;-NRLF B M DbS 3fi3 OUR FRIEND THE DOG X X OUR FRIEND THE DOG BY MAURICE MAETERLINCK AUTHOR OF " THE LIFE OF THE BEE," ETC. TRANSLATED BY ALEXANDER TEIXEIRA DE MATTOS ILLUSTRATED BY CECIL ALDEN X X DC XT X k NEW YORK DODD, MEAD & COMPANY I9i3 • xl COPYRIGHT, 1908, BY THE CENTURY Co. COPYRIGHT, 190^, BY DODD, MEAD & COMPAQ T Published, October, 1918 OUR FRIEND THE DOG s*~ 273403 OUR FRIEND THE DOG I T HAVE lost, within these last •*• few days, a little bull-dog. He had just completed the sixth month of his brief existence. He had no history. His intelli- gent eyes opened to look - out upon the world, to love man- kind, then closed again on the cruel secrets of death. The friend who presented me with him had given him, ( per- H 3 H ^Ha ' - . OUR FRIEND THE DOG haps by antiphrasis, the startling name of Pelleas. Why rechris- ten him? For how can a poor dog, loving, devoted, faithful, disgrace the name of a man or an imaginary hero? i^*^^^ Pelleas had a great bulging, powerful forehead, like that of Socrates or Verlaine; and, under a little black nose, blunt as a churlish assent, a pair of large hanging and symmetrical chops, which made his head a sort of massive, obstinate, pensive and H 4 H c r~ OUR FRIEND THE DOG three-cornered menace. He was beautiful after the manner of a beautiful, natural monster that has complied strictly with the laws of its species. And what a smile of attentive obligingness, of incorruptible innocence, of affec- tionate submission, of boundless gratitude and total self-abandon- ment lit up, at the least caress, that adorable mask of ugliness! Whence exactly did that smile emanate? From the ingenuous and melting eyes? From the H 5 H r*d rd OUR FRIEND THE DOG ears pricked up to catch the words of man? From the fore- head that unwrinkled to appreci- ate and love, or from the stump of a tail that wriggled at the other end to testify to the inti- mate and impassioned joy that filled his small being, happy once more to encounter the hand or the glance of the god to whom he surrendered himself?^ Pelleas was born in Paris, and I had taken him to the country. His bonny fat paws, shapeless H 6 H re re re re re re OUR FRIEND THE DOG and not yet stiffened, carried slackly through the unexplored pathways of his new existence his huge and serious head, flat- nosed and, as it were, rendered heavy with thought. For this thankless and rather sad head, like that of an over- worked child, was beginning the overwhelming work that op- presses every brain at the start of life. He had, in less than five or six weeks, to get into his mind, taking shape within it, an H 7 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG image and a satisfactory concep- tion of the universe. Man, aided by all the knowledge of his own elders and his brothers, takes thirty or forty years to outline that conception, but the humble dog has to unravel it for himself in a few days: /and yet, in the eyes of a god, who should know all things, would it not have the same weight and the same value as our own?) It was a question, then, of studying the ground, which can H 8 H -^ i OUR FRIEND THE DOG be scratched and dug up and which sometimes reveals surpris- ing things; of casting at the sky, which is uninteresting, for there is nothing there to eat, one glance that does away with it for good and all; of discovering the grass, the admirable and green grass, the springy and cool grass, a field for races and sports, a friendly and boundless bed, ( in which lies hidden the good and wholesome couch-grass. ) It was a question, also, of taking pro- H 9 H X— '^ OUR FRIEND THE DOG miscuously a thousand urgent and curious observations. It was necessary, for instance, with no other guide than pain, to learn to calculate the height of objects from the top of which you can jump into space; to convince yourself that it is vain to pursue birds who fly away and that you are unable to clamber up trees after the cats who defy you there ; to distinguish between the sunny spots where it is delicious to sleep and the patches of shade H 10 OUR FRIEND THE DOG in which you shiver; to remark with stupefaction that the rain does not fall inside the houses, that water is cold, uninhabitable and dangerous, while fire is beneficent at a distance, but ter- rible when you come too near; to observe that the meadows, the farm-yards and sometimes the roads are haunted by giant creatures with threatening horns, creatures good-natured, perhaps, and, at any rate, silent, creatures who allow you to sniff at them HUH OUR FRIEND THE DOG a little curiously without taking offence, but who keep their real thoughts to themselves. It was necessary to learn, as the result of painful and humiliating ex- periment, that you are not at liberty to obey all nature's laws without distinction in the dwell- ing of the gods ; to recognize that the kitchen is the privileged and most agreeable spot in that divine dwelling, although you are hardly allowed to abide in it because of the cook, who is a considerable, H 12 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG but jealous power; to learn that doors are important and capri- cious volitions, which sometimes lead to felicity, but which most often, hermetically closed, mute and stern, haughty and heartless, remain deaf to all entreaties; to admit, once and for all, that the essential good