park, where Guy dis-covered to his surprise many other four-footedanimals besides himself. A herd of cattle werethe first that attracted his attention, and a strangelonging at once seized him to dash in amongthem, and_ make all run. But he resisted thisimpulse, and the cattle were safely passed, little


70 Guy's Two Homes.Adie remarking, 'See, nursie, what a good doggieGuy is; Jack used always to. run after the cowsand frighten them.'This, then, was one of Jack's bad habits; Guyresolved he would remember the hint, and showthat he was above such mean tricks; and, strongin this resolution, he managed to go quietly past anumber of deer which were feeding under sometrees on a grassy slope.Again, his self-denial drew forth warm praisesfrom the children, and Guy drew himself up, andbegan to think that he was the best dog in theworld. Alas! for such conceit; hardly had Sid-ney exhausted his powers of flattery, when Guybegan snuffling among the grasses, and scratchingthe ground, as if he was going mad.'Oh, nursie!' cried Sidney, 'it is a rabbit-hole.Papa said he would run after the rabbits, and thatwe weren't to let him.''We can't help it,' said little Adie: 'oh, nursie,call him; don't let him hurt the pretty rabbits.'But nurse called and coaxed in vain; Guycould not attend to anything just then, with such adelightful scent of rabbits under his nose, for he


Guy's Two Homes. 71had his nose and two paws thrust right into ahole, and it required all nurse's strength to pullhim away by his collar. One or two sharp blowsfrom her umbrella brought him to his senses again,and recalled the forgotten resolution to his me-mory; but it was with a deep sigh that Guy al-lowed himself to be drawn away from the spot,and led homewards, there to ponder over the dif-ficult question, how he could get at the rabbitsagain without being hindered.It seemed to him that nurse was destined to behis enemy, for all the rest of the walk she kept herhand on his collar, and when they reached homeagain, she said to one of the stable-boys, who wasloitering about the yard, You had best chain Guyup again at once, Tom, for he has found out wherethe rabbits are, and I shouldn't wonder if he gotover the fence into the park after them if he wasleft loose.'It was too bad of her to tell tales of him inthat way, Guy thought, so he stalked sullenlyinto his kennel, and lay down there, casting con-temptuous glances first at nurse and then at theboy who was going to chain him, while the


72 Guy's Two Homes.children stood by, wondering what made him lookso cross, and trying to persuade him to say good-bye before they went in to their lessons.The fact was, Guy's head was getting a littleturned with all the flattery he had received, andhe had begun to think nobody had any right toscold him; but a trial was in store for Master Guy,that he had by no means anticipated.One day, about a week after his arrival, Guywas basking in the sunshine in front of his kennel,when his master's voice fell on his ear and rousedhim from a half doze, in which he had been in-dulging. As in duty bound, he rose to greet hismaster as he approached, and then saw that hewas not alone; a lady was with him, and in herarms a horrid little white dog, not much biggerthan a kitten, which looked down upon Guy withan expression of condescending benevolence, whichseemed to say, 'Poor dog, how miserable it mustbe to live in a kennel; how glad I am I am notyou; I live in warm rooms; sit upon cushions;I don't even have to walk; my mistress carriesme; dear me, I wouldn't be you for all theworld.'


Guy's Two Homes. 73Guy would have dearly liked to give him agood shaking, but his master was there, so hedared not move or show any signs of his dislike,except by turning his head right away from thewhite dog and looking as disagreeable as possible.'You haven't seen Guy before, my dear,' saidhis master; 'What do you think of him? he '11 bea fine dog by and by, I should say.'' Very fine,' said Guy's mistress, 'but he doesn'tlook good-tempered; I hope he doesn't bite. Itwill never do for him to go out with the childrenif he does.''Oh, he won't bite,' replied his master kindly.'You won't bite, Guy, will you, my dog ? Youwon't hurt the wee children, I am sure.'It was so nice to feel his master's hand on hishead that Guy made a great effort and chokeddown his ill-humour, though he could not bringhimself to look at the white dog, or even at thelady who owned him, though she was his mis-tress too.'He doesn't like your little friend Floss,' re-marked Mr. Montfort; 'I've always noticed otherdogs are disagreeable when Floss is in the way,


74 Guy's Two Homes.and I can't say I wonder; she has an unpleasant,patronizing way about her.''Well, I don't like jealous dogs,' replied hiswife, 'but never mind, Floss, we '11 keep out ofthe cross dog's way, won't we? he shan't hurtyou;' and she hugged the little creature andkissed him, till Guy felt as if he did not knowwhich he loathed the most-the dog or its mis-tress.They soon went away, leaving Guy very un-comfortable, and decidedly of opinion that thelittle white thing was unworthy of the name of a


