Hector the dog

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Title:
Hector the dog
Series Title:
Aunt Louisa's London toy books
Physical Description:
10 leaves : ;
Language:
English
Creator:
Valentine, L ( Laura ), d. 1899
Frederick Warne and Co ( Publisher )
Kronheim & Co ( Printer )
Publisher:
Frederick Warne & Co.
Place of Publication:
London
Manufacturer:
Kronheim & Co.
Publication Date:

Subjects

Subjects / Keywords:
Dogs -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Rescue dogs -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1870
Publishers' advertisements -- 1870   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1870
Genre:
Children's poetry
Publishers' advertisements   ( rbgenr )
non-fiction   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage:
England -- London

Notes

General Note:
Cover title.
General Note:
Includes publisher's advertisement.
General Note:
Date from inscription.
General Note:
Attributed to Laura Valentine who used the pseud. Aunt Louisa.
Funding:
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).

Record Information

Source Institution:
University of Florida
Holding Location:
Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management:
All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier:
aleph - 001736204
oclc - 26099747
notis - AJE8893
System ID:
UF00026613:00001

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HECTOR THE DOG.Man loves the dog, the dog loves man:The dog is trusty, strong, and brave,And God has on the dog bestowedThe power and will man's life to save.And often has the tale been told,How, borne along in eager strife,"While struggling hard to rescue man,The noble dog has lost his life.-----^-----THE little inn of Martigny "Come, friend, give up thy toilsome walk,* Had but few guests on Christmas And spend thy Christmas with usEve, here.".SFor men at home made festive cheer, The landlord spoke with kindly voice,And cared not household joys to leave. Himself a well-train'd mountaineer.But near the door a trav'ller stood, "Nay, press me not," the man replied;Who with his host had earnest talk, "I must get home by Christmas Day.With knapsack girt and staff in hand, "The mountain-pass I know right well,SAll ready for a mountain walk. Its hoary peaks and boulders gray." "N ay stay to-night ; the w ay is long ; " T en y ears ago I left m y hom eDark clouds are flitting o'er the sky; My fortune in the world to seek:S? A storm is brewing, trust my word,- It seems to me a long, long timeii e raven's warning cry. last I saw these mountains bleak.dLtm;"ord


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"I promised them that, come what might, His father with his silver hair,I would be home on Christmas Day; His mother with her kind blue eyes,So farewell; may Gon's blessing be His sisters, little playmates once,-With me along my toilsome way." Would he their faces recognize?In the fast-fading evening light Colder and colder blew the' wind,He then pursued hisjlonely road, It whistled up the mountain-pass;Onward and upward throug he snow, The bldiding snow-storm flew before;Leaving behind him mans abode. The ice was slippery as glass.Above him rose the snowy peaks, Onward he went, but cautiously:Still glowing white agaiust the sky, '"Surely I have not miss'd my way?And many a crevasse, deep and wide, The night grows dark, 't is piercing cold:Around his path he could descry. Can I hold on till dawn of day?"Upward and onward still he toil'd, And still he battled with the storm,His heart was beating loud and fast: That every moment fiercer grew," He'd reach'd his own dear fatherland, And stronger came the dreadful thoughtDanger and toil were well-nigh past. That he the way no longer knew.He long'd to hear his father's voicer And now his,strength is ebbing fast;His mother's kiss once more to feel, His head is sinking on his breast.And in the quiet restful home Oh! could he in that fearful stormWith them once more in prayer to kneel. But find some sheltr, gain some rest!He long'd to spread before their gaze Happy for him that at that time,The honest gains of many a year, Alone upon the mountai-side,| |.with hard toil for those he lov'd, He knew that to his Father's loveAnd guarded with a jealous care. His life or death he might confide.L