things of life, the indisputable blessings, generally imprisoned in pots and stewpans, are almost always inaccessible; to know how to look at them with laboriously-acquired indiffer^ H i3 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG ence and to practise to take no notice of them, saying to your- self that here are objects which are probably sacred, since merely to skim them with the tip of a respectful tongue is enough to let loose the unanimous anger of all the gods of the house. And then, what is one to think of the table on which so many things happen that cannot be guessed; of the derisive chairs on which one is forbidden to sleep; of the plates and dishes H i4 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG that are empty by the time that one can get at them ; of the lamp that drives away the dark? . . . How many orders, dangers, pro- hibitions, problems, enigmas has one not to classify in one's over- burdened memory ! . . . And how to reconcile all this with other laws, other enigmas, wider and more imperious, which one bears within one's self, within one's in- stinct, which spring up and de- velop from one hour to the other, which come from the depths of H i5 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG time and the race, invade the blood, the muscles and the nerves and suddenly assert themselves more irresistibly and more power- fully than pain, the word of the master himself, or the fear of death ? Thus, for instance, to quote only one example, >vhen the hour of sleep has struck for men, you ka¥e~ retire^ to your hole, sur- rounded by the darkness, the silence and the formidable soli- tude of the night. All is sleep 16 OUR FRIEND THE DOG in the master's house. You feel yourself very small and weak in the presence of the mystery. You know that the gloom is peopled with foes who hover and lie in wait. You suspect the trees, the passing wind and the moonbeams. You would like to hide, to sup- press yourself by holding your breath. But still the watch must be kept; you must, at the least sound, issue from your retreat, face the invisible and bluntly dis- turb the imposing silence of the M 17 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG earth, at the risk of bringing down the whispering evil or crime upon yourself alone. Who- ever the enemy be, even if he be man, that is to say, the very brother of the god whom it is your business to defend, you must attack him blindly, fly at his throat, fasten your perhaps sacrilegious teeth into human flesh, disregard the spell of a hand and voice similar to those of your master, never be silent, never attempt to escape, never H 18 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG allow yourself to be tempted or bribed and, lost in the night without help, prolong the heroic alarm to your last breath. There is the great ancestral duty, the essential duty, stronger than death, which not even man's will and anger are able to check. All our humble history, linked with that of the dog in our first struggles against every breath- ing thing, tends to prevent his forgetting it. And when, in our safer dwelling-places of to-day, H 19 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG we happen to punish him for his untimely zeal, he throws us a glance of astonished reproach, as though to point out to us that we are in the wrong and that, if we lose sight of the main clause in the treaty of alliance which he made with us at the time when we lived in caves, forests and fens, he continues faithful to it in spite of us and remains nearer to the eternal truth of life, which is full of snares and hostile forces. \ H 20 H ^Y OUR FRIEND THE DOG But how much care and study are needed to succeed in fulfil- ling this duty! And how com- plicated it has become since the days of the silent caverns and the great deserted lakes ! It was all so simple, then, so easy and so clear. The lonely hollow opened upon the side of the hill, and all that approached, all that moved on the horizon of the plains or woods, was the un- L X**** mistakable enemy. . . . But to- day you can no longer tell. . . . H 21 H ~Y :x ^^ .**& OUR FRIEND THE DOG You have to acquaint yourself with a civilization of which you disapprove, to appear to under- stand a thousand incomprehen- sible things. . . . Thus, it seems evident that henceforth the whole world no longer belongs to the master, that his property con- forms to unintelligible limits. . . . It becomes necessary, therefore, first of all to know exactly where the sacred domain begins and ends. Whom are you to suffer, whom to stop? . . . There is H 22 H > < XT x OUR FRIEND THE DOG the road by which every one, even the poor, has the right to pass. Why? You do not know; it is a fact which you deplore, but which you are bound to ac- cept. Fortunately, on the other hand, here is the fair path which none may tread. This path is faithful to the sound traditions; it is not to be lost sight of; for by it enter into your daily exist- ence the difficult problems of life. Would you have an example? You are sleeping peacefully in OUR FRIEND THE DOG a ray of the sun that covers the threshold of the kitchen with pearls. The earthenware pots are amusing themselves by elbowing and nudging one another on the edge of the shelves trimmed with paper lace-work. The copper stewpans play at scattering spots