Guy's Two Homes. 75dog, and sincerely hoping that he should neversee it again.But in this hope he was disappointed. Flossseemed to have taken a great interest in him, andthough she was seldom allowed by her mistress toleave the house, whenever she could escape shewould rush straight to Guy's kennel, and, standingjust beyond the reach of his chain, would barkincessantly till she had quite exhausted herself,when she returned to the house. At first Guytried to show his dislike and contempt for hislittle tormentor by shutting his eyes and appear-ing perfectly unconscious of her presence, but aftera time, as she still persisted, his powers of en-durance completely failed, and he would boundbackwards and forwards endeavouring to free him-self from his chain that he might punish her forher impertinence, uttering at the same time suchhowls that the servants frequently came runningout to see what was the matter. Like many spoiltchildren, Floss's sole pleasure seemed to consistin tormenting, but, at last, she carried the amuse-ment too far, and was very near paying dearlyfor her maliciousness.


76 Guy's Two Homes.Now it chanced that among the many four-footed animals that found a happy home at Ma-plewood there was an extensive colony of cats, mostof whom lived in the stables, and were very wildand unsociable. But there was also a very beauti-ful kitten, which being a general favourite, wasallowed to live in the house or out of it, just as itpleased. Well, it happened that one day when MissFloss had made her way into the stable-yard inorder to make an attack on poor Guy, her plansbeing completely disconcerted by discovering thathe was unchained, and, therefore, anything but asafe victim, she turned her attention to poor kittythen seated quietly on the door-step. Thoughunprepared for the attack, kitty defended herselfvaliantly with claws and teeth, but she was faryounger and weaker than Floss, who was rapidlygaining the advantage, when two large stablecats came springing across the yard to the helpof their tiny friend. The battle soon grew des-perate. Floss would gladly have retreated, butthe two cats gave her no chance of doing so, andthe poor little white dog was in imminent peril ofhaving both her eyes torn out, when Guy, who had


Guy's Two Homes. 77been watching the conflict with deep interest,evidently began to think that Floss had sufferedenough, and that justice called on him to inter-fere.That nothing but a sense of duty made himtake this step was evident by the dignified wayin which he marched up to the combatants, andwithout molesting either of the huge cats, calmlytook Floss by the neck and walked away withher in his mouth till he reached the kitchen door,within which he placed her in safety.The two cats, for kitty had made her escapewhen her defenders appeared, seemed at firstdoubtful whether they should not transfer theirwrath to Guy, but, after due consideration and afew parting hisses, they returned to the stableto join in an exciting hunt after a family of micewhich had just been discovered.After this event Guy suffered no more fromthe persecutions of Floss, and kitty, too, was neveragain molested.Guy was now getting quite used to his newhome, and thoroughly experienced in all hisduties. The autumn brought new work and new


78 Guy's Two Homes.pleasures. His master went out shooting, andthen Guy felt how necessary and useful he couldprove himself. What numbers of birds they shot,for Guy never could think that his master hadany right to say ke shot them, for though it wasquite true that his master carried the gun and firedthe shot, yet it was always Guy that found thebirds, and what, so he argued, would have beenthe use of the gun if there had been no birdsto shoot ? This was always the time of yearthat Guy liked best; and he was very sad that,owing to an illness he had, he was quite unfitfor work during a great part of the third shoot-ing season after he came to live at Maplewood.For a long time he was very ill indeed, andthe servants, who came to see him every day, usedoften to say that they were afraid he would die,and, though he did not know what they meant,Guy always felt very melancholy when he sawhow sad they looked.His master, who did all he could to makehim well, used always to pat him and say, 'Nevermind, Guy, you '11 soon be better, and we '11 goout shooting again;' and that made him feel much


Guy's Two Homes. 79happier and for a little while he forgot the painsin his head while thinking of that pat and thosekind words. But the soon seemed a very longtime, in spite of all the nursing and kind atten-tion which helped him to bear the pain. Eventhe wild cats that lived in the stable seemed sorryfor poor Guy, and they would often come andpeep into his kennel to see if he looked anybetter. He wondered very much at this, for hehad been used to think cats the most cold-hearted,disagreeable creatures in existence; but he wasstill more surprised when two dogs who lived ona neighbouring estate, with whom he had neverbeen on friendly terms, called one day to see howhe was.Such civility could not be received with un-kindness, and though Guy could not help wish-ing they were more polished and respectable-looking dogs, he felt constrained to treat themin a friendly manner.But finding they were not repulsed, these twodogs came again and again, till Guy, whose sus-picions of their dishonesty grew continually, triedvarious means of putting a stop to their visits.