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Te i eddying snow-wreath whirl'd around, Nor men alone composed the group t: uo:w hid the path, snow ill'd the air. Four dogs, of pure St. Bernard blood,1e fell unconscious to the ground, Or slept unconscious on the hearth,The object of a Fatr's care. Or by their masters proudly stood;Above the smooth white-sheeted snow Calm, lofty, steadfast, great, and strong,SThe conventwa6ls r darkt and high, A picture of the mountains round;SAnd bright the clear,s s d tar look'd Both dogs and masters in one tieS down Of kindly brotherhood fast bound.Frofi out the wind-s wt winter sky 'i ...." What was their life? had selfish amSPtaty shadows, broad and dark, Enticed them to this lonely spotay stretch'd along the moutain-side, Life's toil and burden to escape, .ih thenarrow windows gleam'd Its battle-field to enter not -: *:"M beaing logs of Chistmas-tideSlogs of 'ita-tlde No, surely; not in sinful ease :ihe holy Christmas Eve, The daily life of each was sp, 4Sjyin Christian hoI* t4be, But to fight hand in hand with aith*nd b this lonely monapt'ry Each nerve was strl%'d, each pqwrSfriendly talk and quiet glee was bent.' n ly none deerved it more For here, amongst th esno I a ice,Thn these lone men of lowly mind, The everlasting wintere: oltheir Master's steps to tread, Full many a weary travellerHd i left the pleaat orldi behind. Had died unknown sine days of old.It 4itis a scene for painter's art, And so to seek and save the loste n men so ca So ree from strife, These men and dogs W ving here;bore upon eoach r ged face Bravely they daily risk'd teir lives,fm re. *imp essoble N or e'er gave way to thought of fea r)-- .~


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Vespers are over. In the hall "Full sure, I guess," said Brother Ralph,The monks are gather'd round the board "Some traveller is out to-night,To celebrate the joyful feast And sure I am that for his life"With the best cheer their stores afford. With storm and snow he'll have to fight.The noble dogs are feasting now, "And if but once he miss the pathFed with kind hands and loving care, Hard by the precipice which winds,For if they share their masters' toils A fearful sight 't will be for himTheir joys and feasts they also share. The mangled traveller that finds."Brethren and friends," the Prior said, "But, see, the dogs are on the track;"The night grows wild, the storm gets See how with one consent they go;high, They've turn'd the point, they 're out ofThe dogs are restless; some must go, sight:If help is needed. to be nigh. And, hark! that baying down below I""This night we '11 sing our hymn to GOD The monks rush on with breathless speed,With shepherds and the angelic host; All on the strain, no word they say;But you will praise whilst yet you serve, But as they breast the storm-blasts' rage,And by the serving praise Him most." With silent earnestness they pray.So, taking hatchets, torches, ropes, They turn the point, and down belowThe monks and dogs together went; The eager, striving dogs they see,They make towards the mountain-pass, All on a narrow ledge that hangsAnd soon the dogs are on a scent. Projecting o'er the icy sea.Smelling and sniffing through the storm, There's one way down, but e'enin lightTheir noble heads bent to the snow, When-all is calm, on summer's day,Close fbllow'd by the stalwart monks, While in pursuit of mountain goat,They bravely up the mountain go. The hunter dreads that dizzy way.


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The brothers pause, and peering down, Anxious and eager rush the dogsEach grasps the other as he stands; To where a face of hopeful glowThe noble hounds will do till death And firm resolve, in death-like swoon,What their life-saving law commands. Peers upward from the open'd snow.First one and then the other down What dogs could do these dogs have done;That fearfl steep, with shuddering Man's skill and care must do the rest;That fearful steep, with shudderingcrAnd sooner far than could be thoughtcry,They creep, they cringe, they bound, they Their efforts with success were blestroll, But other cares await them now:And now on snow-slip swiftly fly. No sooner had they shown the man,.Then, darting off with eager haste,The snow-slip takes a happy turn, The hounds to farther distance ran.And lands them on the icy sea,And sharp glad barkings upward send Hector they seek with whine and cries;The tidings of their victory. They scratch the appalling mound Qfsnow, ISAnd thanks to GoD! the storm is past, Which, loosen'd from the mountainsldeThe gentle moon gives out her light Had swept them with it down below.To guide their footsteps down each steep, ain work for dogs! vain work for meAnd aid their swing from height to Thousands of tons of iceThousands of tons of ice and snowyiheight.heigh Heap'd up in one vast funeral pile,. Poor Hector holds entombed below.They reach at length the seaof ice,Three dogs come bounding to their Alas! poor Hector! Gone for himside: Those scampers on the mountain's side,The fourth, brave Hector, where was he Where to lead men from height to heightHurl'd by the avalanche's slide? Still upward, was his joy and pride.'s.' **


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one the sweet smell of pine-clad hill, Then on with heavy hearts and slowI The bright blue sky, the sunny slope, They bear wit6 toil the rescued man,",The torrent's roar, the eagle's cry, Mounting still upward to the height"'SThe foes with which he used to cope. From whence their steep descent began.|'or winter oft would send the wolf And slow, and hanging low their heads.STo prowl among the flocks below, ,As if oppress'd by sense of shameAnd oft the bear would seek the herds Mingled with grief, the noble houndsThat shudder'd on their path of snow. In silence to the convent came.SThere watchful care attends the couch":,hen mighty courage .illed the heartmighty courage illed the heart Where rests the traveller return'd," Of Hector, bravest of the brave, A s: And swift feet carry to his homeip forth he rushed with eager hasteSf h r w e Good news from one they might haveSThe trembling flocks and herds to save.mourn'd.t now no more: his work is d ne; But as each Christmas-tide return'd,, The dog has met a hero's end I And still he toil'd in life's rough way,iideep-drawn sigh the brethren mourn With thankful praise he join'd in thoughtSTheir mute companion and their friend. Hector, the dog, and Christmas Day.. .' ::.