of light over the smooth white walls. The motherly stove hums a soft tune and dandles three saucepans blissfully dancing; and, from the little hole that lights up its inside, defies the good dog H a4 H ^ . — -A-. OUR FRIEND THE DOG who cannot approach, by con- stantly putting out at him its fiery tongue. The clock, bored in its oak case, before striking the august hour of meal time, swings its great gilt navel to and fro ; and the cunning flies tease your ears. On the glitter- ing table lie a chicken, a hare, three partridges, besides other things which are called fruits — peaches, melons, grapes — and which are all good for nothing. The cook guts a big silver fish H 25 h OUR FRIEND THE DOG and throws the entrails (instead of giving them to you !) into the dust-bin. Ah, the dust-bin ! In- exhaustible treasury, receptacle of windfalls, the jewel of the house ! You shall have your share of it, an exquisite and surreptitious share ; but it does not do to seem to know where it is. You are strictly forbidden to rummage in it. Man in this way prohibits many pleasant things, and life would be dull indeed and your days empty if you had to obey all H 26 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG the orders of the pantry, the cellar and the dining-room. Luckily, he is absent-minded and does not long remember the instructions which he lavishes. He is easily deceived. You achieve your ends and do as you please, provided you have the patience to await the hour. You are subject to man, and he is the one god; but you none the less have your own personal, exact and imperturbable morality, which proclaims aloud that illicit acts become most law- H 27 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG ful through the very fact that they are performed without the master's knowledge. Therefore, let us close the watchful eye that has seen. Let us pretend to sleep and to dream of the moon. . . . Hark! A gentle tapping at the blue window that looks out on the garden! What is it? Noth- ing; a bough of hawthorn that has come to see what we are do- ing in the cool kitchen. Trees are inquisitive and often excited ; but they do not count, one has H 28 H ~. OUR FRIEND THE DOG nothing to say to them, they are irresponsible, they obey the wind, which has no principles. . . . But what is that? I hear steps! . . . Up, ears open; nose on the alert! ... It is the baker coming up to the rails, while the postman is opening a little gate in the hedge of lime- trees. They are friends; it is well; they bring something: you can greet them and wag your tail discreetly twice or thrice, with a patronizing smile. ... »-i L_. Ha9H OUR FRIEND THE DOG Another alarm! What is it now? A carriage pulls up in front of the steps. The problem is a complex one. Before all, it is of consequence to heap copi- ous insults on the horses, great, proud beasts, who make no reply. Meantime, you examine out of the corner of your eye the persons alighting. They are well-clad and seem full of confidence. They are probably going to sit at the table of the gods. The proper thing is to bark without acrimony, with a H 3o H OUR FRIEND THE DOG shade of respect, so as to show that you are doing your duty, but that you are doing it with intelli- gence. Nevertheless, you cherish a lurking suspicion and, behind the guests' backs, stealthily, you sniff the air persistently and in a knowing way, in order to discern any hidden intentions. But halting footsteps resound outside the kitchen. This time it is the poor man dragging his crutch, the unmistakable enemy, the hereditary enemy, the direct H 3i H OUR FRIEND THE DOG descendant of him who roamed outside the bone-cramped cave which you suddenly see again in your racial memory. Drunk with indignation, your bark broken, your teeth multiplied with hatred and rage, you are about to seize their reconcilable adversary by the breeches, when the cook, armed with her broom, the ancillary and )fors worn sceptre, comes to protect the traitor, and you are obliged to go back to your hole, where, with eyes filled with im- H 3a H OUR FRIEND THE DOG potent and slanting flames, you growl out frightful, but futile curses, thinking within yourself that this is the end of all things, and that the human species has lost its notion of justice and in- justice. . . . Is that all? Not yet;(fbr the smallest life is made up of innu- merous duties, and it is a long work to organize a happy exist- ence upon the borderland of two such different worlds as the world of beasts and the world of men. H 33 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG How should we fare if we had to serve, while remaining within our own sphere, a divinity, not an imaginary one, like to our- selves, because the offspring of our own brain, but a god actually visible, ever present, ever active and as foreign, as superior to our being as we are to the dog?J We now, (to return to Pelleasj know pretty well what to do and how to behave on the master's premises. But the world does not end at the house-door, and, H 34 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG beyond the walls and beyond the hedge, there is a universe of which one has not the custody, where one is no longer at home, where relations are changed. How are we to stand in the street, in the fields, in the market-place, in the shops? In consequence of diffi- cult