80 Guy's Two Homes.It seemed very curious that they should invari-ably time their visits so as to arrive just at din-ner-time, and Guy, who thought such conductgreedy in the extreme, determined to disappointthem. His appetite being far from good, he re-solved to delay his dinner till they were gone,and in order to prevent them from catchinga sight of it, he took the bones out one by onefrom the basin, and placing them in a great heap,he turned the basin topsy-turvy over it all so ascompletely to conceal it from view.The success of this experiment was perfect;the anxiety of the two dogs for the health oftheir friend seemed to disappear from that mo-ment, and Guy was greatly delighted to find hehad rid himself of them completely.Being relieved of the anxiety which the visitsof these dogs had occasioned him, Guy's healthbegan to improve, and before many days wereover he became so much better that confinementto his kennel seemed irksome in the extreme,and he jumped for joy when his master said tohim one day, 'Come, Guy, old boy, I thinkyou're well enough for a good long run; we '11


Guy's Two Homes. 81go out together.' So that horrid chain was takenoff, and Guy forgot all about his aches and painsin the delight of being free to jump and rushabout, which he did so frantically that his mas-ter laughed and said, 'Oh, I see, there's not muchthe matter with you. I believe you 've beenshamming all this while.'And really Guy felt so well and happy whenhe was once more in the green lanes, that hebegan to think so too, and to be seriously afraidthat he had been making a great fuss aboutnothing, so that he was quite surprised to findthat he soon grew tired, and that a leap over afive-barred gate seemed almost more than hecould manage. However, when he got home, heindulged in a long nap, and woke up, feeling quitewell and strong, and perfectly convinced that re-gular exercise would soon set him up, and five-barred gates would be as easy as ever before long.It was extremely pleasant to our old friend tofind that every living creature in and about Maple-wood rejoiced at his recovery. Sidney and Adiepaid him a visit of congratulation, and Guy wasextremely glad to see them again, for, during hisG


82 Guy's Two Homes.illness, their mamma had forbidden them to gonear him, lest he should snap at them. All thecats took care to let him know in one way oranother how pleased they were to see him aboutagain; and Guy, whose conscience told him thathe would not have troubled himself in the least ifhalf-a-dozen of them had died, began now to feelconvinced that there was more good in cats thanhe had ever before supposed.You may be sure that now he was well again,Guy often thought of the two dogs who hadseemed so interested in him for a little while ; andthe more he thought about them, the more uneasyhe became.If they were dishonest, as he could not helpsuspecting, he felt that he ought to keep an espe-cially watchful eye over that part of his master'sproperty that adjoined the estate where they lived;but how was he to find out what they were reallylike ? He thought and thought, and at last de-termined that the next time he was unchained andallowed to run about, as he often was, he would paythem a visit, that he might find out how they lived,and whether they seemed dogs of domestic habits.


Guy's Two Homes. 83Accordingly, a day or two after he had formedthis resolution, Guy set out to accomplish hispurpose.He had no difficulty in finding out where theirkennels were, for, as he had often accompanied hismaster when he visited the gentleman of thehouse, he had already a tolerably good idea whereto look for them.That they were empty did not greatly surprisehim, for, of course, it was likely enough both dogsmight have business elsewhere, or have gone outfor a walk with their master; but Guy thought hewould look about everywhere before he returnedhome.A little wood lay between his master's houseand theirs, and Guy was proceeding leisurelyhomeward under the shelter of the thick trees,when he perceived, at a little distance from him,the two dogs that he had been in search of. Ap-parently they had met with some accident; fortheir appearance and bearing was melancholy inthe extreme; their tails and ears were dropping,and they presented altogether such a forlorn as-pect, that Guy's sympathy was instantly awakened.


84 Guy's Two Homes.They had been hunting a ferret, so they toldhim, and the horrid creature, instead of runningaway, had turned and bitten them; so that theycould hardly move for the pain; and what wasworse, the ferret had got away unharmed, andwould, doubtless, get into the poultry-yards, anddo an immense deal of harm. Guy hoped with allhis heart, that he might have the luck to meetwith the formidable creature, and promised himselfthat, if he did, he would take care it should payfor its audacity; but he did not say what hethought; such remarks would have done no good;the two dogs were hurt, it was plain; and remem-bering how much good his master had done himduring his illness, he resolved to beg his assistancefor his two injured companions.Mr. Montfort was sitting in his study writingletters, when a sharp bark attracted his attention,and looking out of window he perceived Guyfollowed by two other dogs that were limpingin a most woe-begone manner, approaching thehouse. When Guy discovered that he had gainedhis master's attention, he uttered a joyful bark,and began capering round his companions with


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