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HECTOR THE DOG. Man loves the dog, the dog loves man: The dog is trusty, strong, and brave, And God has on the dog bestowed The power and will man's life to save. And often has the tale been told, How, borne along in eager strife, "While struggling hard to rescue man, The noble dog has lost his life. -----^----THE little inn of Martigny "Come, friend, give up thy toilsome walk, Had but few guests on Christmas And spend thy Christmas with us Eve, here.". SFor men at home made festive cheer, The landlord spoke with kindly voice, And cared not household joys to leave. Himself a well-train'd mountaineer. But near the door a trav'ller stood, "Nay, press me not," the man replied; Who with his host had earnest talk, "I must get home by Christmas Day. With knapsack girt and staff in hand, "The mountain-pass I know right well, SAll ready for a mountain walk. Its hoary peaks and boulders gray. "N ay stay to-night ; the w ay is long ; T en y ears ago I left m y hom e Dark clouds are flitting o'er the sky; My fortune in the world to seek: S? A storm is brewing, trust my word,It seems to me a long, long time ii e raven's warning cry. last I saw these mountains bleak. dLtm;"ord



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one the sweet smell of pine-clad hill, Then on with heavy hearts and slow I The bright blue sky, the sunny slope, They bear wit6 toil the rescued man, ",The torrent's roar, the eagle's cry, Mounting still upward to the height"' SThe foes with which he used to cope. From whence their steep descent began. |'or winter oft would send the wolf And slow, and hanging low their heads. STo prowl among the flocks below, ,As if oppress'd by sense of shame And oft the bear would seek the herds Mingled with grief, the noble hounds That shudder'd on their path of snow. In silence to the convent came. SThere watchful care attends the couch ":,hen mighty courage .illed the heart mighty courage illed the heart Where rests the traveller return'd, Of Hector, bravest of the brave, A s : And swift feet carry to his home ip forth he rushed with eager haste Sf h r w e Good news from one they might have SThe trembling flocks and herds to save. mourn'd. t now no more: his work is d ne; But as each Christmas-tide return'd, The dog has met a hero's end I And still he toil'd in life's rough way, iideep-drawn sigh the brethren mourn With thankful praise he join'd in thought STheir mute companion and their friend. Hector, the dog, and Christmas Day. .. ., ::.



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Vespers are over. In the hall "Full sure, I guess," said Brother Ralph, The monks are gather'd round the board "Some traveller is out to-night, To celebrate the joyful feast And sure I am that for his life "With the best cheer their stores afford. With storm and snow he'll have to fight. The noble dogs are feasting now, "And if but once he miss the path Fed with kind hands and loving care, Hard by the precipice which winds, For if they share their masters' toils A fearful sight 't will be for him Their joys and feasts they also share. The mangled traveller that finds. "Brethren and friends," the Prior said, "But, see, the dogs are on the track; "The night grows wild, the storm gets See how with one consent they go; high, They've turn'd the point, they 're out of The dogs are restless; some must go, sight: If help is needed. to be nigh. And, hark! that baying down below I" "This night we '11 sing our hymn to GOD The monks rush on with breathless speed, With shepherds and the angelic host; All on the strain, no word they say; But you will praise whilst yet you serve, But as they breast the storm-blasts' rage, And by the serving praise Him most." With silent earnestness they pray. So, taking hatchets, torches, ropes, They turn the point, and down below The monks and dogs together went; The eager, striving dogs they see, They make towards the mountain-pass, All on a narrow ledge that hangs And soon the dogs are on a scent. Projecting o'er the icy sea. Smelling and sniffing through the storm, There's one way down, but e'enin light Their noble heads bent to the snow, When-all is calm, on summer's day, Close fbllow'd by the stalwart monks, While in pursuit of mountain goat, They bravely up the mountain go. The hunter dreads that dizzy way.