and delicate observations, we understand that we must take no notice of passers-by ; obey no calls but the master's ; be polite, with in- difference, to strangers who pet us. Next, we must conscientiously ful- H 35 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG fil certain obligations of mysterious courtesy toward our brothers the other dogs; respect chickens and ducks; not appear to remark the cakes at the pastry-cook's, which spread themselves insolently within reach of the tongue ; show to the cats, who, on the steps of the houses, provoke us by hideous grimaces, a silent contempt, but one that will not forget; and re- member that it is lawful and even commendable to chase and strangle mice, rats, wild rabbits and, gen- H 36 H OUR FRIEND ' IE DOG q erally speaking, all animals (we learn to know them by secret marks) that have not yet made their peace with mankind. All this and so much more! . . . Was it surprising that Pel- leas often appeared pensive in the face of those numberless prob- lems, and that his humble and gentle look was often so profound and grave, laden with cares and full of unreadable questions? Alas, he did not have time to finish the long and heavy task H 37 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG ;which nature lays upon the in- stinct that rises in order to ap- proach a brighter region^) . . . An ill of a mysterious character, Vvhich seems specially to punish the only animal that succeeds in leaving the circle in which it is born; an indefinite ill that carries off hundreds of intelligent little dogs, came to put an end to the destiny and the happy education of Pelleas. And now all those efforts to achieve a little more light ; all that ardour in loving, H 38 H ''"lla**v f***-"'' K. OUR FRIEND THE DOG that courage in understanding; all that affectionate gaiety and innocent fawning; all those kind and devoted looks,/ which turned to man to ask for his assistance against unjust death; all those flickering gleams which came from the profound abyss of a world that is no longer ou all those nearly human little habits lie sadly in the cold ground, under a flowering elder- tree, in a corner of the garden. H 89 H ^vX-^ II Man loves the dog, but how much more ought he to love it if he considered, in the inflexible harmony of the laws of nature, the sole exception, which is that love of a being that succeeds in piercing, in order to draw closer to us, the partitions, every else- where impermeable, that separate the species ! We are alone, abso- lutely alone on this chance planet ; and amid all the forms of life that H 4o H OUR FRIEND THE DOG surround us, not one, excepting the dog, has made an alliance with us. A few creatures fear us, most are unaware of us, and not one loves us. In the world of plants, we have dumb and motionless slaves ; but they serve us in spite of themselves. They simply endure our laws and our yoke. They are impotent pris- oners, victims incapable of escap- ing, but silently rebellious; and, so soon as we lose sight of them, hasten they betray H 4i H OUR FRIEND THE DOG turn to their former wild and mis- chievous liberty. The rose and the corn, had they wings, would fly at our approach like the birds. Among the animals, we num- ber a few servants who have submitted only through indiffer- ence, cowardice or stupidity: the uncertain and craven horse, who responds only to pain and is attached to nothing; the passive and dejected ass, who stays with us only because he knows not what to do nor where to go, H £2 H d OUR FRIEND THE DOG but who nevertheless, under the cudgel and the pack-saddle, re- tains the idea that lurks behind his ears; the cow and the ox, happy so long as they are eating, and docile because, for centuries, they have not had a thought of their own; the affrighted sheep, who knows no other master than terror; the hen, who is faithful to the poultry-yard because she finds more maize and wheat there than in the neighbouring forest. I do not speak of the cat, to whom H 43 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG we are nothing more than a too large and uneatable prey: the ferocious cat, whose sidelong con- tempt tolerates us only as en- cumbering parasites in our own homes. She, at least, curses us in her mysterious heart; but all the others live beside us as they might live beside a rock or a tree. They do not love us, do not know us, scarcely notice us. They are unaware of our life, our death, our departure, our re- turn, our sadness, our joy, our H 44 M OUR FRIEND THE DOG smile. They do not even hear the sound of our voice, so soon as it no longer threatens them; and, when they look at us, it is with the distrustful bewilder- ment of the horse, in whose eye still hovers the infatuation of the elk or gazelle that sees us for the first time, or with the dull stupor of the ruminants, who look upon us as a momentary and useless accident of the pasture. For thousands of years, they have been living at our side, as H 45 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG foreign to our thoughts, our affec- tions, our habits as though the least fraternal of the stars had dropped them but yesterday on our globe. In the boundless in- terval that separates man from all the other creatures, we have succeeded only, by dint of patience, in making them take two or three illusory steps. And if, to-mor- row, leaving their feelings toward us untouched, nature were to give them the intelligence and the weapons wherewith to conquer H 46 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG us, I confess that I should dis- trust the hasty vengeance of the horse, the obstinate reprisals of the ass and the maddened meek- ness of the sheep. I should shun the cat as I should shun the tiger; and even the good cow, solemn and somnolent, would inspire me with but a wary confidence. As for the hen, with her round, quick eye, as when discovering a slug or a worm, I am sure that she would devour me without a thought. ;•.