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The brothers pause, and peering down, Anxious and eager rush the dogs Each grasps the other as he stands; To where a face of hopeful glow The noble hounds will do till death And firm resolve, in death-like swoon, What their life-saving law commands. Peers upward from the open'd snow. First one and then the other down What dogs could do these dogs have done; That fearfl steep, with shuddering Man's skill and care must do the rest; That fearful steep, with shuddering crAnd sooner far than could be thought cry, They creep, they cringe, they bound, they Their efforts with success were blest roll, But other cares await them now: And now on snow-slip swiftly fly. No sooner had they shown the man,. Then, darting off with eager haste, The snow-slip takes a happy turn, The hounds to farther distance ran. And lands them on the icy sea, And sharp glad barkings upward send Hector they seek with whine and cries; The tidings of their victory. They scratch the appalling mound Qf snow, IS And thanks to GoD! the storm is past, Which, loosen'd from the mountainslde The gentle moon gives out her light Had swept them with it down below. To guide their footsteps down each steep, ain work for dogs! vain work for me And aid their swing from height to Thousands of tons of ice Thousands of tons of ice and snowyi height. heigh Heap'd up in one vast funeral pile, .Poor Hector holds entombed below. They reach at length the seaof ice, Three dogs come bounding to their Alas! poor Hector! Gone for him side: Those scampers on the mountain's side, The fourth, brave Hector, where was he Where to lead men from height to height Hurl'd by the avalanche's slide? Still upward, was his joy and pride. 's.' ., ..** , .!'



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Te i eddying snow-wreath whirl'd around, Nor men alone composed the group t : uo:w hid the path, snow ill'd the air. Four dogs, of pure St. Bernard blood, 1e fell unconscious to the ground, Or slept unconscious on the hearth, The object of a Fatr's care. Or by their masters proudly stood; Above the smooth white-sheeted snow Calm, lofty, steadfast, great, and strong, SThe conventwa6ls r darkt and high, A picture of the mountains round; SAnd bright the clear,s s d tar look'd Both dogs and masters in one tie S down Of kindly brotherhood fast bound. Frofi out the wind-s wt winter sky i ....." What was their life? had selfish am SPtat y sh adow s, broad and dark E nticed th em to this lonely spot ay stretch'd along the moutain-side, Life's toil and burden to escape, .i h thenarrow windows gleam'd Its battle-field to enter not -: *:" M beaing logs of Chistmas-tide Slogs of 'ita-tlde No, surely; not in sinful ease : ihe holy Christmas Eve, The daily life of each was sp, 4 Sjyin Christian hoI* t4be, But to fight hand in hand with aith *nd b this lonely monapt'ry Each nerve was strl%'d, each pqwr Sfriendly talk and quiet glee was bent. n ly none deerved it more For here, amongst th esno I a ice, Thn these lone men of lowly mind, The everlasting wintere: ol their Master's steps to tread, Full many a weary traveller Hd i left the pleaat orldi behind. Had died unknown sine days of old. It 4itis a scene for painter's art, And so to seek and save the lost e n men so ca, So ree from strife, These men and dogs W ving here; bore upon eoach rged face Bravely they daily risk'd teir lives, fm re. *imp essoble N or e'er gave way to thought of fea r )-.~





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"I promised them that, come what might, His father with his silver hair, I would be home on Christmas Day; His mother with her kind blue eyes, So farewell; may Gon's blessing be His sisters, little playmates once,With me along my toilsome way." Would he their faces recognize? In the fast-fading evening light Colder and colder blew the' wind, He then pursued hisjlonely road, It whistled up the mountain-pass; Onward and upward throug he snow, The bldiding snow-storm flew before; Leaving behind him mans abode. The ice was slippery as glass. Above him rose the snowy peaks, Onward he went, but cautiously: Still glowing white agaiust the sky, '"Surely I have not miss'd my way? And many a crevasse, deep and wide, The night grows dark, 't is piercing cold: Around his path he could descry. Can I hold on till dawn of day?" Upward and onward still he toil'd, And still he battled with the storm, His heart was beating loud and fast: That every moment fiercer grew, He'd reach'd his own dear fatherland, And stronger came the dreadful thought Danger and toil were well-nigh past. That he the way no longer knew. He long'd to hear his father's voicer And now his,strength is ebbing fast; His mother's kiss once more to feel, His head is sinking on his breast. And in the quiet restful home Oh! could he in that fearful storm With them once more in prayer to kneel. But find some sheltr, gain some rest! He long'd to spread before their gaze Happy for him that at that time, The honest gains of many a year, Alone upon the mountai-side, | |.with hard toil for those he lov'd, He knew that to his Father's love And guarded with a jealous care. His life or death he might confide. L