• . t H 47 H Ill f^_ Now, in this indifference and this total want of comprehension in which everything that surrounds us lives; in this incommunicable world, where everything has its ob- ject hermetically contained within itself, where every destiny is self- circumscribed, where there exist among the creatures no other relations than those of execu- tioners and victims, eaters and eaten, where nothing is able to H 48 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG leave its steel-bound sphere, where death alone establishes cruel rela- tions of cause and effect between neighbouring lives, where not the smallest sympathy has ever made a conscious leap from one species to another, one animal alone, among all that breathes upon the earth, has succeeded in break- ing through the prophetic circle, in escaping from itself to come bounding toward us, definitely to cross the enormous zone of dark- ness, ice and silence that iso- H £9 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG lates each category of existence in nature's unintelligible plan. This animal, our good familiar dog, simple and unsurprising as may to-day appear to us what he has done, in thus perceptibly drawing nearer to a world in which he was not born and for which he was not destined, has neverthe- less performed one of the most unusual and improbable acts that we can find in the general history of life. When was this recogni- tion of man by beast, this extraor- H 5o H OUR FRIEND THE DOG dinary passage from darkness to light, effected? Did we seek out the poodle, the collie, or the mas- tiff from among the wolves and the jackals, or did he come spontaneously to us? We cannot tell. So far as our human annals stretch, he is at our side, as at present ; but what are human an- nals in comparison with the times of which we have no witness? The fact remains that he is there in our houses, as ancient, as rightly placed, as perfectly adapted to our H 5i OUR FRIEND THE DOG habits as though he had appeared on this earth, such as he now is, at the same time as ourselves. We have not to gain his confidence or his friendship : he is born our friend; while his eyes are still closed, already he believes in us : even before his birth, he has given himself to man. But the word "friend" does not exactly depict his affectionate worship. He loves us and reveres us as though we had drawn him out of nothing. He is, before all, our creature full H 5a H «r OUR FRIEND THE DOG of gratitude and more devoted than the apple of our eye. He is our intimate and impassioned slave, whom nothing discourages, whom nothing repels, whose ardent trust and love nothing can impair. He has solved, in an admirable and touching manner, the terrify- ing problem which human wisdom would have to solve if a divine race came to occupy our globe. He has loyally, religiously, irrevo- cably recognized man's superior- ity and has surrendered himself ^ H 53 OUR FRIEND THE DOG to him body and soul, without after-thought, without any inten- tion to go back, reserving of his independence, his instinct and his character only the small part in- dispensable to the continuation of the life prescribed by nature. With an unquestioning certainty, an unconstraint and a simplicity that surprise us a little, deeming us better and more powerful than all that exists, he betrays, for our benefit, the whole of the animal kingdom to which he belongs H 54 to :> •~> OUR FRIEND THE DOG and, without scruple, denies his race, his kin, his mother and his young. But he loves us not only in his consciousness and his intelligence : the very instinct of his race, the en- tire unconsciousness of his species, it appears, think only of us, dream only of being useful to us. To serve us better, to adapt himself better to our different needs, he has adopted every shape and been able infinitely to vary the faculties, the aptitudes which he places at H 55 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG our disposal. Is he to aid us in the pursuit of game in the plains ? His legs lengthen inordinately, his muzzle tapers, his lungs widen, he becomes swifter than the deer. Does our prey hide under wood ? The docile genius of the species, forestalling our desires, presents us with the basset, a sort of almost footless serpent, which steals into the closest thickets. Do we ask that he should drive our flocks? The same compliant genius grants him the requisite size, intelligence, H 56 H > OUR FRIEND THE DOG energy and vigilance. Do we in- tend him to watch and defend our house? His head becomes round and monstrous, in order that his jaws may be more powerful, more formidable and more tenacious. Are we taking him to the south? His hair grows shorter and lighter, so that he may faithfully accom- pany us under the rays of a hotter sun. Are we going up to the north? His feet grow larger, the better to tread the snow; his fur thickens, in order that the cold H 57 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG may not compel him to abandon us. Is he intended only for us to play with, to amuse the leisure of our eyes, to adorn or enliven the home? He clothes himself in a sovereign grace and elegance, he makes himself smaller than a doll to sleep on our knees by the fire- side, or even consents, should our fancy demand it, to appear a little ridiculous to please us. You shall not find, in nature's immense crucible, a single living being that has shown a like sup- H 58 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG pleness, a similar abundance of forms, the same prodigious faculty of accommodation to our wishes. This is because, in the world which we know, among the different and primitive geniuses that preside over the evolution of the several species, there exists not one, ex- cepting that of the dog, that ever gave a thought to the presence of man. It will, perhaps, be said that we have been able to transform almost as profoundly some of our H 59 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG domestic animals : our hens, our pigeons, our ducks, our cats, our horses, our rabbits, for instance. Yes, perhaps; although such trans- formations are not comparable with those undergone by the dog and although the kind of service which these animals render us remains, so to speak, invariable. In any case, whether this impression be purely imaginary or correspond with a reality, it does not appear that we feel in these transfor- mations the same unfailing and H 60 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG preventing good will, the same sagacious and exclusive love. For the rest, it is quite possible that the dog, or rather the inacces- sible genius of his race, troubles scarcely at all about us and that we have merely known how to make use of various aptitudes offered bv the abundant chances •I of life. It matters not: as we know nothing of the substance of things, we must needs cling to appearances; and it is sweet to establish that, at least in appear- H 61 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG atice, there is on the planet where, like unacknowledged kings, we live in solitary state, a being that loves us. However the case may stand with these appearances, it is none the less certain that, in the aggre- gate of intelligent creatures that have rights, duties, a mission and a destiny, the dog is a really priv- ileged animal. He occupies in this world a pre-eminent posi- tion enviable among all. He is the only living being that has H 62 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG found and recognizes an indubi- table, tangible, unexceptionable and definite god. He knows to what to devote the best part of himself. He knows to whom above him to give himself. He has not to seek for a perfect, superior and infinite power in the darkness, amid successive lies, hypotheses and dreams. That power is there, before him, and he moves in its light. He knows the supreme duties which we all do not know. He has a morality H 63 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG which surpasses all that he is able to discover in himself and which he can practise without scruple and without fear. He possesses truth in its fulness. He has a certain and infinite ideal. H 64 IV And it was thus that, the other day, before his illness, I saw my little Pelleas sitting at the foot of my writing-table, his tail carefully folded under his paws, his head a little on one side, the better to question me, at once attentive and tranquil, as a saint should be in the presence of God. He was happy with the happiness which we, per- haps, shall never know, since it sprang from the smile and the H 65 H OUR FRIEND THE DOG approval of a life incomparably higher than his own. He was there, studying, drinking in all my looks; and he replied to them gravely, as from equal to equal, to inform me, no doubt, that, at least through the eyes the most imma- terial organ that transformed into affectionate intelligence the light which we enjoyed, he knew that he was saying to me all that love should say. And, when I saw him thus, young, ardent and believing, bringing me, in some wise, from H 66 H XT XT xf OUR FRIEND THE DOG s the depths of unwearied nature, quite fresh news of life and trust- ing and wonderstruck, as though he had been the first of his race that came to inaugurate the earth and as though we were still in the first days of the world's existence, I envied the gladness of his cer- tainty, compared it with the destiny of man, still plunging on every side into darkness, and said to myself that the dog who meets with a good master is the happier of the two. 67 UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY BERKELEY THIS BOOK IS DUE ON THE LAST DATE 'STAMPED BELOW Books not returned on time are subject to a fine of 50c per volume after the third day overdue, increasing to $1.00 per volume after the sixth day. Books not in demand may be renewed if application is made before expiration of loan period. ore 21 •KiL-u FEBi 6 1931 S924' RECEIVED DSPT. 50m-7,'16 UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY