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Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 



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Our Devoted Friend 
The Dog 



BY 

SARAH KNOWLES BOLTON 

Author of "Every Day Living," "Girls Who Became 

Famous," " Boys Who Became Famous," " Famous 

Types of Womanhood," "The Inevitable, and 

Other Poems," "A Country Idyl," 

" Social Studies in England," etc. 



Illustrated 



" If I had my way I should abolish all dog laws 
and dog catchers :" UGENE FIELD. 




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TO 

MY LITTLE GRANDSON 

l&notolte Bolton 

AND 
HIS DOG TIM 



Preface 

IN the past two years I have made clippings from a 
few newspapers how many more thousands 
could have been obtained showing the devo- 
tion, bravery, and intelligence of animals, especially 
dogs and cats. Dogs have saved people from drown- 
ing, houses from burning, died of grief for their loved 
ones, and yet all over the country our laws concerning 
these faithful creatures are brutal. 

We tax them out of all proportion to their money 
value. We let them starve and freeze with no apparent 
interest, and if homeless, or an unjust tax is not paid, 
we encourage theft and cruelty by offering twenty-five 
cents apiece to have them caught on the streets and 
taken to dog pounds, or we empower police or societies 
to kill them by poison, or gun, or the fumes of sulphur 
or gas. Lost creatures, petted and fondled by some 
child, instead of being buried after death are thrown 
into garbage wagons, with no thought of tenderness, or 
decency. 

We care for idiots and insane and dissolute, and for- 
get creatures of rare intelligence, temperate and trust- 
worthy. We arrogate to ourselves the thought that 
we alone of all created things have souls, and that we 
alone can enter heaven. How do we know all this? 

We cruelly destroy birds by the millions for our per- 
sonal adorning; we let cats starve on the streets be- 



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cause we do not wish to have any cares ; we wantonly 
hurt and leave dying on the great plains thousands of 
buffaloes; we kill by savage methods elephants whose 
intelligence seems sometimes above the human; we 
are horrified at bullfights, yet we tear deer and foxes 
and rabbits to pieces with dogs in so-called " sport." 
Are we forever to go on without mercy for our dumb 
friends ? 

My thanks are due Mrs. Frances A. Moulton of 
New York city, and Mrs. F. B. Powell of Woodstock, 
Vt, for clippings sent me; also Mr. Eugene Glass, 
editor of The Dog Fancier, Battle Creek, Mich., and 
the editors of Pets and Animals, Springfield, Ohio, 
for photographs. 

SARAH K. BOLTON. 



Table of Contents 



PAGE 



Devotion of Dogs to Human Beings 13 

Dogs Save from Drowning 37 

Dogs Save from Fire 49 

Dogs Save from Burglars 67 

Dogs Save Life 74 

Dogs Guard their Dead 107 

Gratitude of Dogs 116 

Affection of Animals for Each Other 141 

Faithfulness of Dogs 167 

Dogs' Love of Home 184 

Dogs Commit Suicide 193 

Intelligence of Dogs 202 

Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 285 

Hospitals for Dogs 345 

Cemeteries for Dogs 355 

Homes for Animals 376 

Cruel Laws about Dogs 400 

How to Care for Animals 423 

Our Duty to Animals 442 



List of Illustrations 



PAGE 

Laddie, St. Bernard, owned by Mr. John D. Rockefeller . Cover 

Stanwood and His Dog Tim Frontispiece 

\. Dog Cemetery at Hawarden Castle. 2. Gladstone and His 

Dog Petz 14 

i. Duke of Somerset, owned by the late Dr. E. W. Bovett. 

2. Dr. Bovett, Duke, and His Thoroughbred Colt, Baby . 19 

i. Monument to Charles Gough. 2. Monument to Jack, owned 

by Dr. H. H. Kane, New York City (p. 362) . . . .31 

i. Moorlander, Skye Terrier, owned by Mr. George Caverhill, 
Montreal. Never exhibited without winning a prize. 
2. Champion Nubian Rebel, Brown Pomeranian, Swiss 
Mountain Kennels, Germantown, Pa. Won thirty-two first 
prizes in England, and about the same number in America. 37 

St. Bernard Puppies and Yorkshire, owned by Mr. W. C, Fyfe, 

Montreal, Canada 49 

Madam Spitz and Her Second Family of Puppies, owned by Mrs. 

F, W. Toedt, Hamburg, Iowa 67 

Rob Roy McGregor, Collie, owned by Mrs. Thomas F. Bayard, 

wife of former ambassador to Great Britain . . . 76 

i. Greyfriars' Bobby (p. 28). 2. Philo, owned by Colonel H. C. 
Page, Bayonne, N. J. (p. 338). 3. Gip, owned by Mrs. 
Charles H. Shephard, Dorchester, Mass. 4. Jack, owned by 
Mrs. Adele Horwitz Stevens, Hoboken, N. J. (p. 336) . . 84 

i. Great Dane, Champion Major McKinley. First prizes in many 
cities, formerly owned by South Bend (Ind.) Kennels. 
2. Little Son of Gilson Willets and Curly, prize St. Ber- 
nard. 3. Gladys Cummings and Her English Terrier, 
Xenia, O. 4. Little Girl and Her Faithful Dog Jumbo, 
owned by Mr. W. H. Fedder, Cleveland, 107 



List of Illustrations 



PAGE 



Collie, owned by Mr. Halsey D. Miller, Cleveland, O. . . .121 

Susanne and Anonymous, Arctic Sledging Dogs, owned by Mr. 

Walter Wellman 130 

I. Sultan, owned by Mrs. L. M. N. Stevens, President N. W. C. 
T. U. (p. 149). 2. Challifond Hero, owned by Prof. R. D. 
Bohannan, Columbus, O., winner of first prize among thirty- 
three collies at New Orleans ; also prize at Philadelphia, New 
York, St. Louis, and Kansas City ...... 143 

I. Prince and Polly, owned by Mr. Gary Carpenter, Bolton, Conn. 
2. Toss, owned by Mr. Charles R. Zacharias, Asbury Park, 
N. J. (p. 225) 159 

Kittie and Bernie, both owned by the author. A remarkable 

friendship 163 

I. Queen A., Fawn-colored Greyhound, prize winner, owned by 
Mr. O. R. Cannon, Shawnee, Oklahoma. 2. Champion 
Irish Setter, Lord Lismore, winner of seventeen first prizes, 
owned by Mr. J. S. Wall, Auburn Park, 111., and said to be 
worth $20,000 184 

I. "Big Four." 2. Ted, a Trick Dog, standing with the "Big 

Four," all owned by Mr. James Christie, Escanaba, Mich. . 211 

I. Rover and His Master, Harry Spence, Wisconsin. 2. Caesar, 

owned by J. and W. Koebler, Cleveland, O. (p. 210). . . 228 

I. Ginger, owned by Mr. Henry C. Buchanan, Trenton, N. J. (p. 
218). 2. Roy, owned by Miss Mildred Sherman, Syracuse, 
N. Y 242 

Schnapsie, owned by Mrs. Herbert Allingham, London, England . 258 

I. Dandy, owned by Capt. A. S. Paige, Brookline, Mass. (p. 273). 

2. Sergeant Jack and the Boston Police 270 

I. Leon, owned by Mr. Thomas Biskit, Norwich, Conn. (p. 208). 
2. Waldo and Sampson, owned by Mrs. Ada H. Kepley, 
Effingham, 111.- 272 

I. Owney, the U. S. Mail Dog. 2. Joe Hart, owned by Mr. E. 

H. Hart, Meridian, Miss. (p. 276) 282 

Mrs. Cushman K. Davis and Her Russian Terrier Bebe'e . . 296 

Nio, Russian Wolfhound, owned by Mr. Charles A. Post, Cleve- 
land, 298 



List of Illustrations 

PAGE 

i. Julia Marlowe and Taffy (Courtesy of Miss J. L. Gilder, editor 

of The Critic). 2. Anna Chapin Ray and Glencoe . . 302 

I. Queen Victoria with One of Her Dogs. 2. Queen Alexandra 

with One of Her Pets . 304 

Fluffie, whom Queen Victoria Petted on Her Dying Bed at 

Osborne House ......... 306 

i. Wang, Chow Dog from China, owned by the Gordon Boys' 
Orphanage, Dover, England. 2. "Chums," Don and Tit- 
willow, owned by Mr. A. W. Palmer, Natick, Mass. (p. 330) . 320 

i. Beveryck Punster, Fox Terrier, a prize winner. 2. Drummer. 
3. Gentleman Joe, all owned by Mrs. A. D. Campbell, 
Denver, Colo 330 

i. Ponto, St. Bernard, owned by Mr. Frank P. Marsh, New York 
City. 2. Champion Alton II., Smooth St. Bernard, winner 
of thirty-two prizes, value $5,000, owned by Mr. Dudley E. 
Waters, Grand Rapids, Mich 342 

Monuments in the Paris Cemetery for Dogs, lie des Ravageurs . 358 
Two Views of Dogs' Cemetery, Victoria Gate, Hyde Park, London 363 

i. Little Belle, Yorkshire Terrier, owned by Miss Irene Ackerman, 
New York City. 2. Dot, Black and Tan, owned by Mr. W. 
V. Babcock, Brooklyn, N. Y 367 

I. Button, French Poodle, owned by Miss L. C. Thayer, Indian- 
apolis. 2. Mrs. Mary O. Elster, founder of the Frances 
Power Cobbe Refuge 382 

i. Noted French Bulldogs from Shawmut Kennels, New York 
City. 2. First Prize Collies, Verona Selection, Champion 
Old Hall, Admiral, and Champion Heather Mint, owned by 
Mr. James Watson, New York City 400 

I. Imported Blenheim Spaniel, Champion Rollo, winner of 156 
prizes, owned by Miss L. C. Moeran, New York City. 
2. White Maltese Terriers. First prize winners ; pronounced 
the best in America, owned by Miss Josie Newman, Kansas 
City, Mo. 414 

i. Norna, Deerhound (value, $5,000), with children of the owner, 
Mr. W. D. Griscom, Philadelphia, Pa. Holder of the United 
States championship for several years. 2. Scamp, Deer- 



List of Illustrations 

PAGE 

hound (value, $5,000), owned by Von H. G. G. Pickering, 
Minnedosa, Manitoba, winner of many first prizes . . . 423 

I. Champion Loki, Pug Dog (value $5,000), winner of fifty prizes, 
bred and owned by Mr. Al. G. Eberhart, Camp Dennison, O. 
2. L'Ambassador II., Bulldog (value $5,000), winner of. 
many prizes, owned by Mr. Eberhart. -3. Champion Valenza, 
Italian Greyhound, always a prize winner, owned by Dr. F. H. 
Hoyt, Sharon, Pa. 429 

I. Boston Terrier, Escape, prize winner, owned by Mr. A. M. 
Sherwood, Joliet, 111. 2. Nig, King Charles Spaniel, ov/ned 
by Mr. Walter Reppert, Burlington, Iowa. 3. American 
Bloodhound Puppy, owned by Mr. H. M. Ramsay, Houston* 
Texas. 4. Willoughby Pug, Trip, a prize winner, owned by 
Miss Ella E. Noble, Santa Barbara, CaL .... 440 



Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 



CHAPTER I 
Devotion of Dogs to Human Beings 

THE devotion of a dog is the same in the homes 
of the rich and the poor. He licks the hand 
of a millionaire in a house of luxury, or goep 
to jail with a wanderer or a drunkard, and sleeps on 
the hard floor of a police station. He listens with ears 
alert for the kind voice of the master who loves him, 
and sits dejected under curses, offering no response to 
the harshness. Recently, a drunken man was arrested 
for kicking his dog and breaking his ribs, so that the 
poor creature had to be shot. Before the man was taken 
to prison the dog crawled to him and licked his boots. 
Would any human being do this? 

The affection of dogs is one of the strongest reasons 
why they should receive every kindness from man, 
rather than death at his hands, because homeless or 
unlicensed. 

The recorded instances of the death of dogs through 
grief are many. Petz, the last favorite of Mr. Glad- 
stone, is an example. There were always several dogs 
at the lovely home at Hawarden, who walked with the 
great man in his rambles over valley and hill, and slept 



14 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

at his feet as he studied and wrote. Petz was a black 
Pomeranian, Gladstone's constant companion for the 
last ten years of his life. " In the dining-room," says 
a writer in the Strand Magazine for December, 1898, 
" he expected his biscuit from the master's hand ; in 
the drawing-room he reposed before the fire, in sociable 
mood; at St. Deniol's library, when Mr. Gladstone sat 
reading in the corner and no one dared disturb him, 
Petz, when he considered that the horses must be kept 
waiting no longer, pushed his little cold nose against 
the master's hand, and suggested an immediate ad- 
journment of the sitting. Petz's vitality and energy 
seemed inexhaustible." 

As the end drew near for Mr. Gladstone, he was 
urged to go to Cannes in the south of France for the 
winter. Petz was sent to the home of his daughter 
Mary the wife of Rev. Harry Drew, where he could 
romp with the bright little granddaughter, Dorothy. 
But the faithful creature could not be pacified. He 
pined for his master, refused to eat, and was returned 
to Hawarden the very day, March 23, that Gladstone 
came back. It was too late to save the broken hearted 
creature, who died of grief. 

Petz lies buried in the dogs' cemetery on the estate 
not far from Hawarden Castle. " A great old oak 
overshadows the spot, the ruins of the old castle are 
seen on the opposite hill, and down in the dale the 
rapid stream is gurgling its way along towards the 
waterfall and the fishponds." 

There are quite a number of these small mounds, 
and over each of them is placed a simple granite stone 
with an inscription. One of these stones, the largest, 




z. DOG CEMETERY AT HAWARDEN CASTLE. 2. GLADSTONE AND 
His UOG PETZ. 



Devotion of Dogs to Human Beings i 5 

dates back twenty years. It was placed there in 1878 
in memory of three favorite dogs, who died within a 
few weeks of each other and are here buried. " Mosses 
have crept around the stone, tall grasses wave over it. 
and the leverets play their baby games about it. It is 
getting somewhat difficult to make out the second part 
of the inscription on this stone, but we had the valuable 
assistance of an old village dame whose husband had 
been a woodman on the estate, and who knew every 
nook and corner in the park. She showed us how by 
dint of a little rubbing and scouring the text might be 
laid bare. It was this : ' When Thou hidest Thy face 
they are troubled, when Thou takest away their breath 
they die, and are turned again to their dust.' 

" Next, there is a small stone, with no other inscrip- 
tion than this: 'Toby, 1881,' but our friendly guide 
remembers Toby well. ' She was a dear little dog, and 
a great pet with the ladies/ she tells us, and then, by 
contrast, she points to another stone, on which the writ- 
ing is still quite distinct : ' Sheila. Died July 7th, 
1886,' and below, ' Ask now the reason, and they shall 
teach thee.' Sheila, it seems, was one of the biggest 
dogs that ever was made a pet of at Hawarden Castle, 
and ' everybody was afraid of the creature,' we learn. 

" There is one other little gravestone. ' Peggy, 
1884,' is engraved upon it. Then comes the grave of 
little Petz. . . . This evening in May only a small 
wreath of moss lies on the hillock under the old oak, 
and someone has scattered a handful of blue hyacinths 
and rosy rhododendrons on the brown soil. A robin is 
singing in the white hawthorn, the sunset flames in the 
sky, and we leave the graveyard in its silent, sunny 



1 6 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

peace." The headstone of Petz bears this inscription : 
" Petz. Born at Schwalbach, 1886; died at Hawar- 
den, March 27, 1898. Mr. Gladstone's favorite dog. 
Faithful unto death." 

When Emile Zola was in prison in France for the 
part he took in the Dreyfus case, when the whole world 
read and acted as judges to save an innocent man from 
disgrace and death, the little dog of the novelist 
mourned and waited at home for his master. Week 
after week passed with no release, and finally the faith- 
ful creature died without seeing the one who had petted 
and loved him as a devoted friend. 

Leland Stanford, Jr., for whom the great University 
in California is named, the heir of many millions, was 
very fond of animals. Mrs. Sallie Joy White tells 
this story of him. " One day, when he was about ten 
years of age, he was standing looking out of the win- 
dow, and his mother heard a tumult outside, and saw 
Leland suddenly dart out of the house. Presently he 
reappeared covered with dust, holding a homely yellow 
dog in his arms. Quick as a flash he was up the steps 
and into the house with the door shut behind him, while 
a perfect howl of rage went up from the boys outside. 
Before his mother could reach him he had flown to the 
telephone, and summoned the family doctor. Think- 
ing from the agonized tones of the boy that some of 
the family had been taken suddenly and violently ill, 
the doctor hastened to the house. 

" He was a stately old gentleman, who believed fully 
in the dignity of his profession ; and he was somewhat 
disconcerted and a good deal annoyed at being con- 
fronted with a very dusty, excited boy, holding a 



Devotion of Dogs to Human Beings 17 

broken-legged dog that was evidently of the mongrel 
family. At first he was about to be angry; but the 
earnest, pleading look on the little face, and the perfect 
innocence of any intent of discourtesy, disarmed the 
dignified doctor, and he explained to Leland that he 
did not understand the case, not being accustomed to 
treating dogs, but that he would take him and the dog 
to one who was. So they went, doctor, boy, and dog. 
in the doctor's carriage to a veterinary surgeon, the leg 
was set, and they returned home. Leland took the 
most faithful care of the dog until it recovered, and it 
repaid him with a devotion that was touching." 

A few years later while fitting for Yale College, 
Leland traveled abroad with his parents. While in 
Athens he contracted the fever, and died at Florence 
two months before his sixteenth birthday. The death 
was crushing to his parents, whose hopes and lives 
were centered in their only child. They brought his 
body back to Palo Alto, and on Thanksgiving Day, 
November 27, 1884, in a sarcophagus of white Carrara 
marble, they laid him inside his tomb. 

The little yellow dog had been waiting impatiently 
for the return of his beloved young master. When he 
came, there was something wrong, and the poor crea- 
ture knew it. After the body had been placed in the 
tomb the dog lay down in front of the door and could 
not be coaxed away even for his food. One morning 
he was found there, dead, and was buried near the 
youth who had been his protector and friend. It was 
a sorrow without words or tears, but it was unbearable 
and death alone could end it. 

The New York papers of August, 1897, tell this 



1 8 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

pathetic story of a Newfoundland dog, Kaiser. When 
his master, Jacob Wohle, of Carlstadt, New Jersey, 
died and was placed in his coffin, the big dog remained 
beside it, and when it was taken to the cemetery, ac- 
companied it. He realized that his master was there, 
and would not leave the grave for a whole day. Then 
after much coaxing he returned home. 

He whined constantly, and visited the grave daily. 
Possibly he thought the master would come back to 
meet him there perhaps he really knew what death is, 
and that there is no return. The family tried to make 
friends with him, but he was too overcome with grief. 
He ate little, and finally refused altogether. One 
morning, after two weeks, seemingly hopeless, he made 
his lonely mile pilgrimage as usual, to the grave of the 
man he loved. To be near him was the only comfort. 
In the afternoon, the family thought Kaiser stayed 
away longer than usual and went to the cemetery. 
There they found the noble creature by his owner's 
grave, dead of a broken heart. Others might miss the 
absent member of the household, and be sad and dis- 
consolate, but to Kaiser the loss was irreparable. No 
one could take his place. Death was better than sepa- 
ration. 

Kaiser was buried tenderly by those who loved him 
for his own sake, and for his devotion to his master. 

A friend tells me of a dog belonging to her father, 
who was thrown from his horse and so badly hurt that 
he died after three days at the age of twenty-five, leav- 
ing a wife and unborn child. He was buried in the 
private cemetery of the family, on their own land. It 
was a great shock to the young wife, and hard to be 




I. DUKE OF SOMERSET, owned by the late Ur. E. W. Bovett. 2. DR. 
BOVETT, DUKE, AND His THOROUGHBRED COLT, BABY. 



Devotion of Dogs to Human Beings 19 

borne, but the faithful dog, the inseparable companion 
of horse and rider, rebelled against the decree of fate. 
He howled incessantly, determined to find his dead 
master, and spent a whole night digging down to the 
coffin, to awaken. the one whose face he longed to see 
once more, and whose familiar and beloved voice he 
must hear again. 

A Denver, Colorado, paper has the following ac- 
count of Duke a St. Bernard dog, owned by a well- 
known veterinarian of that city. " The most loving 
friend Dr. E. W. Bovett ever had never shed a tear 
or said a word when the doctor's cold, white body was 
taken from Bowles Lake, October 26, 1898, in whose 
icy waters life had left it. But this loving friend died 
this morning at 3 :3O o'clock grieving for him. 

" It was Duke, or by his full and rightful title, Duke 
of Somerset. A dog of royal blood, son of Lord Alton, 
and grandson of the great Sir Bedivere. His lineage 
was perfect with no mongrel cross or stain to mar it. 
His good breeding showed as plainly in his conduct as 
in his face and majestic carriage. No finer gentleman 
ever trod the streets of Denver, and there never was a 
nobler heart than that which throbbed beneath the 
shaggy coat of this great St. Bernard. 

" Whenever and wherever it was permissible Duke 
trod beside his master. When it was impracticable to 
have him a word was sufficient. Duke walked patiently 
back to his kennel in the stable at No. 1430 Curtis 
street and waited, his solemn eyes watching for the 
return of his master, and when he came Duke's wel- 
come was sure, for Duke's vigil was tireless. Stand- 
ing nearly three feet in height, his grand face showing 



2O Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

plainly the white and red markings and noble linea- 
ments of his ancestor, his huge body, firm pose, and 
plume-like tail, he made a picture that would make the 
artist instinctively reach for his brush. He was the 
ideal dog, the perfect specimen of his race. 

" The day following the death of his master, Duke 
began to show great uneasiness. He ran back and 
forth about the stable yard, and gazed wistfully into 
the face of Dr. F. W. Hunt, who had taken charge of 
the establishment, and then sought out T. Broderick, 
who had assisted Dr. Bovett for years, and on whom he 
turned his eloquent eyes so anxiously, so questioningly, 
that Mr. Broderick turned away his own swimming 
eyes. As the days went by, his master still missing, 
Duke's anxiety became frantic, his whines and plead- 
ing eye-questions piteous. 

" ' I'm going to take him down to the undertaker's 
and let him see the body, maybe he will understand, 
poor fellow,' said Mr. Broderick, the day before the 
funeral. 

" ' Take him,' assented Dr. Hunt. 

" Duke did not understand what was meant when a 
chair was placed for him beside one of the long gloomy 
boxes at the undertaker's, but he climbed upon the 
chair when told to do so, for obedience was one of his 
strong traits of character. Then while he watched 
curiously, the lid of the coffin was removed. 

" What was that down there rigid and white in the 
satin cushions, strange and yet familiar? Not Duke's 
master, so still? But yes, it was. Duke bent his head 
low down over it and gazed eagerly. Yes, it was he, 
and yet there was something about him that sent a 



Devotion of Dogs to Human Beings 21 

chill to Duke's heart. What was it? Again Duke 
gazed and now his ears cocked happily. His master 
was asleep; that was it! One touch of that lolling, 
affectionate tongue and he would awake and pat his 
head and say the old fond nothings which were the 
very life of Duke. 

" The dog leaned down still further and licked the 
upturned face, then started back affrighted. Cold, ir- 
responsive; something had happened to his master. 

" Duke knew nothing of death. He licked his 
master's face again and then he knew. Deep down 
in his white soul where grew affection and obedience, 
nothing else, he knew that the end had come; that the 
being to whom in loving slavery he had bound himself 
forever would know him no more ; would never fondle 
of talk to him again. That was all he realized, but that 
was enough. Propping back in the chair, throwing 
back his noble head, he gave vent to his grief in hollow 
howls that were too piteous to be borne. He had to be 
dragged away from the place. 

" Next day he tried to follow to the funeral, but 
was gently led back to the stable, where he lay down, 
and dropping his huge head between his paws, gave up 
and waited for the end. It came eight days later 
this morning. All sorts of dainties were brought to 
him by old friends who knew his tastes. 

" Beef hearts prepared in a way he had particularly 
liked was offered him. At such times he merely lifted 
his melancholy eyes to the face of the giver for a mo- 
ment, looked his thanks, and dropped his head again. 

" Every day he walked around to all the places that 
the doctor had frequented, hopelessly, to be sure, but 



22 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

evidently with a faint notion that maybe, maybe, his 
master might come back. 

4< ' Poor old fellow ! ' they would say to him at the 
Tabor barber shop, and pat him kindly. 

" ' Poor old dog! ' was what he heard at Findlay's 
stables, at George Walker's, and at other places he 
visited. But he would not eat. 

" Dr. Hunt sat up with him and nursed him as if 
he had been an ailing infant. 

" At 3 130 this morning Duke gave a moan that was 
hardly more than a sigh, and went out into the infinite 
in search of his master. 

" Will he find him ? " 

The New York Herald, February, 1900, tells this 
incident : 

" Not long ago a young woman in this city, who 
owned a Gordon setter that was very fond of her, was 
married, and moved to Lakewood. The dog was left 
behind, and at once became inconsolable. He would 
eat nothing, and stood looking out of the window for 
hours at a time, whining and moaning pitifully. The 
dog was wasting away from exhaustion. Those who 
knew him said he was dying of a broken heart. When 
it was seen that he would die if he could not see his 
mistress he was taken to her. His joy at seeing her 
was extravagant, and he at once got better. His mis- 
tress came to New York for a two weeks' visit, and left 
the dog with the servants in Lakewood. When she 
returned she found him dead, lying on one of her gar- 
ments. The poor brute, thinking himself again de- 
serted, lay down to die, and could not be driven or 
coaxed from his place, neither would he eat nor drink." 



Devotion of Dogs to Human Beings 23 

London Black and White has a pathetic sketch by 
Lester Ralph, its special correspondent, called 4> The 
Faithful Terrier." At the battle of Graspan, in the 
war between England and the Boers, 1899-1900, 
Major J. H. Plumbe of the royal marine light infantry, 
was among the many killed while storming the main 
kopje. He had a pet dog, a terrier, which ran up the 
hill with him under the fiercest fire. When he fell, the 
dog sat down and guarded his body until the ambu- 
lance removed it six hours later. " The pathos of the 
situation," he writes, " baffles description." 

The New York Times tells this touching incident of 
the love of a deserted dog for a dead child : 

" When a small dog, ragged and soiled, sat on the 
steps of 244 West One Hundred and Twenty-seventh 
street last night and howled, a policeman rushed 
up. 

" ' What's the matter with that dog ? ' he asked, and 
none of the crowd of children who stood by said a 
word. 

" ' Who owns him ? ' still nobody said a word. 

" Just then a woman came up. She knew all about 
the dog. A family had lived in the house, and the 
little dog had been the pet of a curly-haired child. But 
the child died, and when the family moved they left 
the dog behind. ' 'Cause,' said the woman, ' the dog 
reminded them of the baby.' 

" ' Didn't they want to remember the baby ? ' the 
policeman wanted to know. 

" The woman did not know how that was, but, 
anyway, she said the dog was left, but he came every 
few days to sit on the steps where he had formerly sat 



24 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

with the little child, and, although the tenants drove 
him away, he always came back. 

" The policeman looked at the animal, thought a mo- 
ment and remarked: 'He's mad/ And the woman 
said, ' May be he is.' 

" So the policeman shot him and the children kicked 
the body into the street." 

A young man twenty-six years old, in New York, 
accompanied by his little fox-terrier, acted queerly at 
the corner of Forty-fifth street and Second avenue one 
evening. Some said he was overcome with the heat, 
and others thought he was intoxicated. When the 
children annoyed the man, the dog flew at them and 
bit them. Then a policeman decided to arrest the man. 
but the dog sprang at him, and bit him. The faithful 
creature was defending his owner, whether worthy or 
unworthy, but the policeman shot him, and took his 
master to jail. 

Little Mary O'Brien, eight years old, says the New 
York World, February n, 1900, went over to the 
church to have her prayer-book blessed, and her big 
Newfoundland dog, Nero, went with her. He had 
been her inseparable companion for five years, and 
never allowed harm to come to her, while he accom- 
panied her to school and went after her when school 
was over. They two had reached the corner of Sixth 
avenue and Eighteenth street, she holding on to his 
brass collar, when she was run over by a sewing ma- 
chine wagon and fatally injured. After the accident, 
the dog rushed back to her home, moaning dismally, 
The servant opened the door and he rushed up stairs, 
barking and howling. The mother patted him on the 



Devotion of Dogs to Human Beings 25 

head, when he jumped up and licked her face, then 
seized her dress in his teeth and dragged her out of 
the room. As soon as she reached the sidewalk she 
was told that little Mary had been taken to the New- 
York Hospital by the driver who hurt her. He could 
not press through the crowd, so a policeman took her 
in his arms, and ran, but nothing could save her. She 
was dying. 

It was hard to get Nero home, away from his dead 
playmate. He would not eat, lay on the mat outside 
the children's room, and refused to be comforted. 

An unhappy young wife committed suicide in No- 
vember, 1898, in New York city. She wished to ride 
on her wheel, and was forbidden by a cruel husband. 
When her body was found, her pet spaniel, Nellie, was 
on her breast, whining piteously and licking her hand. 
She left a note to the man saying, " Take care of Nellie 
for me." 

Great Caesar, a great Dane dog costing $250, came 
from Ulm, Germany, when he was two years old, and 
became the pet of William Texter, the proprietor of 
Ulmer Park, and of his wife, for eight years. Some 
months ago, Mr. and Mrs. Texter left Great Caesar at 
Ulmer Park in charge of an employee. The dog pined, 
refused to eat, and was inconsolable. He would not 
lift his paw to shake hands as was his custom. Dr. 
R. B. Rageman of New York city was called in and 
said Great Caesar was dying of a broken heart. 

The Youth's Companion relates this incident : 

" The Duke of Hamilton had a favorite bulldog, 
called Dumpling, who used to accompany his master 
on his daily walks or drives. One day, however, the 



26 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

duke left Dumpling at home, and took a younger dog 
with him. From the moment that Dumpling saw his 
rival get into the carriage and drive off he refused to 
eat, and began to pine. 

" A dog doctor was summoned, but failed to detect 
any symptoms of illness. At length he asked whether 
anything unusual had happened to disturb the dog's 
routine of life. The servant then told him how, for 
the first time, Dumpling had been left behind by his 
master. 

" ' I can do nothing for him ! ' exclaimed the doctor. 
' The poor fellow's heart is broken.' 

" Dumpling never recovered from the blow to his 
affections, and in a short time died of grief." 

The New York World, June 5, 1898, tells this story 
of the murderer of a helpless old man and woman who, 
as he lay condemned to death in prison, cursing chap- 
lain, warden, turnkeys, all who came near, softened 
only to a half-starved yellow cur that had somehow 
wandered into the prison yard. He took the dog in his 
arms. " Let me have him," he said. " He at least 
won't shrink from me. There's a sympathy between us. 
He never had a chance in life; neither have I. He's 
fighting his battle alone ; so am I. Everybody's hand's 
against him, and everybody's hand's against me. 
We're fit to be together. I wouldn't exchange this 
dog for all the men I ever met." 

And thus through the weeks that followed man and 
dog, companions, remained together in the little cell, 
and the dog shrank not from the caress of the hand that 
had struck down the two aged beings. 



Devotion of Dogs to Human Beings 27 

The day came when the murderer was to be led out 
to be hanged, and the dog fought with those who tried 
to hold him back. He beat at the cell door with his 
paws. Then for many days and nights he lay in the 
cot on which the murderer had slept, moaning for the 
loss of the only friend that he had known and re- 
fusing all food and drink. The moaning ceased one day, 
and they found that he was dead. He had starved him- 
self to death. 

Mr. M. J. Van Name disappeared from the home of 
his son-in-law, Mr. W. A. Sloane, in Port Richmond, 
S. I., on January 8, 1900. His St. Bernard dog, 
Beauty, was heart broken, after he left. His daughter 
writes me, March 7 : " The dog refused to eat for two 
weeks, just grieving himself to death; was so weak he 
could scarcely walk. He would walk up and down 
in front of the house, expecting my father to come and 
feed him. They were inseparable. We have to coax 
him every day to eat. He is still very weak, but we 
hope to save him. Like a person, he is heart broken. If 
you could see him you would love him, he is so hand- 
some and affectionate." Nothing has been heard of 
the father. " Every clue," she says, " has been care- 
fully followed up by us with relatives and friends, but 
it has so far amounted to nothing. Still we pray and 
hope that good news may yet come." 

When Mrs. Kate Burns of Lexington avenue, New 
York, went to the room of Daniel Higgins, a veteran 
of the civil war, seventy years old, March 24, 1900, she 
found him lying dead on the floor. His old dog Prince 
was standing over him, sadly licking the face of his 



28 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

master, either to waken him, or to show his affection. 
Mr. Higgins was a gardener in Central Park, and had 
boarded with Mrs. Burns for several years. 

Duke, a St. Bernard belonging to Mr. George H. 
Nichols of Montclair, N. J., defended the three chil- 
dren of his master in March, 1900, from what he sup- 
posed to be abduction. Asking a friend for a ride in his 
sleigh, it was gladly accorded, but as soon as the chil- 
dren clambered in, Duke became furious, bit the friend, 
tore his clothes, and when he was whipped off, he 
nipped the horse on the leg. The children seeing 
Duke's strange actions got out of the sleigh, when he 
jumped about, licked their faces, and showed extreme 
joy that they were not to be carried away. The little 
girl cried, in her fright, but Duke crouched beside her 
and comforted her. 

Eva Blantyre Simpson, in Chambers Journal for 
March, 1900, tells this true story of the devotion of 
Grey friars' Bobby : " For not paying his annual seven 
shillings of tribute, another Edinburgh dog first came 
into notoriety by appearing in Court in 1867. Sum- 
moned along with him was a compassionate restaurant- 
keeper, who was accused of ' harbouring ' the dog, for 
he had fed the desolate beast, who sat among the tombs 
which the windows of his house overlooked. The dog 
and his human friend were tried before three magis- 
trates, who seasoned the law with mercy. After hear- 
ing Bobby's story they forgave him for not paying his 
rates, and so saved him from drinking a Lethean 
draught. Bobby's master, one Gray, died in 1858, and 
his chief nay. almost only mourner was his shaggy 
terrier, who refused to leave his grave in Greyfriars' 



i 



Devotion of Dogs to Human Beings 29 

Churchyard. In vain was he hourly driven out. Bobby 
stubbornly returned to the spot where he had seen 
his master's coffin laid. He loitered for years with in- 
effaceable memory round the soon effaced mound over 
the humble grave. Bobby's trial made him notorious. 
The Baroness Burdett Coutts visited Greyfriars, and 
saw the Highland mourner sitting patiently watching 
the sacred spot. Mr. Gourlay Steel painted the leal 
little terrier. The masterless dog, fed on charity, had 
by an irony of fate great length of days granted to him, 
and when his lease of life ended, he like his master, 
was buried in Greyfriars' Churchyard. At the street 
corner, near by the churchyard gate, a granite foun- 
tain, with an effigy of the dog sitting on guard, bears 
the inscription, " Greyfriars' Bobby, from the life, 
just before his death. A tribute to the affectionate 
fidelity of Greyfriars' Bobby. In 1858 this faithful 
dog followed the remains of his master to Greyfriars' 
Churchyard, and lingered near the spot until his death 
in 1872. With permission erected by the Baroness 
Burdett Coutts." 

The Rev. F. O. Morris, in Dogs and their Doings, 
adds still further to the account of this faithful Scotch 
terrier. James Brown, the old curator of the burial- 
ground, remembered poor Gray's funeral and said the 
dog was the most conspicuous mourner. After Bobby 
had lain shivering in the cold and wet for three days 
on the grave, James took pity on him and gave him 
some food. He never spent a night in all those years 
away from his master's grave. In bad weather when 
the attempt ,was made to keep him in doors, he howled 
so dismally, that he was allowed to have his way. For 



30 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

many years he was regularly fed by Mr. John Trail, of 
the restaurant, 6 Greyfriars Place. Bobby knew when 
Sunday came, and 'that the restaurant was closed, so 
he saved during the week old scraps of food, and hid 
them beneath a tombstone, near the grave where he 
kept watch for so many years. He knew the time for 
his midday meal by the firing of the time-gun. While 
sitting for his portrait in Mr. Steel's studio, Bobby on 
hearing the time-gun got quite excited and refused to 
be pacified until supplied with his midday meal. 

Rev. Mr. Morris tells the following, among many 
instances of devotion : " Donald Macdonald, who had 
been a shepherd for some years with Mr. Sutherland, 
at Tannachy, near Fochabers, died lately, and left a 
favorite collie, devotedly attached to its master. When 
Donald was lying in his coffin, the faithful dog was 
observed to stand up and place his paws on the edge of 
the coffin. He gazed for a considerable time on the 
face of his deceased owner, as if taking a final fare- 
well, and he accompanied the funeral procession to the 
burial ground at Chapelford, in the Enzie, a distance 
of four miles from his master's residence. Two days 
after, the poor, disconsolate animal was observed 
scraping upon the grave, and the mound had been so 
far cleaned out that the coffin was exposed. The de- 
voted collie was removed with difficulty, and has since 
then formed an uncommon attachment to the sexton." 

" A gentleman was obliged to go a journey periodi- 
cally. His stay was short, and his departure and re- 
turn were true to the appointed time. The dog was 
always uneasy when he first lost his master.-^nd moped 
in a corner, but recovered gradually as the time for 




i. MONUMENT TO CHARLES GOUGH. 2. MONUMENT TO JACK, 
owned by Dr. H. H. Kane, New York City (p 362). 



Devotion of Dogs to Human Beings 31 

his return approached; and when he was certain that 
his owner \vas not far from home, he bounded away 
to meet him. At length the old gentleman grew infirm, 
and incapable of continuing his journey. The dog by 
this time was also grown old, and became at length 
quite blind, but this misfortune did not hinder him 
from fondling upon his aged master, whom he knew 
from all other persons. The old gentleman died. The 
dog watched the corpse, blind as he was, and did his 
utmost to prevent the undertaker from screwing up 
the body in the coffin. He now grew disconsolate, lost 
his flesh, and was evidently verging towards his 
end." 

The London News, November 22, 1890, says that a 
monument has just been erected upon Helvellyn, to the 
memory of Charles Gough. who in the year 1805, was 
killed by falling from the high crags on the ridge that 
joins Stirling Edge to the summit. He was returning to 
Wythburn, where he lodged, from a fishing excursion 
in Patterdale. Probably a false step during a blinding 
hailstorm or dense fog, caused his death, on April 18. 
Three months afterward on July 20, his bones were 
found, still watched by his starving dog, a little yellow 
rough haired female terrier. She had given birth to 
puppies which were found dead by the side of the 
corpse. It is believed, though unable to secure food 
to make milk for her young, which died of starvation, 
she maintained her own life by bits of carrion sheep 
not infrequently found on the hills, but she probably 
had to search far and wide. She did not touch the 
remains of her master. She died a few years after- 
ward at Kendal. Frances Power Cobbe suggested 



32 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

the monument, and her designs have been carried out 
by the aid of the Rev. N. D. Rawnsley, Vicar of Crosth- 
waite, erected by Jos. W. Bromley of Keswick. After 
two verses of Wordsworth's beautiful poem, these 
words are cut on the stone : "In memory of that love 
and strength of feeling, this stone is erected." 

The European edition of the New York Herald 
gives the following: 

" A touching story of canine fidelity is told by the 
Lille correspondent of the Figaro. There lived at 
Marcq-en-Baroeul, near the busy manufacturing city, 
a little old gentleman who cared for only two things 
in the world, his sister and his dog. 

" There 'was nothing very remarkable about the dog. 
He was a sort of mongrel terrier, rejoicing in the 
democratic name of Ouat'-Sous, and was indeed a very 
plebeian among dogs, but he loved his master. 

" A few months ago the little old bachelor fell ill 
dangerously ill and Ouat'-Sous was a changed dog. 
He moped, scarcely ate enough to keep himself alive, 
and went sadly in and out of the sick room, with his 
head hanging and his tail between his legs. At last 
the little, old gentleman died, and, with his last breath, 
he confided Quat'-Sous, standing wistfully at the foot 
of the bed, to the care of his sister, to whom he left his 
little fortune. 

' The sister accepted Ouat-Sous as a sacred trust, 
but, do what she would, he still refused his food and 
moped and whined piteously. He was petted and 
caressed, the choicest tidbits were kept for him. and at 
last he was tied up that he might be sure of taking his 
meals at regular hours, but it was all in vain. 



Devotion of Dogs to Human Beings 3 3 

" A veterinary was called in and advised that Quat'- 
Sous should be allowed to run loose. ' The dog is not 
exactly ill,' he said, ' but he is mourning for his master. 
Let him go out and play with other dogs and he will be 
cured of his melancholy and recover his health and 
appetite.' 

' The advice was followed, but the chain had 
scarcely been unfastened from Quat'-Sous' collar when 
he darted off like an arrow to the cemetery, a good 
kilometre away. On reaching it he sniffed at all the 
graves,, and at last stopped at one, the grass on which 
was not yet green, and, after walking round it two or 
three times, lay down on it. It was his master's. 

" Since then he has not been tied up again, and 
never a week passes without the little terrier going to 
the cemetery and spending some time on the grave of 
the man he loved." 

" The Figaro relates a touching souvenir of the 
poet de Musset, as mentioned by the poet's governess, 
Mme. Adele Colin Martellet, who has just published 
her memoirs. 

" The poet had a small dog named Marzo. After 
the poet died the dog, supposing him absent, continued 
to await his return at the same hour every evening for 
a period of seven years, when it also died. 

" Mme. Martellet's husband took the dog to Auteuil 
to be buried, and found some workmen engaged in 
digging out a new street. The faithful dog was buried 
by the men, and the street in which the animal's re- 
mains were laid is called the rue de Musset." 

Field and Stream, 1898, tells this story of the de- 
votion of a setter: 



34 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

" Last fall, I went to North Carolina to shoot, tak- 
ing Jessie and two other dogs. After the first day out, 
which proved to be a very exhausting day's work, both 
for myself and the setters, Jessie showed signs of dul- 
ness, and seemed to lose, all at once, her dash and spirit. 
The next day I chained her in the stable. On my re- 
turn, I hurried to let her loose and examine into her 
condition. I found to my dismay that she was a very 
sick dog; her eyes were way back into her head, her 
breathing quick, and she would eat nothing, though I 
forced some extract of beef down her throat. 

" When I mounted my horse the next morning, 
Jessie staggered down the steps, and I got down, petted 
her, and told her to lie down on the mat on the porch. 
She looked at me with a wistful, longing gaze, that 
puzzled me then, but was made clear afterwards. I 
thought she would be all right in a few days, for she 
had been seriously sick several times, and I rode gayly 
off. After a splendid day's hunt, my friend and myself 
returned home. On reaching the gate, which was an 
unwieldy affair, I got down to open it. I had led the 
horses through, when to my amazement I saw a dog 
crawling towards me. 

" ' Jessie! ' I exclaimed. ' Can that be Jessie? ' 

" As I spoke she gave a whine of joy, and made a 
staggering run, and fairly leaped into my outstretched 
arms. 

" It was her last effort. She licked my hand, and 
with a whimper of content, her faithful eyes glazed, 
and I felt her form shiver, and thrill, and then stiffen in 
death. With her keen instinct she knew that death 
was near, and, nursing her strength, dragged her dying 



Devotion of Dogs to Human Beings 35 

form for nearly a mile, to see her master before she 
died. 

" Is there a man on earth who would not have 
dropped a tear over the dead body of such faithful 
love? " 

" Another story showing the love and devotion of 
dumb brutes," says the Lewiston (Me.) Journal,, 
comes from Milford, where two little white dogs, 
whose master, Edward McDade, was drowned more 
than a year ago, still may be seen every morning trot- 
ting through Milford and Oldtown to the ferry landing 
where their master went into the river, and then going 
back the four miles home, after satisfying themselves 
that he has not returned." 

" ' Ted ' was only a dog. But he was a faithful and 
affectionate animal, and he is believed to have died of 
grief for the death of his owner, John Gorman of West 
Hoboken. Gorman worked at the Weehawken coal 
docks. When Gorman went home at night there was 
always a race between Gorman's four children and 
' Ted ' to see which should be the first to greet him. 
One day about two weeks ago Gorman met with an 
accident. He was crushed between two coal cars, and 
was taken to St. Mary's Hospital, Hoboken, where he 



" When the body was taken home ' Ted ' sat at the 
head o the coffin and refused to be driven away. When 
the body was taken to the church, ' Ted ' followed the 
funeral procession, waiting patiently outside the 
church. Then he followed his master to the cemetery. 
He remained there when the family went home, but 
returned to the house shortly after sundown. 



36 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

" Then he took the place he had occupied while he 
sat beside the coffin. The children, whose grief was no 
keener than his, tried to induce him to play, but he 
would not leave the place he had selected. He also 
refused to eat. Various kinds of meat were set before 
him, and he was also tempted with saucers of milk, but 
he would neither eat nor drink. On Thursday night he 
died, and Mrs. Gorman says he deliberately starved 
himself to death through grief for the death of his 
master. 

" Yesterday the four little Gorman children placed 
: ' Ted's ' body in a box, and buried it in the garden 
under a tree." 





I. MOORLANDER, SKYE TERRIER, owned by Mr. George Caverhill, 
Montreal. Never exhibited without winning a prize. 2. CHAM- 
PION NUBIAN REBEL, BROWN POMERANIAN, Swiss Mountain 
Kennels, Germantown, Pa. Won thirty-two first prizes in England, 
and about the same number in America. 



CHAPTER II 
Dogs Save From Drowning 

SULTAN, a handsome Newfoundland dog, helped 
to rescue his little friend Mina Schumacher, 
on the Harlem River, September. 1897. She 
and her mother had gone with a rowing party and the 
boat capsized in the Harlem Ship Canal, as old 
Spuyten Duyvil Creek is now called. Young William 
Harrison, the only one of the party who could swim, 
helped to save Mrs. Schumacher, and his father, and 
then turned to little Mina. He could not at first see 
her, but Sultan had her dress skirt fastened between 
his strong teeth, and was swimming toward the shore. 
At first the dog would not let the young man touch her, 
but finally seemed to realize that he could trust him to 
help, as he was Mina's friend. William took the child, 
the dog swimming beside them, till, being nearly ex- 
hausted, he grasped the long hair of Sultan, and the 
dog towed them both to land. 

Rex, a St. Bernard, saved two boys at Fort Hamil- 
ton, July, 1899. Eddie Ouinn, aged eleven years and 
his friend Charles Goodwin of the same age, were 
bathing at the foot of Fifth street. The undertow car- 
ried them into deep water, where they soon would 
have been drowned. There was no one near, but the 
intelligent dog. Catching Eddie by the bathing suit, 
Rex swam through the surf, and laid the boy on the 



38 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

beach. Then he swam and saved young Goodwin. 
Mr. Quinn had been offered $250 for Rex, but now 
money could not buy him. 

Lester, the seven-year-old son of John Voorhees, 4 
Bayard street, New Brunswick, N. J., was playing 
with some companions on the banks of the Raritan 
River, in the middle of July. They were throwing 
pieces of wood into the stream for their dog to bring 
to shore. Lester lost his balance and fell into the river. 
The playmates screamed, but were powerless to help. 
The dog sprang into the river, seized Lester, and 
brought him safely ashore. 

The Boston Beacon, October 21, 1899, has the fol- 
lowing : 

" A German contemporary describes the following 
incident, which has recently occurred in the district 
of Samland, near Konigsberg. Two youngsters a 
boy of ten and a girl of eleven years were playing on 
the brink of a deep piece of water, and, while trying to 
reach a piece of wood, overbalanced themselves and 
fell into the water. The dog began to bark, but created 
little attention. The animal then sprang into the 
stream and swam to the children. Seizing the clothes 
of one with his teeth, he brought it to the shore, and 
plunging again, succeeded in bringing the other like- 
wise. Then Jordan, for so the dog was called, ran to 
the manor house and howled. Thinking something 
amiss, the dog was followed to the scene. The chil- 
dren were on the shore, senseless. When they re- 
gained consciousness, the dog began to lick their faces 
and hands, dSid pranced about with the utmost delight. 
The next day the boy, apparently none the worse, 



Dogs Save From Drowning 39 

clambered as usual on the back of the faithful St. Ber- 
nard. But the dog now took its youthful rider in an 
opposite direction to the water. Jordan is to be re- 
warded with a brand-new collar, with the date of the 
rescue engraved upon it, and will receive a lifelong 
pension from the family for his sagacity." 

Five years ago, A. A. Martin from New London, 
Conn., was hunting on the James River, above Rich- 
mond, Va., with his Newfoundland dog, Colored Boy. 
Hearing a cry of distress, the dog jumped over the side 
of the boat, swam out to what proved to be a man, and 
brought him to the shore. When consciousness was re- 
stored, the man, whose name was Jenkins, offered to 
buy the dog who had saved his life, but his owner 
would not part with him. Several times afterwards, 
the man tried to buy the dog, but was always refused. 
December, 1899, Mr. Jenkins died, and left to the 
master of Colored Boy, $2,000 in cash and other prop- 
perty, in remembrance of his life being saved by the 
noble animal. The dog went with his master to receive 
the bequest. 

The San Francisco Chronicle of January, 1897, re- 
cords the following noble deed : 

" Among the many heroic deeds performed at the 
wreck of the City of Chester, there is one which should 
not go unrecorded. Captain Wallace had on board the 
Chester a large, finely built Irish setter dog named 
Jerry. Amid the general confusion which reigned 
aboard the doomed vessel Jerry didn't get much atten- 
tion. He ran up and down the deck among the fright- 
ened people looking for his friends, and being unable 
to find them, remained on board, and, according to the 



40 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

testimony of First Mate McCallum, was the last living 
being on the deck. He was drawn under by the suction 
when the vessel sank, but came up again and began 
swimming about among the people in the water. He 
came to a woman floating about helpless and almost 
gone, and the noble animal caught her dress in his 
teeth and began swimming for the lifeboats. He was 
seen by several persons from the deck of the Oceanic 
as well as by the first mate, who was in the water him- 
self, and when McCallum, the mate, was picked up, 
he directed the boat to the dog, and both woman and 
animal were taken into the boat and saved. The dog 
found a friend in McCallum and remained with him, 
and last night, when the mate went to the morgue to 
announce that he was not dead, Jerry was following 
at his heels as if he knew what a brave part he had 
played, and wanted to be seen in the company of the 
man who launched the first lifeboat." 

Saxon, a Newfoundland dog, belonging to Harry 
Stimms of Passaic avenue, Arlington, N. J., saved the 
life of little Mary Anderson, who fell from a float into 
the river, and was being carried away by the current, 
August, 1897. The dog plunged in after her and 
brought her to shore. 

Little Isaac Hopper of East Sixteenth street, New 
York, was playing on the pier when he fell into the 
river, June, 1897. Cervera, his dog, barked loudly for 
help, and knowing there was no time to lose, jumped 
into the water, and held the lad up by the coat collar 
till two men came and pulled them both out. 

In Findlay, Ohio, an intoxicated painter attempted 
to end his life in May, 1897, by jumping into an old 



Dogs Save From Drowning 41 

quarry bed containing fifteen feet of water. His Eng- 
lish setter, with head clearer than that of his master, 
sprang in after him, pulled him to the side of the 
quarry, and by his barking attracted the attention of 
passers by, so that the man's life was saved. 

Frank Wentz, a boy of eleven, at Springville, S. 1., 
June, 1899, not returning home when he was expected, 
his father searched for him two hours, thinking he 
might be lost in the woods. He called many times but 
there was no answer. Frank's Newfoundland dog ran 
through the woods for a short time, but soon started 
for a deep pond. The father heard his loud barking, 
and hastened to the spot. The dog had dragged the 
body of his boy from the water, and lay beside it. 
Frank had gone in to bathe and lost his life. 

A St. Bernard saved the three-year-old child of Au- 
gustus Howe of Ryder's Corners, N. Y. The boy had 
wandered a short distance from the house to the bank 
of a stream and had fallen into deep water. The dog, 
though held with a cord, plunged forward with suffi- 
cient force to break it, hastened to the stream, and 
brought the little one to the shore. The howling of 
the St. Bernard alarmed the parents who hastened to 
the place, and took their child home rejoicing, and 
thankful to their dumb friend. 

The New York Herald, September 8, 1899, has this 
story of " Westmore : " 

" From a dock at High Bridge yesterday afternoon 
a Newfoundland dog jumped into the Harlem River, 
seized in its teeth the waist of the dress of a drowning 
girl, swam with her close to the dock and supported her 
there until both were rescued. 
t 



42 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

" The child, who is seven years old, is the daughter 
of Mrs. Jennie Dorian, who lives at Sedgwick avenue 
and Wolf street. The dog was owned by Edward S. 
Jordan, who lived in Devoe street, but is now a resi- 
dent of Philadelphia. The animal, who answered .to 
the name ' Westmore,' had strayed away from home 
just before its master's removal from Harlem, and 
since then has been roving about the docks in that 
section. 

" Mrs. Dorian and her daughter were amusing them- 
selves on the High Bridge dock about five o'clock yes- 
terday afternoon, when the little one fell overboard. 
The mother, unable to reach her, screamed for help. 

" ' Westmore,' attracted by her cries, saw the strug- 
gling girl and plunged into the water after her. The 
work of rescue by the intelligent dog was completed 
by Policeman Michael Shea, of the High Bridge squad, 
who lowered himself over the edge of the dock and 
lifted rescued and rescuer on top of it. 

" The child was taken home and soon recovered. 
The dog has been adopted by the police of the High 
Bridge station. They have rechristened him ' Dewey/ 
which name is to appear on a collar, the money for 
which the admiring bluecoats have already subscribed." 

A St. Bernard, owned by the wife of Lieut. Powell 
of the First United States Infantry, gave the alarm, 
and thus saved the life of Miss Fitzgerald, only child 
of Attorney General Fitzgerald of California in the 
fall of 1898. Fainting on the shore near Fort Point, 
she fell into the water, and had twice gone under, 
when she was rescued by the men from the United 
States life-saving station near by. 



Dogs Save From Drowning 43 

In June, 1898, Dinah, a Newfoundland dog, tried in 
vain to save ten-year-old Annie Barrows. Mr. Fred- 
erick Barrows, of Rahway, N. J., lives close to the 
river, his yard forming a portion of the bank. The 
baby and the dog played on the grass, till the mother 
chained the dog to her kennel. While she was gone 
to the front gate to make some purchase of a huckster, 
she heard Dinah howl, and turning back, saw her drag- 
ging her heavy box toward the river, although the 
chain was near choking her. She did not realize for 
the moment what her frantic leaps meant, and then 
she thought of the child. Running to the bank, she 
saw Annie disappear for the last time. Screaming, 
and unable to swim, she sprang into the water, six feet 
deep at that point, and would have been drowned, 
save for the huckster, who rushed after her, and 
brought her ashore unconscious. Had the dog not been 
chained, she would without doubt have saved the life 
of the child. 

Sefton Hero and Rufford Ormonde, two prize collies 
of Mr. J. Pierpont Morgan, of New York, saved a 
young woman from drowning in July, 1897. Robert 
K. Armstrong, the Superintendent of Mr. Morgan's 
kennels, with his wife, baby, and friend were upset in 
their boat on the Hudson, and thrown into the river. 
The friend could not swim, and the noble dogs plunged 
to her rescue. Rufford Ormonde took hold of one arm 
with his teeth, and Sefton Hero placed himself so that 
the woman rested squarely on his back. Working to- 
gether they dragged her safely to shore. Mr. Arm- 
strong writes me : " I still have them both in the 
kennels, and there were never two more faithful dogs." 



44 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

Commodore, a small fox terrier, saved a life in De- 
cember, 1897. A boat was moored at the foot of East 
Sixteenth street, New York, with James Meany, and 
Captain John Foster's dog on board. In the middle of 
the night the boat began to sink, through some acci- 
dent. The faithful dog on the deck, realized it, and 
dashed below to wake up Meany. He jumped into 
the bunk, then barked, and seeing that the man did not 
waken, he pawed his face. As soon as he was awake 
and saw the water pouring in, Commodore leaped 
about for joy. Meany fell and broke his arm in his 
eagerness to escape, and his cries brought a watchman 
who had him carried to a hospital. The boat kept on 
sinking till only the pilot house was visible, and on this 
the poor dog sat whining piteously. 

When the Captain was notified of the sinking of 
his boat, he hurried to the scene, and saw Commodore 
begging for help. " I think as much of that dog as I 
do of myself," said the Captain, who at once procured 
a long ladder and climbed up to the frightened crea- 
ture. Commodore sprang into the arms of his master, 
and gave a bark of gratitude and affection. 

The Baltimore Sun tells this incident: 

" The large pet dog of Charles Hagerman of Irish- 
town, Adams County, saved the life of his three-year- 
old son in a singular manner while the two were at 
play in the yard. The child had a chain fastened 
around its body and attached to the neck of the dog. 
They were strolling about, when the boy accidentally 
fell into the cistern, containing several feet of water. 
The dog, bracing himself for the shock, pulled on the 
chain with sufficient force to hold the child's head 



Dogs Save From Drowning 45 

above the water. The pitiful cries of the boy were 
heard by a young lady residing with the family, who 
hastened to the scene and rescued the little fellow from 
his perilous position." 

The Wheeling Intelligencer has the following of a 
man who, crossing the Seventeenth street bridge, lost 
his balance as he leaned over the balustrade, and fell 
into a deep hole in the creek : " He either could not 
swim, or was rendered powerless by fright or the effect 
of his concussion head first with the water, and floun- 
dered about helplessly. A few spectators were in sight, 
and all rushed to the bank expecting to see the man 
drown. He sank twice, and was about going down the 
third time never to rise alive, when a huge, shaggy 
Newfoundland dog dashed down the bank, leaped into 
the creek, swam to the man, and grasping him by the 
coat held him up and pulled him toward the shore until 
the man's feet were dh the solid ground, not letting go 
his hold until both were clear out of the water. Then 
the shaggy brute shook his coat dry, and walked off 
wagging his tail, amid the plaudits of a hundred odd 
men and boys who had been attracted by the shouts of 
the few people who witnessed the man's tumble. The 
man, as much dead as alive, waited until he had re- 
covered his senses entirely and drained somewhat, and 
then walked off. Neither the man nor the dog was 
known to any of the eye-witnesses." 

Mrs. R. Lee, in her Anecdotes of Animals tells how 
her father, when a boy, was missing, and he was traced 
to a deep pond in his mother's garden. His New- 
foundland dog Trial was called, his young master's 
clothes were shown him, and the pond pointed out. 



46 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

Trial dashed in and soon brought out the body. He 
watched most intently all the efforts made to restore 
animation, and at last when dry himself got into the 
bed, and by his own warmth gave heat and circulation 
to the half expiring child. 

Mrs. Lee tells also of a Scotch Terrier which be- 
longed to her mother. Peter was at one time stolen by 
a dog-dealer or rather dog-stealer, and placed in a 
cellar with other dogs, either to be shipped away, or 
returned if the reward offered seemed large enough. 
The dog refused to eat, seemed insensible to kindness 
or anger, and was brought back because they thought 
he would die in a day or two. During the last three 
months of the mother's life, Peter was almost always 
on her bed, day and night, and when death was daily 
expected, he became sad and dull, and crept into a 
corner under the bed, his place of refuge when in 
trouble. When his mistress wished to say farewell to 
him, he became so dejected, and trembled so violently, 
that they thought he would die. After her death, as 
long as the body remained in the house, he took every 
opportunity to walk around it and lie under it. After 
she was buried he grew indifferent to every one except 
Mrs. Lee's brother, never played again, and four years 
afterwards was found dead in his corner of refuge. 

Mrs. Lee tells of a poor little expiring puppy, a 
Scotch Terrier, which she found one day by the edge 
of a pond, and brought him home and saved him. 
Bruin became a great pet, and very mischievous. The 
chickens began to disappear, and he was watched, and 
found to be guilty. Mrs. Lee scolded him, but he for- 
got three days afterward and killed more chickens. 



Dogs Save From Drowning 47 

Mrs. Lee tied a dead chicken to his neck, and shut him 
up all day in the tool-house, visiting him several times 
and telling him how naughty he was. He felt the 
rebuke so keenly that he could not eat, but recovered 
his wonted gayety when he found that he was entirely 
forgiven. He never touched a chicken again. 

Noir, according to the New York Herald, April 
29, 1897, saved the life of one of the crew of the 
" Marie." 

" The steamship ' Munchen,' of the North German 
Lloyd line, which reached port last night, brought 
with her the crew of the French fishing brigantine 
' Marie,' which had been dismasted in a gale. The 
' Marie ' was waterlogged and in a sinking condition 
when the ' Munchen ' sighted the craft. 

" The hero of the party was Noir, a shaggy New- 
foundland. While the crew were dropping into the 
boats from the abandoned vessel, one of them fell 
overboard. In an instant Noir leaped into the water, 
and as the man rose he seized his blouse in his teeth, 
supporting him until his companions pulled him into 
the boat. Noir then scrambled in and wagged his tail 
happily, while the rescued seaman hugged him in a 
true French burst of gratitude." 

" Frederick T., the fourteen-year-old son of Thomas 
Hunt of Greenwich, while skating on Seeley's pond, 
was drowned, and a colored man who went to the boy's 
assistance had a narrow escape from the same fate. 

" While the man was putting on his skates the boy, 
who was skating, disappeared. Going out on the ice, 
the man found the youth struggling in the water. He 
went to his rescue, but the ice being thin, both were 



48 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

soon in the water. The colored man held the lad's 
head above the water as long as strength lasted, calling 
for help all the while. Becoming benumbed with cold, 
he was compelled to release the boy, who then sank. 

" The family dog, hearing the cries, brought help, 
and the half -frozen man was rescued. Later the body 
of the boy was recovered." 

" When Robert Kirkland, a nine-year-old boy, of 
Smithville, New Jersey, fell in the Rancocas River, 
his cries attracted the attention of his dog, some dis- 
tance away. 

" The Newfoundland immediately plunged in, seized 
the coat collar of young Kirkland and brought him 
ashore in an unconscious condition. Then the dog ran 
to the Kirkland house and by his queer barking made 
Mrs. Kirkland to realize that something was wrong. 
He ran in the direction of the river and she followed, 
with two daughters of Robert Powell, a neighbor. 

" The dog led them to the spot where Robert was 
lying insensible. Mrs. Kirkland and the two Powell 
girls carried the boy home, where physicians revived 
him." 



CHAPTER III 
Dogs Save From Fire 

ONE rarely takes up a newspaper without finding 
an account of life saved by a dog, either trom 
fire, or drowning, or burglars. %i Our Dumb 
Animals" for January, 1900, has the following: 
'* San Francisco, Cal., Nov. 30. The home of Alice 
Rix, a well-known California newspaper writer, was 
burned at Belvidere yesterday. That she and her 
husband did not lose their lives was due to the Great 
Dane ' Pharo,' which had been a favorite watch dog. 
The family were aroused from sleep by the dog howl- 
ing at the door of the house and hammering on the 
knocker with his huge paws. Her husband opened his 
chamber door and found the hall full of smoke. He 
slid out of an upstairs window by a line made from the 
bedclothes and then put up a ladder for his wife and 
her maid to escape by. The fire destroyed the house 
and all its contents." 

The family of William O'Donnell, near the Bronx 
Zoological Gardens, New York, were saved from 
burning, November 15, 1899, by their large watch 
dog. At three o'clock in the morning the dog saw the 
two story frame house on fire. He bounded up the 
porch, dashed through the window where the man and 
his wife were sleeping and awakened them by his bark- 
ing and running about in great agitation. 



$o Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

Mr. O'Donnell carried his sick wife and baby a 
month old out into the rain and deep mud to the 
nearest house, shouting to his five other children as he 
went, and then rushed back to try and save them. The 
firemen had reached the house meantime, and together 
they rescued the children just before the flames reached 
them. Had it not been for the alert, faithful dog, 
probably eight persons would have perished. 

The burning house was in sight of the animals at the 
Gardens, and the buffalo, elk, bears, foxes, wolves and 
monkeys were all terrified, rushing about and making 
all manner of noises in their pitiful fright. 

" If it had not been for ' Duke/ the large St. Ber- 
nard dog owned by John B. Gill of Bourne street, 
Forest Hills, Boston, there would doubtless have been 
two lives lost in the fire that broke out at ' Wood- 
bourne ' early yesterday morning," says the Boston 
Post, October. 1899. 

" Mr. Gill, who is a lineman in the employ of the L 
road, is engaged by the Minot heirs as a caretaker in 
one of the three houses that comprise the ' Wood- 
bourne ' property. When he started for his work 
Sunday night Mr. Gill, according to his usual custom, 
left a lamp burning in the front hall. 

" Mrs. Gill and Archie Simmonds a six-year-old 
boy who boards with the family, were asleep on the 
first floor. About one o'clock there was a cry of fire and 
the neighbors who were awakened were startled to 
see the sky lighted with the glare of flames. 

" An unknown man ran to a nearby box and pulled 
in an alarm. When he returned to the scene with 
others of the neighbors he found the occupants of the 



Dogs Save From Fire 51 

house running out scantily clad. Rushing about in 
front of the house, barking in a frenzy, was the dog. 
It was he that had aroused the sleepers. 

" Yesterday Mrs. Gill told the story of the fire as she 
lay prostrated from the shock at the home of Mr. and 
Mrs. Nichols, who are neighbors of hers. 

" ' Yes/ said she, ' if it hadn't been for Duke we 
would surely have been burned or suffocated. About 
one o'clock I was awakened by a terrible barking. Duke 
had my arm in his mouth and was trying to drag me 
from bed. When I got up to see what the matter was 
there was Duke dragging Archie along over the floor 
towards the door. Then the dog came back and tugged 
at my night dress till I rushed to the door leading to the 
front hall. 

' The hallway was full of smoke and flames, and 
snatching up Archie I started out through the kitchen 
to the back door and got out safely. All the time 
Duke was barking and tugging away at our garments 
in an effort to get us out quickly. Why, he even 
pounced against the closed door and tried to break it 
open. He behaved like a hero throughout.' 

" Duke, the great shaggy St. Bernard, has been in 
the family for over a year." 

A Great Dane dog saved Swen Olson of Chicago 
from death by fire in December, 1898. He lived alone 
with his dog in a frame house and was asleep on the 
second floor, when the animal awakened him by bark- 
ing and pulling at his bed clothes. The smoke had half 
suffocated the man, sixty years old, so that he was 
unable to escape. 

The faithful dog stayed by his master till he saw 



52 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

the walls burning around him, when he ran into the 
street whining and barking to attract the attention 
of the firemen, who were trying to extinguish the 
flames of an adjacent building as well as the one 
where Olson was living. They hastened to the second 
story, guided by the Great Dane, found the man un- 
conscious, and carried him out of the house. The dog 
had saved his life. 

Two water spaniels in the month of December in 
Chicago saved the lives of George Miland and his 
wife, who were asleep in apartments over their laundry. 
The dogs were locked in the laundry for the night, 
and at two o'clock awakened the man and his wife 
by barking. The flames had started in the boiler room 
and had gained considerable headway. 

The Philadelphia Press tells how Paddy, a black and 
white bull terrier, by his barking awakened Mrs. 
Sweeney and her two children in time to save their 
lives. A hanging lamp had fallen to the floor, and the 
oil caught fire. The mother hastened to the neighbors 
at two o'clock in the morning, and the fire was ex- 
tinguished. 

A pet dog by his barking saved the lives of Mrs. 
Erskine Latimer Waite and her household at Rahway, 
N. J., December 9, 1899. The elegant home with its 
art treasures was destroyed, but the family escaped in 
their night-clothes from the second story down the 
frame lattice work which enclosed the porch. 

A little Skye terrier, Trix, by her barking saved the 
life of Frank Miller in June, 1898, at the house of the 
Bloomingdale Boat Club, at the foot of West iO2nd 
street, New York. He was the steward and slept there 



Dogs Save From Fire 53 

during the boating season, his dumb friend, who was 
devoted to him and he to her, always keeping him com- 
pany. When Trix gave the alarm Miller hastily picked 
up some clothing and ran towards the door opening 
out on the bridge which spans the New York Central 
tracks. Trix followed in the blinding smoke. The fire 
had burned a hole in the floor, which the little crea- 
ture could not see, and into this she fell and was killed 
instantly. She had saved her master's life, but lost her 
own. 

Prince, a Skye terrier owned by Mrs. S. A. Spector, 
of Derby, Conn., ran half a mile and gave an alarm to 
the police, thus saving an entire block of houses. 

A fire broke out in the box factory of John Gil- 
martin, 481 Cherry street, New York, the last of May, 
1898. A black and white dog, who had hung about 
the place for months and been fed by the workmen, was 
alone in the factory. He ran up and down from one end 
to the other, barking at the top of his lungs. A police- 
man heard him and rang for the engines, but the dog 
did not know this, and kept on barking till the firemen 
broke in the doors. The dog wagged his tail and 
seemed delighted. A dozen horses were in the building 
and these were led out and saved. The dog jumped 
about their feet trying to express his joy at their de- 
liverance. The lives of many persons were saved, as 
well as the horses and buildings, by this faithful dog. 

Prince, a spaniel, owned by a shoemaker in the base- 
ment of a five-story tenement house, 787 Seventh ave- 
nue, New York, saved the lives of the occupants in 
December, 1899. His barking awoke a man on the 
first floor, who aroused the other people. The poor 



54 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

dog was not forgotten as is sometimes the case, but 
was liberated by a person breaking the door. 

Fido, in the night awakened his master, William 
Courtney, 380 West Fourteenth street, New York, and 
called his attention to a burning barn, which was en- 
dangering the lives of many persons in the adjacent 
houses. 

Flora, a pet dog at 910 Columbus Avenue, New 
York, in December, 1898, awakened the people in the 
large apartment house by her barking. The owner 
tried to stop her, but did not succeed, and was grateful 
to her when he found that there was a fire in the cellar. 
The firemen were sent for, and it was extinguished. 
Fifteen families were saved by the dog. 

A setter dog belonging to the janitress saved the 
lives of the inmates of the apartment house, 335 East 
Seventeenth street, New York, September, 1897. The 
fire broke out in the second story, at two o'clock in the 
morning, and the forty persons in the house were 
awakened by the dog's constant and furious bark- 
ing. 

Our Fellow Creatures quotes from The New York 
World, June 18, 1897: 

" The cottage of Mrs. Charles Smith, a widow, was 
one of the prettiest in all Pelham Manor, that village 
of dainty houses. It was surrounded by trees and 
lawns and beds of flowers. Mrs. Smith lived there 
with her young son, Fred, and several servants. 

" Mary Wilson, a maid, was aroused at 3 A. M. 
yesterday by the loud barking of a dog and the efforts 
of somebody to drag her from her bed. The room 
was full of smoke. Mary could hardly breathe and 



Dogs Save From Fire 55 

she was so overcome by the smoke that her mind was 
not clear. Presently she realized that Gyp, the family 
pet, a big Newfoundland dog, had barked to awaken 
her, and rinding this ineffective, had tried to drag 
her from the bed. 

" Mary ran upstairs and called Mrs. Smith, who 
was nearly suffocated by the smoke which now filled 
every part of the house and could hardly be awakened. 
Fred Smith was asleep in a room at the end of the 
hall. The passage was black with thick clouds of 
smoke, but Mary Wilson ran through it, picked up the 
boy without waking him and carried him to his mother. 

" It was with the greatest difficulty that Mary 
aroused the other servants, but soon all the occupants 
fled to the lawn. 

" It is supposed that the fire was started by some 
prowler who was trying to rob the house. Pelham 
Manor is just outside the New York city line. 

" Gyp has been admired and petted by every one in 
Pelham Manor during the day. She bears her honors 
modestly." 

Two fox terriers saved the lives of Mr. and Mrs. 
Charles Lawrence, Camden, New Jersey, February 
19, 1901. Both dogs were burned. 

A shoemaker in Camden, N. J., September, 1897, 
was awakened by his pug dog, Tip, barking in a rear 
shed. Going downstairs, he opened the kitchen door, 
when the flames burst upon him from head to foot. 
He ran to the fire-box and gave the alarm, and then 
carried his aged and helpless grandmother downstairs. 
The housekeeper escaped without injury. The poor 
dog meantime had ceased to howl. The firemen found 



56 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

his blackened body in the shed, from which his alarm 
had saved three lives. 

Rex, a shaggy dog, saved the Trenton Hardware 
Company's store, one of the largest in Trenton, N. J., 
January, 1899. He had no home, but the clerks gave 
him welcome, and he guarded the store in gratitude. 
The night watchman saw Rex with his paws against 
the glass door, barking furiously. The man broke in 
the door, and Rex led the way to the cellar, where was 
a pile of shavings all ablaze. In five minutes, the 
appeals of Rex would have been too late to save the 
building, or his own life. 

Dewey, a brindle dog, tried to save his little three- 
year-old playmate to whom he was devoted, Mary 
Tonis, of Paterson, N. J., September, 1898. She and 
another child were playing with matches in the barn, 
while the dog was asleep on the barn floor. Awakened 
by her screams, he saw little Mary in flames. He 
grasped her dress with his teeth and dragged her out 
into the yard, barking and pawing, as though he were 
stamping out the flames. The mother poured water on 
her child, whose clothing was quite burned off, and she 
was taken unconscious to the hospital. 

Humane Christian Culture for July, 1899, tells the 
story of Bruno, a Newfoundland dog, who in a fire in 
a hotel in the oil regions, awakened every sleeper by 
barking and pawing on each door in the corridors. 
He tried in vain a second time to awaken the drunken 
clerk, his master, and pulled him out of the fire to a 
place of safety, his torn clothing showing the marks 
of Bruno's teeth. When the morning came the charred 
body of the faithful dog was found. He was put into 



Dogs Save From Fire 57 

a clean box and buried, and a marble slab, telling of 
his bravery, placed at the head of the grave. 

The London " Spectator " tells the story of a Rus- 
sian poodle, Zulu, that slept in the basement of a house 
in that city. One night he went to the top of the house 
and awakened one of the servants. She let him in, 
but the dog would not allow her to sleep. At last she 
got up, went into the hall and saw a light, showing 
that there was a fire somewhere. All the family were 
gotten out, and the house itself saved from burning. 
One of the London insurance companies has presented 
the dog a silver medal, with his name engraved upon 
it, as Zulu saved not only the family, but the house 
from burning. 

In New Buffalo, Ohio, December, 1899, Mrs. John 
Elseis caught fire, and running in her fright, the flames 
spread over her. Her faithful dog, realizing her dan- 
ger, jumped upon her, knocking her to the ground, and 
then tore the burning garments from her body. By 
this her life was saved, although she was badly burned. 

In Findlay, Ohio, the loud barking of his dog 
awakened Daniel Dubois, who found his house in 
flames. He succeeded in taking out his family in their 
night clothes, with the thermometer eleven degrees be- 
low zero, but the noble dog, rushing into the building, 
was burned to death. 

In Massillon, Ohio, December, 1899, a dog was 
barking furiously, when his master called to him to 
stop. Not succeeding, the man went upstairs and 
found that clothing hung too near an overheated stove- 
pipe had caused a fire. But for the dog, who is now 
the hero of the neighborhood, not only the master's 



58 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

home, but others close to it, doubtless would have been 
burned. 

In Cleveland, Ohio, in a two-story brick building on 
Pearl street, a fire broke out in the shoe store on the 
first floor. Above slept Mrs. Larson, her son Johnny, 
and a boarder. All slept soundly and did not realize 
the dense smoke, and their danger, till Johnny's dog, a 
mixture of water spaniel and St. Bernard, jumped on 
Mrs. Larson's bed and pulled at the bed clothes with 
all his might. Half suffocated though he was, he tore 
about the rooms, barking and arousing the other sleep- 
ers. All escaped safely into the street. 

The Cleveland Press, April 2, 1900, tells of a mar- 
velous escape from fire : 

" At 3 -.20 A. M., Monday, a fierce fire broke out in 
a two-story brick factory building at Mason street and 
the C. &. P. tracks, used by the Hill Syrup Company. 
The fire spread rapidly, and soon the entire building 
was filled with a blinding, dense smoke. 

" Chas. Vane, watchman of the company, sleeps on 
a cot in the engine room. Vane has a Great Dane dog, 
which sleeps in the same room. Little by little, the 
engine room filled up with the insidious smoke. The 
dog barked, but his master did not move. In his sleep 
he was inhaling certain death. 

" Then the faithful animal seemed to realize that 
desperate measures were necessary, or his master would 
die where he slept. Up on the cot the animal jumped, 
and licked Vane's face, barking all the time. The half- 
conscious man did not stir, and the smoke was growing 
thicker. 

" Then the dog, seizing the bed clothes and Vane's 



Dogs Save From Fire 59 

night clothing, yanked and pulled in desperation. Then 
he pawed at his master's face. 

" With a start, Vane woke up and saw the situation 
at a glance. He opened a door which led to safety, 
but the flames burst fiercely into the engine room. To 
make his escape, Vane was forced to break a window 
and jump a distance of ten feet. He succeeded in 
dragging out the dog that had saved his life. Vane's 
hands and face were cut by the glass." 

A fox-terrier saved three lives at a fire, 274 West 
1 1 7th street, New York city, January, 1898. At three 
o'clock in the morning, Dandy, the dog, jumped upon 
Mrs. Bartholdi's bed and woke her with a shrill bark. 
The room was full of smoke and the crackling flames 
could be heard. She aroused her husband, and hur- 
ried into the street with her daughter, Rosie. Mr. Bar- 
tholdi rang all the bells in the apartment house, and 
then turned in the alarm. 

The family on the fourth floor were surrounded by 
flames. Firemen ran up the stairs and rescued Mrs. 
Garvey and her mother, by means of the air shaft. 
William Florence threw himself across the shaft, and 
Sergeant Hulslander helped the women over the human 
bridge formed by his body. Mrs. Garvey seized her 
pet dog in her arms, and it was rescued with her, but 
her poor cat and canary bird left behind, were smoth- 
ered by the smoke. 

Tray, belonging to William J. Clark, 39 Pacific 
street, Brooklyn, saved a family of six from burning. 
At one o'clock in the morning, Mr. Clark was 
awakened by his dog pawing at the front door, but 
paid no attention till the dog whined impatiently. 



60 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

Then Mr. Clark arose, and found smoke pouring into 
his room. He aroused his wife, who is an invalid, 
and his four children. Meantime policemen had come 
and forced the front door. Mrs. Clark was carried out, 
and the children saved just in time, as the building 
was destroyed. 

Prince, a red Irish setter, at three o'clock in the 
morning, aroused the people of 346 West 36th street, 
New York city, by barking and scratching at the doors. 
It is believed that he was tearing down the blazing 
curtains which started the fire. Eighteen families were 
on the upper floors, and all were saved. 

The New York World for November 23, 1897, tells 
the following story of Yaller, the canine pet of the 
Eldridge Street Police Station, when a fire broke out 
in the basement of 26 Allen street : " The house is a 
six-story double tenement, narrow and crowded, a 
typical east-side structure of the days before building 
reform. The first floor is occupied by two small stores. 
Above these are five floors crowded by twelve fami- 
lies. 

" Every one in the house was asleep when Samuel 
Berkowitz, who drives an express wagon in Jersey 
City, came home. His cry of ' Fire ! ' brought Police- 
men Stiller, Cohen and Cunningham. With Cun- 
ningham came Yaller. 

" Into the house ran the policemen, rousing the ten- 
ants. All the lights were out and the policemen stum- 
bled, but Yaller had no trouble. Up the stairs he ran, 
barking loudly and pawing at each door. 

" When they thought all the tenants had been 
awakened the policeman left, calling the dog. But 



Dogs Save From Fire 61 

Yaller remained behind, pawing at a door on the fifth 
floor until Cohen went back. He found one family 
had not been awakened. He roused the members and 
then the dog followed to the street, but a moment 
later was heard barking loudly again inside the 
house. 

" Policeman Cunningham and a fireman ran through 
the smoke and upstairs. On the third floor they found 
Mrs. Nathan Tusk and her little baby overcome by 
smoke and terror. Yaller was alternately tugging at 
the woman's dress and barking for assistance. Babe, 
dog and woman were carried down in safety and 
Yaller left satisfied. 

" Yaller, after finishing his regular tour of duty with 
Cunningham, returned to the station. He slept all the 
afternoon under Sergeant McDermott's desk and was 
out on post again last night. 

" He was with McLaughlin once when two men 
rifled a weighing machine in Orchard street. The 
policeman caught one thief, but the other ran until 
Yaller overtook him, caught him by the leg and held 
him until another policeman arrived. 

" After that Yaller followed Policeman Gazell in a 
chase over roofs after two thieves. The latter went 
through a skylight and disappeared, but Yaller fol- 
lowed and cornered them until Gazell came. 

" His visit to the ' Horse Show,' as the police call 
the trial-room at Headquarters, is historical. Patrol- 
man Sullivan was on trial. Yaller sat beside the po- 
liceman until the case was called. Then the dog 
marched up to Commissioner Grant's desk. Colonel 
Grant was at first indignant. 



62 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

" ' That's Sullivan's witness,' whispered an attend- 
ant, who introduced Yaller. 

" ' I'll have him up here on the bench, then/ said the 
Commissioner, smiling, and Yaller promptly seated 
himself beside the Colonel. 

" The charges against Sullivan were dismissed, and 
with a bark of satisfaction Yaller left the bench and 
followed his friend." 

A bull dog belonging to Theodore D. Rich, a New 
York publisher, living on the Kingsbridge road, New 
York, discovered a fire in the barn where he slept, ran 
upstairs and aroused the coachman. He had barely 
time to jump from a window and save his life. The 
dog returned to the door on the first floor and whined 
piteously to be let out, but before the firemen could 
break in the door, he was suffocated. 

In Pawtucket, Rhode Island, on the night of Febru- 
ary I9th, 1899, fi re broke out in the house of David 
Moreau. Mr. Moreau, his wife and children would 
have probably all been burned alive but for his large 
St. Bernard dog, which jumping upon his bed with 
loud barking tore off the bed-clothing and awakened 
Mr. Moreau. The man saved his wife and children, 
and with the help of neighbors saved a part of his 
house. 

A pretty story was told me by a friend at Christmas, 
1899. A lady sat in her room upstairs sewing, leaving 
her baby girl to play with a St. Bernard dog below 
stairs. After a time the dog came upstairs, barked, 
and apparently asked her to go down, but hearing no 
sound from the child, she paid no attention. The 
dog came up a second time, but she kept on sewing, 



Dogs Save From Fire 63 

He came a third time, and seeing that she did not re- 
spond, went back and did not return. Finally, the 
woman smelt something burning, and hastened down. 
The baby lay asleep near the open fire, from which 
sparks had nearly touched her clothes, and between her 
and the hot grate, the St. Bernard had stretched him- 
self to save the child. The sparks had burned his long 
hair, and nearly or quite blistered him, but he was do- 
ing his duty even unto death, if need be. 

The Rev. Geo. Leon Walker, D.D., tells this pathetic 
story of the heroism of a dog : " It was in a Central 
New York village. A drunken hostler had gone to 
bed in the barn adjoining a hotel. He had dropped 
his lantern where it presently set the barn on fire, 
which swept shortly into the hotel. Fortunately the 
hostler had a dog who did not drink. The inferior 
creature dragged his master out of bed to the floor 
and barked in his ear until he aroused him enough to 
stagger to the hotel and open the door. Then the dog 
went through the house, barking at every chamber. 
All the people were aroused, and got safely out. Only 
one frantic mother who had six children rescued, mis- 
takenly thought one of them was left behind. She 
rushed toward the entrance, wildly waved her arms 
and shrieked for help for the missing child. Dogs 
know a good deal, but are not omniscient, and this 
one thought there must be still some one in there 
whom he had not roused, and in he went to do it. 
He never came out. But does any one hesitate 
to say that more nobleness died with him in that heroic 
endeavor than if his master had perished instead of 
him?" 



64 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

" Our Animal Friends " tells of Bruce of the New 
York Fire Department : 

" Twice in his first winter he had distinguished him- 
self by his life-saving- services. Any one of the com- 
pany will delight to tell you in an idle hour of what 
Bruce did at the burning of the Eleventh Avenue Paper 
Factory, which was one of the largest fires of the sea- 
son. In the excitement and rush the firemen had for- 
gotten the horses, and left them harnessed to the 
engine so close to the fire that one of the brave ani- 
mals was burned, and having made no sound or out- 
cry, no one noticed or knew except Bruce. But 
Bruce, barking furiously, rushing from one fireman 
to another, finally attracted some one's attention, so 
that the horses were released from their cruel position." 

The Brooklyn Standard Union, March 13, 1900. 
gives an account of the saving from fire of the family 
of Nicholas Fuller, 121 West i/th street, Manhattan, 
and the lives of twenty horses by the barking of Mr. 
Fuller's dogs. 

" Sport," a small fox terrier, saved 507 West 26th 
street, New York city, from burning, giving the alarm 
at four A. M. by furious barking. 

" The family of Hoke Smith, formerly Secretary of 
the Interior, had a narrow escape from death by fire 
at Atlanta, Ga., at an early hour on the morning of 
June 2. Had it not been for the persistent beating 
against the panels of the door with his paws by a 
faithful Newfoundland dog, the pet of the household, 
and the continuous lugubrious howls he uttered, which 
awoke Mr. Smith's young son, a catastrophe might 
have resulted. 



Dogs Save From Fire 65 

" The family occupied the north side of the house 
and were sound asleep, all unconscious of danger, 
while the flames were eating into the framework on 
the other side of the house. While they slept the faith- 
ful sentinel gave the alarm in his own way. Mr. 
Smith was absent in Washington. His son was 
aroused by the noise on the door, and on going out to 
investigate the cause, he discovered the fire. 

" The neighbors were aroused and promptly came to 
the rescue. The hose in the yard was put into use, and 
by this means they succeeded in checking the flames 
until the arrival of the fire department. The prompt 
awakening of the household, and the quick response of 
the fire department prevented the building from being- 
burned to the ground. Considerable damage was done 
to the building, and the furniture was injured by 
water." 

" The dog referred to is dead," Mr. Smith writes 
me, " and I regret that I have no picture of him that 
I can send you." 

" Fire occurred from spontaneous combustion in the 
basement of the livery stable at 56-58 East lOQth street 
at 8:30 p. M., starting in an accumulation of refuse 
in a wooden shaft in the rear of the stable. In the 
basement were about fifty horses, mostly ' boarders.' 
An employee, aided by two policemen, cut the halters 
of the horses and drove them into the street. 

" An unknown woman happened to be passing the 
stable at the moment leading a collie dog. The horses 
came dashing up the runway into the street frightened 
by the smoke and the clanging of the arriving fire 
engines. The instincts of the dog were at once aroused, 



66 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

and he took it upon himself to manage the horses. 
As each horse came out he ran in front of it and 
snapped at its legs until it turned back. By a won- 
derful amount of barking and running the dog herded 
about thirty of the horses in a bunch in the middle of 
the street. The employees of the stable were then able 
to catch them and took them back to their stalls as 
soon as the blaze was extinguished." 

Mrs. Catherine Kennedy in Hoboken owes her life 
to her pet dog Jack. At two in the morning the dog 
barked frantically, and she awoke to find her apart- 
ments filled with smoke. Seizing Jack in her arms 
she hurried into the street. Jack will have a new collar 
with his life-saving act inscribed upon it. 

" Harry Grant of Franklinville, N. Y.," says the 
New York Times, " owned a mastiff which he spent 
weeks in teaching to put out fires with his paws. This 
morning, in illustrating to a friend the efficiency of his 
dog, Grant lighted a fuse attached to a dynamite cart- 
ridge. The faithful and obedient dog rushed at the 
smoking fuse and endeavored to put it out, but failed. 

" Seeing the danger of his pet, Grant grabbed the 
animal by the tail and endeavored to pull him away. 
The explosion that followed tore the dog tc pieces and 
fatally injured Grant." 



CHAPTER IV 
Dogs Save From Burglars 

BISMARCK, a fox-terrier, seized the leg of a 
robber eighteen years old, after he had stolen 
$25 from the till of his master at 520 5th 
street, New York, December, 1899. The dog held the 
thief until his master arrived, when he was turned 
over to the police. 

An Irish setter saved the life of W. P. Aspen, 381 
Bradford street, Brooklyn, January i, 1900. Two rob- 
bers knocked him down with a club when near his 
home. The setter alternately bit the robbers and 
barked as loud as possible. Fearing that so much noise 
would lead to their detection, they took a one hundred 
dollar diamond stud, and fled, leaving Mr. Aspen 
insensible. The dog then went to a neighbor and 
brought him to his master, thus saving him from 
freezing to death. 

Shortly after midnight, February, 1900, his dog 

aroused Mr. Mara of Flushing, L. L, who found two 

men trying to break into his barn. He fired two shots 

and the men escaped. A dog awoke the stable man, 

Bjno found that two horses belonging to John N. Beyer 

were already hitched to a wagon ready to be driven 

away, but the dog had frightened them off. 

A dog with an interesting history has just died in 
France. He was a Newfoundland named Sultan, and 

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68 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

he counted among his exploits the arrest of a thief, the 
capture of an assassin, the rescue of a child from 
drowning in the Marne, and of a man who attempted 
to commit suicide by jumping from the Pont-Neuf 
into the Seine. For his gallantry the Society for the 
Protection of Animals presented him with a collar of 
honor three years ago. Latterly Sultan was owned by 
the Countess Foucher de Carell, who relied on him to 
protect her castle at Perdy, near Corbell. Quite re- 
cently he prevented the castle from being robbed. The 
noble dog has paid his devotion to duty with his life, 
for he was found dead in the park, poisoned by his 
enemies. 

A policeman in Cleveland, February, 1900, hearing a 
dog bark near him, turned and saw a young man leav- 
ing a barn, and kicking the dog as he passed by him. 
Feeling sure that a man who was doing right, would 
not kick a dog, he hastened after the burglar, who re- 
fused to stop even when a pistol was fired. He was 
found later lying in the bottom of a grocery wagon, 
and was locked up. 

Miss Salen of Cleveland was awakened by the vio- 
lent barking of a pet dog. She saw a man trying to 
crawl through the window of her room, who left when 
he found he had been discovered. 

A lady at Spring Side, near Burlington. N. J., alone 
with her five-year-old son, found a brutal looking man 
in her dining-room. 

" What do you want? " she asked. 

" Something to eat, and quick, too," said the man 
advancing towards her. 

A big shepherd dog in another room, hearing a 



Dogs Save From Burglars 69 

strange voice, bounded out and rushing past his mis- 
tress attacked the intruder. At first the man tried 
to shake the dog off, and then he begged for mercy. 
The woman, fearing he would be killed, called the 
dog and held him, while the man hobbled away, prob- 
ably to go to some other house where they were not 
wise enough to keep a dog for protection. 

" Help," a bull terrier owned by Mr. J. W. Crane, 
of Elm street, Arlington, is well named, says " Our 
Fellow Creatures," June, 1898. His master thinks 
there is nothing too good for him. He was fed on 
all sorts of tidbits and was petted yesterday because 
he courageously assisted his master when he was at- 
tacked by three thieves Tuesday just before midnight 
on the Greenwood Lake Trestle Bridge. 

Mr. Crane was about to walk upon the trestle which 
crosses the river at the height of eighty feet. He had 
taken hardly three steps upon this elevated passage- 
way when out of the darkness sprang three men. Two 
seized him by either arm, while the third grabbed him 
about the neck from behind. 

" Help " had lagged behind, but the noise of the 
scuffle brought him on a' run. He is a thoroughbred 
bull terrier, with a long ancestry of fighters. Without 
a note of warning the footpad who held " Help's " 
master half-strangled w r as seized in the calf of the leg 
and bitten by " Help " until the flesh and muscles seem 
to have parted from the bone. 

The New York Herald, December 18, 1898, has the 
following : 

" Prince, the ' policeman dog,' whose watchfulness 
and prompt action have twice caused the arrest of bur- 



70 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

glars while they were looting his owner's apartments, 
is lost. Miss McGuire's big St. Bernard followed her 
to church Sunday night. For this he was put to bed 
without his customary supper of chicken bones and 
coffee. Prince disappeared on the following day, and a 
reward is now offered for his return. 

" Although of the usual tawny color, Prince is not 
an ordinary dog. His great face, marked in black and 
white, shines with unusual intelligence. When friendly 
he would place his white forepaws on his master's 
shoulders and stand even with him in height. He 
possessed an accurate knowledge of time. As soon 
as his master or mistress turned the corner of the 
street he would dash out of the house, eager to carry 
papers or a cane. 

" Miss Jane McGuire, who lives with her nephew, 
Michael B. Rock, at No. 315 West Fourteenth street, 
always fed the dog with her own hands. He soon be- 
came very fastidious in his diet. She told me yes- 
terday that the dog Prince Charming, she called him 
always insisted on having chicken or broiled steaks 
or chops for a meal. His favorite drink was coffee. 
No trash would do for him no soup meats or dog 
food; he wouldn't eat a bit of it. 

" Prince caused the arrest of Henry C. Porter, a 
thief, in January, 1897. The burglar was lifting a 
marble clock from the mantel in the parlor when the 
faithful watchdog sprang upon him. The man dropped 
the clock with a crash and ran into the hall. There 
he was held in terror by the St. Bernard. ' 

" In capturing his man Prince never bites. With a 
spring he places his big paws about his victim and 



Dogs Save From Burglars 71 

holds on until assistance arrives. In this way he held 
Porter while Miss McGuire called lustily for help. 
When a policeman reached the house, he was able 
quietly to handcuff the intruder and lead him away. 

" Another night burglar was caught by Prince in 
Miss McGuire's apartments last March. He was a 
ragpicker, and had half filled his bag with valuable 
plunder before Prince sprang upon him. The man's 
loud cries brought the household to the scene. He 
was badly frightened and stood motionless in the dog's 
embrace. Prince always had a strong dislike for rag- 
pickers, coal men or any one who was not well dressed. 

" Miss McGuire fears that one of the dog's two 
burglars has returned from prison and has carried 
Prince away in revenge." 

Belle, a bull-terrier, saved her master at 387 Fourth 
avenue, New York, in October, 1898. She was chained 
in his saloon, when a half-drunken crowd came in to 
rob. One of the men attacked the keeper, while the 
others proceeded to the cash machine. Belle broke 
her chain, bit two men who were taking the money, 
so that they fled, and then sprang for the man who 
was grappling with her master. Closing her teeth in 
his side, she held him till the police arrived, when she 
gave up the robber and jumped about her master joy- 
fully as if conscious that she had saved his life. 

Our Fellow Creatures, March, 1900, gives this 
incident from the New York Times : " One night 
last month my wife was left alone in the house, and 
hearing a knock at the basement door went down- 
stairs and opened it, when she beheld a drunken tramp. 
Without a word he thrust his leg into the passage, 



72 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

and in reply to a question as to what he wanted replied . 
' Money to get a night's lodging and summ'at to eat.' 
' Remove your foot and I will get you what you 
want,' she said, terrified almost to fainting. 

" ' No ; ha ! ha ! ' and then suspecting that she was 
alone, he thrust his foot further and soon had her 
pressed against the wall almost breathless and on the 
point of fainting. 

" She felt something whizz past her shoulder, and a 
yell of pain came from the tramp. 

"'O, what's that?' 

" Tiger had been asleep in the kitchen, and hearing 
the commotion had darted over my wife's shoulder 
into the brute's face. 

" With a rush for the street, where he went sprawl- 
ing, what might have been a tragedy ended, and dear 
old Tiger had saved his mistress's life." 

The Philadelphia Record gives this account of an 
intelligent collie : 

"Wilmington, Del., Feb. 28. While Albert Spear 
of Christiana Hundred, with a wallet containing $200 
in his pocket, was on his way home last evening he 
passed a number of tramps in the West Yard who 
became threatening. He was accompanied by his dog, 
an intelligent collie. Quickly pulling the wallet from 
his pocket, Spear placed it in the canine's mouth and 
said, ' Take that home quick.' 

' The dog started down the road at a rapid rate 
and a tramp who saw the wallet in its mouth started 
in pursuit. The canine rapidly outstripped his pur- 
suer, and Mr. Spear also escaped. When Mr. Spear 
reached home he found the dog lying in the woodshed 



Dogs Save From Burglars 73 

of his house with the wallet tightly between his fore 
paws." 

" John C. Uhrlaub owns a fine St. Bernard dog 
named ' Bow Wow,' " says a Chicago paper. " Baby 
Ruth Ehrlaub and a servant, Techia Strandeil, and 
Bow Wow went forth for a promenade December 23. 
Little Ruth was in a baby carriage, and Bow Wow 
near the vehicle. 

" When Clark street was reached the nurse stepped 
into a photographer's establishment, leaving Ruth to 
the care of Bow Wow. The servant, upon her return, 
laid the photographs, together with her purse, on the 
baby's lap. A minute later a man passed, turned about, 
snatched the pocketbook and pictures, and ran. 

" Bow Wow started in pursuit, reached the thief a 
block away, jumped, and seized him by the neck. 
Many persons wanted to pull the dog off, not knowing 
the circumstances, but Bow Wow chewed and shook 
her prisoner until the lacerated thief shouted ' Take 
him away and I will give back the package and pock- 
etbook ' 

" The articles were turned over to Miss Strandeil, 
and the robber's freedom was restored." 



CHAPTER V 
Dogs Save Life 

IF we could gather from all parts of the country 
accounts of lives saved by dogs each year, we 
should be astonished at the number. 

The Topeka State Journal relates this touching inci- 
dent: 

" Sam Dodge, a ranchman living southeast of 
Caney, went to Vinita, Indian Territory, on business, 
and shortly after he had gone, Bessie, his five-year-old 
child, wandered away from home in an attempt to 
follow him. Mrs. Dodge discovered her absence about 
two hours after Sam's departure. She made a thor- 
ough search of the premises, and failing to find the 
child, notified the neighbors of her disappearance. 
They turned out in force, and scoured the prairies all 
that day and all that night and all the next day, search- 
ing for the little wanderer. 

" Late Saturday evening an Indian came upon her 
fast asleep, just south of Post Oak Creek, in an old 
road known as the ' whisky trail/ Across her body 
stood a Newfoundland dog, which had always been her 
companion about the ranch. The dog was torn and 
bleeding, and near his feet lay the bodies of^two wolves. 
Although her cheeks were stained with tears and cov- 
ered with dust, Bessie was unharmed. She and her 
protector were taken back to her home, a distance of 



Dogs Save Life 75 

twelve miles from where they were found, where the 
dog died of his wounds that night. He was given a 
decent burial, and yesterday Sam Dodge ordered a 
marble monument, which will be placed at the head 
of the faithful animal's grave." 

Baby Harold Potter, two years old, wandered away 
from his home in Palmer street, Watertown. His 
parents and friends searched for him, and a hunting 
dog- belonging to the family was put upon the trail. 
He started off so rapidly, that he was lost sight of. 
The police were notified and continued the search all 
night, and until eight the next morning, when the child 
was found near the edge of a pond, half a mile from 
home. The dog was lying beside him and had hold of 
his dress. He would allow nobody to touch the baby 
except the parents. The boy was cold and hungry, but 
called to his mother, as soon as he saw her, " Mamma 
I'm all right." 

The New York World, September 18, 1898, tells 
this story: 

" Little Eddie Kleintop, the six-year-old son of Ed- 
ward Kleintop, of Eldred Township, Pa., owes his life 
to a dog's fidelity. For two days and nights he was lost 
in the wilds of the Pocono mountains. The child's ac- 
count is simple. This is it : 

" * I slept all night, mamma, and doggie was close to 
me. I took him for a pillow. He was so nice and 
warm. He didn't have anything to eat, but I picked 
an awful lot of berries.' 

" The Kleintops live in the country, on the border of 
Carbon county. Last week Eddie went out with some 
of the neighbors to pick huckleberries. They were 



j6 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

so busy with their berrying that they forgot about the 
little fellow and he wandered off. 

" The woods and the mountain sides were searched 
in a vain effort to find the missing child. 

" That night a fearful storm swept over the moun- 
tains. It was such a night as the bravest man would 
not care to be alone in the mountains. When the Klein- 
tops thought of their little child, thinly clad and un- 
protected, at the mercy of the elements and perhaps of 
wild beasts, they shuddered. ' He is dead,' they said. 
' He could not have lived through that awful night.' 

" Two days later Penrose Walck, mountaineer, 
slowly made his way to the home of the Kleintops. In 
his arms he carried the lost Eddie, and at his heels 
trotted the faithful dog. Walck said he had found the 
little fellow four miles from the place where he was 
lost. 

' The wonderful devotion of the dog was shown in a 
singular manner. Walck offered Eddie some food he 
had with him, but the child refused to eat it. Then it 
was offered the dog. but despite the fact that it had 
not tasted food in two days the dog refused to touch 
it until his little master offered it to him. Then he 
devoured it ravenously. 

" Never did a child have a truer friend than this dog 
was to Eddie. When Walck approached them the dog 
growled ominously and prepared to attack him. But 
Eddie recognized in Walck a friend and ran to him, 
and then the dog came up and meekly licked his hand." 

A collie, Rob Roy McGregor, belonging to Mrs. 
Thomas F. Bayard, wife of our former United States 
Ambassador to England, stopped a runaway horse in 



Dogs Save Life 77 

Wilmington, Delaware, and saved the lives of a mother 
and her child. The collie sprang while the horse was 
at full speed, caught the reins in his mouth, and held 
on. Once before, a horse was loose in a field and no- 
body could catch him. The beautiful collie fastened 
his teeth in the halter-strap and held him. 

Mabel Kelly, five years old, of New Milford, Conn., 
saw a poisonous snake three feet long in September, 
1899, sunning itself in the road. She took a stick 
to kill it, when the snake turned upon her. and she was 
saved by her little dog, a yellow mongrel, but very 
dear to her. The dog shook the snake to death, but 
was so badly bitten that he dragged himself to the 
roadside to die, looking pitifully in the face of his 
little mistress whose life he had saved by giving his 
own. 

" Mrs. Arthur Beagle," says the Baltimore Sun, 
" accompanied by her ten-year-old daughter, was pick- 
ing berries near Rood's Creek, and accompanying the 
two was a water spaniel. When the two arrived near 
their home the dog acted strangely, brushing against 
the child as if to warn it of danger. As the child kept 
on the dog would lie down in the path in front of her, 
and finally it was discovered that the faithful brute 
was on top of a rattlesnake, which bit the dog in numer- 
ous places. The child escaped unhurt, and its mother 
dispatched the reptile, but the dog died within an hour 
from the bites." 

In October, 1898, Engineer Dorsay saw a dog on the 
track near Edwardsport, on the Indianapolis and Vin- 
cennc.s Road, acting in a strange manner. He shut off 
the steam, and soon perceived that the dog was jump- 



78 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

ing up and down as though much frightened. An 
object was seen upon the track and the train was 
stopped. It proved to be a baby from a neighboring 
farm house, who had fallen asleep between the tracks. 
When the engineer picked her up, the dog jumped upon 
him and barked as though wild with joy. 

Little Willie Slone, two years old, was saved by his 
Newfoundland dog, March, 1896, at the foot of Jones 
Fork Mountain in Kentucky. A gray eagle, seven 
feet from tip to tip, swooped down upon the child and 
buried its talons in his side. The dog caught the eagle 
by the leg, and the father arrived in time to assist the 
dog in killing the eagle. 

Johnny Soper, in Essex county, New York, went to 
find a lost calf in a piece of woods near the Bouquet 
river. His dog, St. Bernard and pointer combined, 
went with him. Suddenly in the growing darkness 
the boy heard his dog fighting, and hastening to the 
place, found that he had killed a bear cub. The mother 
soon appeared and sprang towards the boy, thinking 
probably that he was the cause of her loss, her claws 
brushing his clothes. In another instant she would 
have crushed him, but the noble dog sprang forward 
and fought the animal, while the boy escaped. It was 
found afterwards by the tracks, that the bear had two 
cubs, and had probably buried the dead one in the soft 
sand of the river bed. 

Reuben Harps, a Wilkesbarre hunter, was saved by 
his faithful dog, the last of November, 1899. He 
started out from Stauffers, Pa., on Monday, and on 
Tuesday evening his dog returned, covered with blood. 
The villagers became alarmed and a searching party 



Dogs Save Life 79 

of twenty men with guns and lanterns started out. In 
a dense thicket they found Harps, unconscious, and in 
a dying condition, covered with wounds, and by his 
side a large black bear, dead. Dog and bear must have 
fought, perhaps after the bear had been wounded by 
the hunter. Finding that there was no response from 
his unconscious master, the dog crawled to the village 
for aid. 

David Murray, living near Denning, Canada, went 
out to visit his traps. Suddenly a wild-cat sprang 
upon him from behind, and felled him to the ground, 
breaking his arm and tearing his face and breast with 
her claws. When nearly exhausted, the man heard his 
dog howling in the distance. Summoning all his 
strength he called for " Spot." The dog flew through 
the forest, and was soon engaged in a death struggle 
with the cat. When' Murray revived from a fainting 
spell, both dog and cat were dead on the snow beside 
him. The dog had saved him, but died in the attempt. 

Fido saved the life of his master, Henry Miller, of 
Chicago, in October, 1896. Having gathered some 
nuts, the man espied a woodchuck, and borrowing a 
shovel from a house a mile away he proceeded to dig 
the animal from its burrow. Suddenly a portion of 
the overhanging bank gave way, and the man was 
buried in gravel up to his head. He shouted for help, 
but there was none at hand. Then he told Fido to dig, 
and the faithful creature understood, and dug as fast 
as possible for a half hour. Then Miller was able to 
move one arm, and finally extricate himself from a 
lingering death. 

The Alliance, New York, has this strange story of 



80 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

Dan, a deerhound : '' L. C. Meachamp, who lives at 
Homer, La., is a great hunter, and has a fine deer- 
hound, Dan. of which he is justly proud. A few 
months ago Mr. Meachamp was going squirrel-hunt- 
ing, and in order to keep Dan at home he was compelled 
to tie him up. The hound whined and begged, but 
finding his master was obdurate, he at last lay quite 
peaceably before his kennel all day. 

" At five o'clock in the afternoon, however, when 
Mrs. Meachamp was beginning to look for her husband's 
return, Dan became so unusually restless that she went 
out to see what was the matter. In spite of her re- 
peated efforts she could do nothing to pacify him, and 
at last, to her utter astonishment, he broke the rope, 
bounded away over the fence and into the woods. He 
was gone probably a half hour, when he came running 
back, panting and almost breathless, with his master's 
hat in his mouth. 

" Mrs. Meachamp became at once alarmed, and call- 
ing her son they set out to find Mr. Meachamp, the dog 
all the time bounding along in front and leading the 
way. At last they came upon Mr. Meachamp lying 
helpless in the woods, where at precisely five o'clock he 
had fallen in a little ditch and broken a small bone in 
his leg. The dog's knowledge of the accident at the 
very moment of its occurrence seems almost incredi- 
ble, but the truth of this is beyond dispute." 

Fred Emerson, of Bolivar, Allegany county, N. Y., 
February. 1900, while hunting squirrels, came across 
the tracks of a strange animal. He followed until he 
reached a small cave, and looking in saw a pair of 
gleaming eyes, and fired. The creature, a black pan- 



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ther escaped from a traveling circus, which if left alone, 
would probably have hidden in peace, was slightly 
wounded, and rushed upon her pursuer. The faithful 
dog tried to save his master, and was torn in pieces. 
The panther was finally killed, but not until the hunter 
was seriously injured. 

Dr. John Nugent, Coroner of Suffolk county, who 
practices in Southampton, Long Island, fell into the 
quicksand near that town in November, 1897. His 
Newfoundland dog saw him fall, and at once ran off, 
returning with Mr. A. Cornith, who rescued the doc- 
tor. Mr. Cornith followed the dog, aroused by curi- 
osity at his strange actions. 

Captain Van Brunt of the Deal Lake, N. J., Life- 
Saving Station, patrolled the beach every night, though 
ill, accompanied by his Newfoundland dog One night 
he fell in the sand, half conscious. He reached out his 
cane, and the dog seizing the end in his teeth, dragged 
him to his feet. Several times he fell before reaching 
the station, each time helped by his faithful dog. 

Mr. Jeff Stringham, of North Fairfield, Ohio, was 
crushed to the ground by his heavy barn door falling 
upon him when he attempted to open it, early one De- 
cember morning in 1897. He called for his family, 
but all were asleep. His dog, seeming to realize the 
perilous position of his master began barking and run- 
ning between the house and barn, and finally awakened 
the wife, who saw that something was wrong. When 
she reached her husband, she could not lift the heavy 
weight, and hastily called the neighbors. The man 
was badly injured, and could not have survived, had 
not his faithful dog brought him aid. 



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" On Thursday night of last week," says the Phillips- 
burg Ledger, quoting from the Coalport Standard, 
" Farmer L. Imler, living near Utahville, returned 
from Houtzdale, where he had been to collect some 
money, and while putting his horse away in the barn 
was assaulted by two unknown ruffians, who had, 
doubtless, followed him from Houtzdale to rob him. 
One of the ruffians struck him with a knife while the 
other beat him with a club. They would have mur- 
dered him but for the sudden appearance of Mr. Imler's 
huge farm dog, which bounded on the scene and pinned 
one of the villains to the ground, allowing Mr. Imler 
to escape to the house, where he aroused his family and 
rang the farm bell and brought the neighbors to the 
rescue. The dog in the meantime fought valiantly, but 
the two robbers managed to escape from him and got 
away in the darkness." 

A shepherd dog, Gyp, found Timothy J. Smith who 
lives between Morris Plains and Littleton, N. ]., un- 
conscious in a snowdrift, February 17, 1900. He had 
gone to Morristown to purchase supplies, and attempt- 
ing to walk home, fell exhausted about ten o'clock 
within a short distance of his house. The dog whined 
and barked at the door of the Smith family and led 
them to the spot. In another hour the man would have 
been dead from exposure. 

A dog persistently barked at the front gate of Mr. 
I. F. Miller who lives three miles south of Mexico, 
Mo., one cold night in early March, 1899. After being 
awakened, he went out and followed the dog to where 
Samuel Colver lay by the roadside, apparently dead 



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from cold. He was taken into the house and revived 
though hands and feet were frozen. 

A bridge jumper connected with the Wild West 
Show jumped from a railroad trestle at Canal Dover. 
Ohio, into a creek. His head was cut badly, and in an 
unconscious condition he was dragged from the water 
by his pet Newfoundland dog. 

David Symon, wife and child were nearly suffocated 
by coal gas in their home, at Springfield, Ohio, Decem- 
ber, 1898, and were saved by the continual barking of 
their dog, which awakened them. They were nearly 
overcome, but Mr. Symon, though very weak, managed 
to get to a door. 

The Boston Herald, January 14, 1900, gives 
the following account of two lives saved by a 
dog: 

" Several families living in the vicinity of Meeting 
House Hill, Dorchester, had a narrow escape from 
asphyxiation early Friday morning, owing to a 
neglected break in a gas main, caused, it is thought, by 
blasting nearby during the day, which cracked the 
pipe and allowed the gas to escape. 

" About four o'clock in the morning, Mrs. Charles H. 
Shephard of 198 Hancock street was awakened by the 
whining and barking of a dog in her sleeping apart- 
ments, and at once noticed a strong odor of gas. Arous- 
ing her husband, they both arose, but were so over- 
come by the fumes that they fell to the floor. 

" Mr. Shephard had just enough strength left to call 
his brother, who occupied a room overhead, and the 
latter went to the assistance of the couple, who were 



84 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

carried to a neighbor's house. A doctor was called 
and, after some time, they were revived. 

" A cat in the cellar was found dead later, and it 
would probably have only been a question of a short 
time when both Mr. and Mrs. Shephard would have 
met a like fate had it not been for the faithful animal 
that awoke them." 

A dog saved Stephen Traub from a terrible death in 
December, 1899, at Duncott village. Pa. A bull which 
he was leading threw him to the ground, pawed and 
horned him, until his dog by his fighting diverted the 
attention cf the angry animal. Some neighbors with 
clubs rescued the nearly dead man. 

Sport, a shepherd dog, saved the life of a little 
child belonging to Martin Fitzgerald, near Monroe. 
Ind., in the summer of 1898. The child had gone into 
a pen where there were hogs, and they were seeking 
to tear it to pieces. Sport kept them at bay by his 
frantic barking till his master appeared. Sport was 
old, and his barking had so annoyed the farmer neigh- 
bors, that it had been decided to kill him. Now that 
his barking has saved the life of their child, he is grate- 
fully cared for, and appreciated for his devotion. 

Mrs. Florence Cook, of Chicago, in January, 1899. 
being called to her door, her collie growled sus- 
piciously, and despite her command to lie down, stood 
close to the door as she unlocked it. In an instant he 
attacked the man who had intended to throw carbolic 
acid on the woman, but who missed his aim in part. 
As the man fled down the back stairs, the dog rushed 
after and fought him till captors arrived. The dog 
was badly burned on his back and exhausted by blows 



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irom the unknown assailant, but his mistress had been 
saved from death, or disfigurement for life. 

Jennie Buschell, twelve years old, living near Bath 
Avenue, Bath Beach, N. Y., brought home a littk 
yellow dog in September, 1899, that did not look, to 
the family, worth keeping. He became deeply attached 
to the young girl, and was always at her side. One 
day, going down the street, a mastiff came along and 
seized the little dog. The girl tried to rescue him, and 
succeeded in getting him in her arms, when the mastiff, 
now become angry, sprang upon her and bore her to 
the ground. The yellow dog jumped from her arms. 
and instead of running away in fright, caught the 
mastiff by the lower jaw and held on. He was soon 
shaken off and killed by the big dog. Meantime a 
policeman appeared and shot the mastiff, and carried 
the unconscious girl to her home. She mourned deeply 
for the pet who gave his life to save hers. 

F. W. Spang, in the November, 1899, Dog Fancier, 
relates the following: 

" In the borough of Norristown, Montgomery 
County, Pa., a certain lady unexpectedly received a 
large sum of money about $1,600 being delivered to 
her by express, after banking hours. She was a widow, 
lived alone, and was afraid to keep the money over 
night. Shortly afterwards her milkman came around 
on his evening trip, and having been acquainted with 
him for eleven years, and knowing him to bear an ex- 
cellent reputation, she confided to him and asked his 
advice as to what she ought to do. The milkman 
readily agreed to help her, stating that he would bring 
his watch dog, and assured her that she and the 



86 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

money would be perfectly safe. An hour later the 
milkman returned with the dog. a white English bull- 
terrier, and told the lady to keep the dog in her own 
room over night. She was no lover of dogs, at least at 
that time, yet she followed the milkman's advice. She 
slept soundly that night, having implicit confidence in 
the milkman's word that the dog would protect her and 
the money. 

" On the following morning when she awoke she 
was shocked to see lying on her bedroom floor the dead 
body of a man her milkman, with his face and 
throat frightfully torn by his own faithful watch dog. 
It was clearly evident that the milkman's intention was 
robbery. Whether the dog recognized his master at 
the first leap, is of course not known, but he probably 
did not. The milkman gained an entrance through a 
window, immediately inside of which the body was 
lying, showing that the dog awaited his opportunity 
and then performed his work in a manner that was 
swift, sure and terrible, yet commendable. 

" The other incident happened in New Jersey, also 
illustrating the value of the bull-terrier as a watch dog. 
A lady, living alone had a presentiment that she would 
be murdered that night. She was in great agony 
and went to a neighbor's house to ask one of the family 
to come and stay with her. The members of the 
family were all away, except the mother, who sug- 
gested that the lady should take home with her their 
watch dog. This proposition was agreed to. The dog 
accompanied the distressed lady to her home, and fol- 
lowed her about the barn and garden while she was 
doing her evening work, and when she retired for the 



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night she locked the dog in the room with her, During 
the first part of the night she was wakeful, but after 
midnight she slept soundly. She remembered of being 
awakened once, towards morning, when the dog 
jumped up on her bed, but hearing no disturbance, she 
supposed the dog was restless and ordered him off the 
bed. The animal obeyed and the lady slept again. In 
the early morning when she opened her eyes and 
glanced toward the window she was horrified to see 
a man's body hanging across the sill, his head inside of 
the room. His right hand still clutched a big butcher 
knife, and the blood was oozing from great gashes in 
his throat. He was dead. But the dog, motionless, 
stood watching him. The man was the lady's son-in- 
law. The bull-terrier is no respecter of persons and 
when he is assigned to guard life or property, or both, 
does his duty.'' 

The story of Barry, the St. Bernard dog who lived 
with the monks in the Convent of St. Bernard is well 
known. He served the hospital in the Alps for twelve 
years, and saved no less than forty persons. He used 
to go out alone in the deep snow in search of lost 
travelers, barking at the top of his lungs as he went, 
sometimes falling from exhaustion. When he could 
not drag back a traveler alone, he hastened to the hos- 
pital for aid. 

One day he found a child apparently dead from 
cold between the bridge of Dronaz and the icehouse 
of Balsora. He licked the boy till he warmed him 
into consciousness, when he induced him to tie himself 
to his warm, shaggy body and he carried him to the 
hospital 



88 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

When Barry was too old to help, the friar of the 
Convent pensioned him at Bern, and when he died, 
his skin was stuffed and placed in the museum of that 
town. The little flask which he used to carry about 
his neck filled with brandy for persons exhausted in 
the mountains, is still hung about his neck. 

The Humane Alliance for December, 1899, gives 
this account of Red Cross Dogs. St. Bernard dogs 
are also trained in the United States, to carry food, 
water and medicine to wounded soldiers on battlefields, 
as in the French and German armies : 

" A man in Germany named Bungartz has been 
training clogs for hospital use. He has had the best 
success with collies, and so he calls them Red Cross 
dogs, after the Red Cross, whose members go to the 
battlefield and do what they can to help the 'wounded 
or ill. They wear a red cross on their uniform, and 
the dogs, trained to help them, wear a harness with a 
large red cross on the saddlebags, in which are carried 
restoratives. A lantern is strapped on the dog's back 
at night, so he can be seen, and when he is car- 
rying a message between the officers of the dif- 
ferent ranks of the hospital columns he has a 
small flag with a red cross on a white ground fastened 
on him. 

" The professional training of a Red Cross dog be- 
gins in a room in which the dog has learned his lessons 
of obedience to his master. His master holds him in 
the leash, while the assistant takes the dog's rug and 
lies down on it in another corner of the room. The 
master leads the dog a little way in the opposite di- 
rection, then turns suddenly, and with the command, 



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' Forward, march ! Seek the wounded ! ' leads the pupil 
directly up to the prostrate man. The latter then gives 
the dog some favorite morsel, but first the pupil 
must have obeyed the command to give tongue. Then 
the process is repeated again and again, until on com- 
mand, ' Seek the wounded ! ' the dog, without leash, 
goes directly to the assistant and gives tongue. Then 
the lessons are repeated out-of-doors, where the dis- 
tance is lengthened, and, finally, the assistant hides 
himself in a bush or ditch until the dog learns to seek 
independently. 

" The last lessons and the tests of the pupils are 
held at night, and Bungartz tells of remarkable work 
done by his dogs on nights so dark that the seeking 
party passed within five feet of the prostrate man on 
open ground, and but for the collie would not have 
found him. Bungartz's prize pupil, a female collie not 
quite a year old, learned in two weeks to find the most 
carefully hidden man with perfect ease, and independ- 
ent of any help but the command, ' Seek the wounded ! ' 
The dogs are also taught to crouch beside the wounded 
man, if he shows signs of life, that he may open the 
bag and find restoratives." 

Peepsie, a little Scotch terrier, saved the life of his 
aged mistress the last of November, 1898. A woman 
old and feeble was walking with her pet dog in Central 
Park, New York, when they became separated in the 
snow. She searched for him, and finally exhausted, 
sat down on a bench and fell asleep. When the dog 
found his owner he began to bark and try to jump into 
her lap. His barking attracted the attention of a 
policeman, who went to find the cause of it, and 



90 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

aroused the woman. " I owe my life to my little dog," 
she said. 

Our Dumb Animals, May, 1897, tells how a child 
was saved from savages : 

" Several years ago in Wisconsin, before the Indian 
had retired from the neighborhood of the white man, 
a mother and her little girl were alone in their cottage 
on the edge of a great forest. Everything seemed 
peaceful and there was no thought of danger. The 
mother sat beside the door sewing, while the child was 
in the bright sunshine playing; their large black dog 
Cuff was the only other member of the family. Sud- 
denly half a dozen Indians fresh from a recent raid 
on whiskey stood in the door-way and demanded more 
whiskey. The lady had no whiskey but offered them 
food and drink. The Indians, however, were drunk, 
and before the mother could interfere the roughest 
seized the little girl and was making off with her, 
when the dog, which had wandered away a short dis- 
tance, came bounding back. In an instant he had the 
savage by the throat and threw him to the ground ; the 
others, having no fire-arms, beat a hasty retreat. The 
dog kept a tight grip on the Indian until they had all 
gone, then released him and he also departed." 

In Sagacity of Animals, a book beautifully illus- 
trated by Harrison Weir, this story is told of a mastiff 
saving life : " Sir Henry Lee had a mastiff, which 
guarded his house and yard, but was never admitted 
into the house. One night as Sir Henry, attended by 
his favorite Italian servant, was retiring to his cham- 
ber, the mastiff silently followed him upstairs, which 
he had never been known to do before; and although 



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they tried to drive him away, he scratched so violently 
at the door, and howled so piteously, that at last Sir 
Henry desired his servant to open the door and admit 
the dog. The animal, having thus gained an entrance, 
crept under the bed, and laid himself clown, as if in- 
tending to remain there for the night. The master, 
to save further trouble, allowed him to lie there, and 
shortly afterwards the servant withdrew, and all was 
still. In the dead of night the chamber-door was 
opened, and some person was heard softly creeping 
across the room. The dog immediately sprang from 
his hiding place and pinned the disturber to the spot. 
Sir Henry, having awoke from his sleep, rang for 
lights, when, what was the master's astonishment to 
find that the man was his Italian servant! This man 
afterwards confessed that it had been his intention to 
murder his master, and then rob the house. This 
horrible design was prevented by the singular sagacity 
of the dog, and his devoted attachment to his master. 
A full-length picture of Sir Henry with the mastiff by 
his side, and the words ' More faithful than favored/ 
is still preserved among the family pictures." 

The Philadelphia North American gives this inci- 
dent of an electric car in Chicago, in August, 1899: 

" Alice Pedro, six years old, went out for a walk this 
evening with her Newfoundland dog, Don, and while 
crossing the street car track at North Clark street and 
Sunny Side avenue, she caught her toe and fell to the 
ground. Not far to the northward a trolley car was 
coming toward the child, who, shocked by the fall, lay 
in the middle of the track. 

" It took the dog about ten seconds to take mental 



92 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

note of the situation, and then he began to show signs 
of great distress. He gazed anxiously up the track 
in the direction of the approaching car. He pranced 
about the child and barked. He took her dress in his 
teeth and pulled, but the dress tore. For a moment 
the dog seemed to be in despair. The car was coming 
fast and something had to be done, and then he wheeled 
about and started up the track as fast as his body would 
allow, to flag the car. 

" Barking furiously, the big dog ran right in the 
middle of the track. If there ever was a clear case of 
reason in animals there was one here. The motorman 
saw the dog coming and at first thought the beast was 
mad. He clapped on the brakes and as the car slowed 
up and stopped Don was compelled to run backward 
to keep out from under the wheels. He would not 
get off the track. 

" The instant the car had come to a standstill the 
dog bounded back to his small mistress, who by this 
time was on her feet. The only reward he asked was a 
pat on the head." 

Our Dumb Animals quotes from the Philadelphia 
Press of August 30, 1899 : 

" Deeds of heroism have been enacted in Alaska 
which history will never chronicle. The mantle of 
death forever covers scenes which will be buried in 
oblivion until the time when all secrets are revealed, 
and justice stern, implacable justice is meted out to 
all. 

" Upon the desolate waste of that inhospitable 
glacier, the Valdes. which has proved a sepulchre to so 
many bright hopes and earnest aspirations, last winter 



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a party of prospectors we Damped ; day after day had 
the men worked their way, uc<ith disputing every foot 
with them, until it was decided that the main party 
remain in camp and two of their number, accompanied 
only by a dog, start out to find a trail which would 
lead away from a veritable death trap of the terrible 
Valdes Glacier. For days did these two wander, until 
nature succumbed and they lay down weary and ex- 
hausted, to sleep the sleep from which there is no 
awakening. 

" Their faithful companion clung to thqpi, and the 
warmth of his body was grateful, as they crouched 
down with the bitter ice-laden wind howling about 
them. 

" Their scanty stock of provisions was well nigh 
exhausted, when one of them suggested sending the 
dog back to the camp. This was a forlorn hope, but it 
was the only chance they had. Quickly writing a few 
words on a leaf torn from a book, they made it fast 
around his neck, and encouraged him to start back on 
the trail. 

" The sagacious animal did not appear to under- 
stand, but after repeated efforts they persuaded him to 
go and he was soon swallowed up in the snow, the 
mist and the storm. 

" Two days and nights passed, during which these 
men suffered untold agonies. On the evening of the 
third day, when all hope had gone and they were re- 
signed to their fate, from the drifting and blinding 
snow bounded their faithful dog, and close behind him 
came ready hands to minister to their wants. 

" The remainder of the story is simple. The whole 



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party returned, having abandoned their useless quest, 
and on the last Topeka going south were two grateful 
men and a very ordinary looking dog. But ' that 
dog will never want as long as we two live/ said a 
grizzled and sunburnt man." 

Our Dumb Animals, July, 1899, the official organ of 
the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, 
copies the following from the New York Sun : " A 
schooner went ashore off San Buenaventura, Cal., the 
other day, and the crew were in danger of being lost. 
They owe t^eir safety to a fine Irish setter that swam 
out through the breakers and seized a stake that had 
been thrown overboard with a rope attached, and suc- 
ceeded in carrying it to the shore. Is this true, Ven- 
tura? Santa Paula Chronicle." 

" Yes, it is true, and happened eight or ten years 
ago. The dog belonged to Sheriff Charlebois. The 
schooner Guallala was unloading lumber at the Ventura 
wharf when suddenly heavy swells set in from the 
southwest. The schooner broke loose from her moor- 
ings and went ashore about a quarter of a mile east of 
the wharf. The sea was running high and the breakers 
dashed over the vessel. The sailors sought safety in 
the riggings. No boat could be launched, to attempt 
to swim ashore was certain death. 

" The beach was crowded with people, helping to aid 
the terror-stricken crew. The sailors were trying to 
get a line ashore by throwing a small rope with a 
small stick tied to it, but without success. Misses 
Emma and Celia Charlebois were on the beach with 
their pet dog, Dash, and seeing the sailors trying to 
get the line ashore, said : ' Why, Dash will bring that 



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line ashore. Come here, Dash,' said one of the little 
girls, (Miss Celia) 'go and bring that line to me.' 
She pointed to the sailors who were constantly throw- 
ing the line into the water. Dash gave a bark and 
sprang into the sea and soon had the stick in his mouth 
and brought the line ashore. The dog was fairly 
hugged by the crowd. In a few moments a big 
hawser was pulled ashore and made fast and the crew 
were saved. 

" Dash was one of the most intelligent dogs ever 
known in Ventura. He was the pride of the town. 
Ventura (Cal.) Independent, April 27, 1899." 

Our Dumb Animals for April, 1897, tells how the 
Dutch Republic was saved : 

" The Hon. Charles Francis Adams writes the 
Boston Herald as follows : 

" Most persons have heard of the Great William of 
Orange, called ' The Silent.' If the dog enemies will 
turn to Motley's ' History of the Rise of the Dutch 
Republic' (vol. 2, p. 398), they'll find this little inci- 
dent related: On the night of the I2th of September, 
1572, a body of Alva's Spanish troops surprised Dutch 
William's camp. They slaughtered right and left 
' for two hours' long the Spaniards butchered their 
foes.' Then Motley goes on to describe what happened : 

" * The boldest, led by Julian in person, made at 
once for the Prince's tent. His guards and himself 
were in a profound sleep, but a small spaniel, which 
always passed the night upon his bed, was a more 
faithful sentinel. The creature sprang forward, bark- 
ing furiously at the sound of hostile footsteps, and 
scratching his master's face with his paws. There 



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was but just time for the Prince to mount a horse, 
which was ready saddled, and to effect his escape 
through the darkness before his enemies sprang- into 
the tent. His servants were cut down, his master of 
the horse and two of his secretaries, who gained their 
saddles a moment later, all lost their lives, and but for 
the little dog's watchfulness, William of Orange, upon 
whose shoulders the whole weight of his country's for- 
tunes depended, would have been led within a week to 
an ignominious death. To his dying day the Prince ever 
afterwards kept a spaniel of the same race in his bed- 
chamber.' 

" Motley might also have added that in the Church 
at Delft may be seen to this day at the foot of the recum- 
bent statue of the great Hollander the figure in stone of 
that ' little spaniel. ' " 

The New York Press tells how a dog saved his 
master : 

" John Walker, of Roselle, N. J., was doing a lot of 
thinking on Saturday, August 14, 1897. He was face 
to face with death, and his dog averted the blow. 

" Walker left his house early in the morning for a 
stroll. His dog followed him. He tried to drive him 
back. Then master and dog started to walk along the 
Jersey Central Railroad track to Elizabeth. 

" Midway between the stations Walker met a heavy 
freight train, running rapidly eastward, making 
enough noise to deaden all other sounds. Walker 
stepped to the west bound track. His dog, which had 
been running ahead after birds or loitering behind to 
make short and noisy excursions into the bushes, closed 
in on his master when the train neared him. 



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" Walker was careless. He never looked behind him 
and did not hear or see the Royal Blue Express. 
Brakemen on the freight train shouted warnings. The 
engineer of the express train blew his whistle, with no 
avail. It was too late to stop, although the engineer 
was trying to do so. Walker plodded on. 

" When the train was nearly on top of W r alker his 
dog sprang at him with a growl. Walke: turned, saw 
the train and stepped aside in time to avoid the cars 
as they swept past him with a roar." 

Our Dumb Animals tells how eight lives were 
saved by a dog: 

" Some years ago a vessel was driven on the beach 
of Lydd, in Kent, England. The sea was rolling furi- 
ously. Eight poor fellows were crying for help; but a 
boat could not be got off through the storm to their 
assistance, and they were in constant peril, for any 
moment the ship was in danger of sinking. At length 
a gentleman came along the beach, accompanied by his 
Newfoundland dog. He directed the animal's atten- 
tion to the vessel, and put a short stick in his mouth. 
The intelligent and courageous dog at once under- 
stood his meaning, sprang into the sea, and fought his 
way through the angry waves toward the vessel. He 
could not, however, get close enough to deliver that 
with which he was charged; but the crew understood 
what was meant, and they made fast a rope to another 
piece of wood, and threw it toward him. The noble 
animal at once dropped his own piece of wood, and 
immediately seized that which had been thrown to him ; 
and then, with a degree of strength and determination 
scarcely credible, for he was again and again lost 



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under the waves. he dragged it through the surge, 
and delivered it to his master. A line of communica- 
tion was thus formed with the vessel, and every man on 
board was rescued." 

Schweizer Tier-Borse, a sporting journal published 
at Bern, tells a wonderful tale of a caretaker and his 
two dogs who have spent the winter together, with 
no other company, in the lonely Hotel du Glacier, at 
Meiden, which lies about 6,000 feet above the sea, in 
the canton of Valais : 

" While the caretaker was chopping wood outside 
the hotel, with the dogs as his companions, the party 
was surprised by the fall of a huge mass of snow. It 
buried the man, but the dogs escaped. Hereupon the 
dogs ran down the mountain, a journey of eighteen 
kilometres, and betook themselves to M. Brunner, the 
landlord, who resided during the winter in the valley. 
He guessed by the excited yelping and barking of the 
two unexpected visitors that something must be amiss 
at his Alpine hotel. Taking three men with him, he 
at once ascended to the hotel, the dogs going with him. 
The climb upward took no less than nine hours. The 
dogs indicated, as plainly as if they said it in so many 
words, the exact spot where the accident had happened. 
The imprisoned caretaker was dug out of the snow in 
an exhausted condition, but still alive, and he was soon 
restored." 

" Residents of Norwood Park, near Chicago, re- 
ported recently that three boys had been capsized on 
an improvised raft at Paterson and Caldwell avenues 
during the day and that they were saved from drown- 
ing by two dogs, thrown into the water with them. The 



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boys ranged in age from six to eight years and the 
names given were Walter Hendricks, Alfred Jordan 
and Edward Carries. They had gone to Paterson and 
Caldwell avenues, where there is a deep pond, carry- 
ing a large real-estate sign, which they placed in the 
water. Then with the dogs they got on top of it. 
They had been floating on the water for several min- 
utes when the raft was capsized and all were thrown 
into the icy water. None were able to swim, and al- 
though they all succeeded in getting hold of the raft, 
they were so frightened that they were unable to push 
it ashore. 

" The Skye terrier swam ashore and ran to the 
house of Walter Hendricks near by and attracted the 
attention of members of the family. They followed 
the dog, which led them to the pond. The Newfound- 
land dog was just dragging young Hendricks ashore. 
The other boys were still in the water and were cling- 
ing to the raft. They were all taken home. Chicago 
Daily News, June, 1900." 

Book Bits has the following : 

" It was a Great Dane, Boy, that was the hero of 
that too utterly horrible incident of the Indian Mutiny, 
of which the victim of the outrage has herself been the 
historian. Without going into all details, suffice it to 
say she was pinned with bayonets through the hands 
and feet to the ground and left to die. During this 
time, she had, of course, lost consciousness, but she re- 
covered to find Boy tugging at one of the bayonets, 
which he eventually pulled up, and his mistress, with 
one hand freed, then pulled out the others. When 
the attack on their bungalow took place, and the lady's 



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husband and child were murdered, Boy was chained 
up in a distant outhouse, but he broke loose, tracked his 
mistress, and, as it happened, saved her life." 

Forest and Stream gives this incident of several 
years ago : 

" An officer in the late American army, on his sta- 
tion at the westward, went out in the morning with his 
dog and gun in quest of game. Venturing too far 
from the garrison, he was fired upon by an Indian who 
was lurking in the bushes, and instantly fell to the 
ground. The Indian, running to him, struck him on 
the head with his tomahawk, in order to dispatch him ; 
but the button on his hat fortunately warded off the 
blow. With savage brutality he applied the scalping 
knife and hastened away with this trophy of his horrid 
cruelty, leaving the officer for dead, and none to relieve 
or console him but his faithful dog. The afflicted crea- 
ture gave every expression of his attachment, fidelity 
and affection. He licked the wounds with inexpressi- 
ble tenderness, and mourned the fate of his beloved 
master. Having performed every office which sym- 
pathy dictated or sagacity could invent, without being 
able to remove his master from the fatal spot or pro- 
cure from him any signs of life or his wonted ex- 
pression of affection to him, he ran off in quest of 
help. 

" Bending his course toward the river where two 
men were fishing, he urged them with all the powers of 
native rhetoric to accompany him to the woods. The 
men were suspicious of a decoy to an ambush, and 
dared not venture to follow the dog. who, finding all 
his caresses failed, returned to the care of his master; 



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and licking his wounds a second time renewed all his 
tenderness, but with no better success than he: fore. 
Again he returned to the men, once more to try his 
skill in alluring them to his assistance. In this attempt 
he was more successful than in the other. The men 
seeing his solicitude, began to think the dog might 
have discovered some valuable game, and determined 
to hazard the consequences of following him. 

" Transported with his success, the affectionate crea- 
ture hurried them along by every expression of ardor. 
Presently they arrived at the spot where, behold! an 
officer lies wounded, scalped, weltering in his own 
gore, and faint with loss of blood. 

" Suffice it to say, he was yet alive. They carried 
him to the fort, where the first dressings were per- 
formed. A suppuration immediately took place and he 
was soon conveyed to the hospital at Albany, where in 
a few weeks he entirely recovered and was able to re- 
turn to his duty. 

" The worthy officer owed his life, probably, to the 
fidelity of this sagacious dog. His tongue, which the 
gentleman afterward declared gave him the most ex- 
quisite pleasure, clarified the wound in the most 
effectual manner, and his perseverance brought that as- 
sistance, without which he must soon have perished." 

The Westminster Gazette has this interesting inci- 
dent: 

" Mr. Robert Macdougall, one of the meteorologists 
at Ben Nevis Observatory, had a most exciting ex- 
perience when climbing that mountain the other day. 
His only companion in the ascent was a collie dog, to 
whom he says he owes his life. When maneuvering 



102 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

on a snow-slide about 1,000 feet above the half-way 
station, Mr. Macdougall lost his footing, and as the 
surface of the snow was glazed and hard, he was soon 
being whirled down a gully at an alarming pace, some- 
times head foremost, at others the reverse. It was at 
this juncture' that the dog's sagacity came in. As soon 
as Mr. Macdougall began to slide it caught his coat 
with his teeth and greatly impeded the downward prog- 
ress. The dog ultimately guided him to a place of 
safety, after the twain had slid down on the snow for 
nearly 1,000 feet. Strange to say, neither observer nor 
dog was much hurt, and the former, breaking open the 
door of the half-way hut, lit a fire. Here he was found 
by a search-party, half asleep, with the dog watching 
over him." 

The following incident of " Dimitri " shows how a 
valuable dog is taken to the pound by policemen and 
nearly loses his life because he is homeless. Fortunate 
those cities where no pound is allowed, and dogs live 
to help their human friends. 

" A superb Russian greyhound, bearing the name 
Dimitri upon its collar, was the means of saving life 
recently. 

" The dog was found wandering about without its 
master on the banks of the Ourcq canal and was cap- 
tured by some policemen, who proceeded to take it to 
the pound. It broke from their keeping, however, 
upon reaching the quay de la Marne and saved the lives 
of two persons a little boy and a young man who 
had jumped into the water to save him. The police- 
men very naturally gave their first attention, says the 
Temps, to the rescued. Then, when all anxiety as to 



Dogs Save Life 103 

their condition was over they began to think of the 
dog. But they searched in vain among the crowd for 
the animal. The brave Dimitri, having probably re- 
flected as to what fate was in store for him when in 
the hands of the police, had disappeared without wait- 
ing for the congratulations which were his due." 

" George Foster, one of a party of little boys, who 
was playing on the ice on the Sound, narrowly escaped 
death from drowning, through the instinct of a pet 
Newfoundland dog. The little fellow ventured out 
on the ice too far and broke through. The dog rushed 
to his rescue and held him above water until assistance 
came from the New-Rochelle Yacht Club." 

" A belated wayfarer was attracted while passing 
along Ann street in the early morning by the barking 
and whining of a dog, who kept running from one 
side of the street to the other. When the dog caught 
sight of the wayfarer he grabbed him by the bottom 
of the trousers and tugged vigorously. Following the 
dog up a little alley off Ann street, the stranger found 
a man lying unconscious. Blood was trickling down 
his head and his clothes were completely saturated. 

" A policeman immediately sent for an ambulance, 
and, after the surgeon had dressed the wound, he came 
to and was able to say that his name was Daniel Col- 
lins of 31 Catharine street. He had ruptured a blood 
vessel under the scalp, and, as the surgeon stated, he 
would undoubtedly have bled to death but for the 
timely assistance which was due to his faithful dog. 
Collins is an engineer for the New York Steam Heat- 
ing and Power Company." 

" A fine mastiff named Rover, the pet of little John 



104 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

Vonderhaar of East Third street, Cincinnati, saved his 
master's life, but lost his own in so doing. 

" The animal, which was well known in the East 
end on account of his enormous size and friendly dis- 
position toward children, was on the sidewalk just be- 
fore dark, when a Fendleton electric car, running at 
high speed, approached the corner. 

" Johnny w r as playing in the yard, and ran out into 
the street directly in front of the car. Rover saw the 
child's peril, and with one bound was on the track, his 
heavy bulk pushing the child out of harm's way. 

" The safety fender had been dropped by the motor- 
man, but the dog was caught between the wheels. 

" The motorman had to strike the animal many hard 
blows across the head with an iron brakebar before 
relieving it of its agony. It seemed pitiful that no 
chloroform could be obtained, quickly. The boy was 
unhurt. 

" Rover was the tallest mastiff at the recent dog 
show. Mr. Vonderhaar was one of the directors of 
the show, and had refused large sums for his dog." 

The Leeds Mercury relates the following: 

" One of the most extraordinary incidents of the 
kind on record occurred to the Rev. B. Edmonston, 
grandson of Dr. Edmonston, in his day the only 
doctor on the Shetland Islands, and a very distin- 
guished naturalist. He went out fowling in a boat, his 
only companion being a collie dog named Hope, and 
when on the low-lying rocks of Skarta Skerry his boat 
broke away from its moorings and drifted off with the 
retreating tide. He was far from the mainland, and 
could not swim, and knew that when the tide flowed 



Dogs Save Life 105 

shorewards the rock would be covered by many feet 
of water, and death by drowning must ensue. Then 
a sudden thought struck him. 

" ' I tore,' he wrote in his account of the incident, 
a leaf from my pocket-book, and wrote. ' I am on the 
Skarta Skerry; boat adrift.' Hastily, but securely, I 
wrapped my missive in my handkerchief, which I tied 
firmly to Hope's collar, all the time saying to the in- 
telligent creature, ' You must go home with this, Hope 
home. Now, Hope, you will be sure to take my 
message home and quick.' 

" The dog grasped the situation, sprang into the 
sea, swam ashore, dashed home at racing speed, and 
the life of its master was saved. This is a true and 
notable dog story." 

Humane Christian Culture, Sept. 1899, has the fol- 
lowing : 

Faithful 

GRANT. 

DIED JULY 9, 1883. 
AGE 12 YEARS. 

The above is seen on a little tombstone in the yard 
of a farmer in Crown Point, N. Y. The visitor is 
always desirous to know who rests beneath the stone, 
and is soon told that it is a dog. " Only a dog," some 
will say, but this family say it is the resting place of 
our faithful Grant who saved his master's life. A 
ferocious bull attacked the farmer and after tossing 
the helpless victim high in the air, tearing his flesh and 
goring his body, faithful Grant appeared and as the 
life of his master was to be crushed out by one final 



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blow, the brave dog attacked the bull and engaged him 
in conflict while ready hands removed the almost life- 
less body. 

After the bull had been safely housed this brave dog 
went to the window of the suffering man's room and 
cried like a child. 




GREAT DANE, CHAMPION MAJOR McKiNLEY. First prizes in many 
cities, formerly owned by South Bend (Ind.) Kennels. 2. LITTLE 
SON OF GILSON WIT.LETS AND CURLY, prize St. Bernard. 
3. GLADYS CUMMINGS AND HER ENGLISH TERRIER, Xenia, O. 
LITTLE GIRL AND HER FAITHFUL DOG JUMBO, owned by 
Mr. W. H. Fedder. Cleveland, O. 



CHAPTER VI 
Dogs Guard Their Dead 

THE Journal of Zoophily, December, 1897, gives 
this pathetic story : "A remarkable incident 
in the Champs-Elysees quarter has excited 
considerable emotion this week. 

" According to the Temps, a report was in circula- 
tion on Wednesday that a crime had been committed 
in the residence of Comte de Beaumont, 27 Rue 
Bassano, which was in charge of an aged caretaker, M. 
Van Millot, during the absence of the owner. M. Van 
Millot had not been seen by the neighbors for two days 
previously, and suspicions that something was wrong 
were aroused by the fact that the eight dogs which he 
possessed had howled all Tuesday night, to the great 
annoyance of the neighbors. 

" The police commissary of the quarter, on being 
informed of the circumstances, went to the house with 
his secretary and a physician. There being no reply 
to a prolonged ringing at the bell, the magistrate sent 
for a locksmith and forced the great doors. The 
magistrate then went to the room occupied by M. Van 
Millot, over the stables. 

" His arrival was the signal for a tremendous out- 
burst of barking from the old gentleman's bedroom. 
The magistrate cautiously opened the door a few 
inches and was able to see the body of the aged servitor 

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lying on the ground, while around it were grouped the 
eight dogs ' keeping watch and ward.' Any attempt to 
enter the room brought upon the intruder the entire 
pack. 

" The only way of dealing with them was by strat- 
agem. Food was brought in, and some of the dogs 
were seduced from their self-imposed watch; others, 
however, resisted all temptations, and had to be caught 
by means of rugs thrown over them. During the 
whole time, however, they displayed the most touch- 
ing demonstration of affection for their dead master, 
licking his face and hands in the intervals between their 
assaults on would-be intruders. 

" As soon as the dogs had been got out of the way, 
an examination was made of the body, and it was found 
that the poor old caretaker had succumbed to an attack 
of apoplexy. 

" When the body was placed on the bed, the eight 
dogs, set free, resumed their guard, pending the arrival 
of the old man's family, who had been sent for." 

When General Madison Miller, aged 87, a retired 
army officer, was found dead from apoplexy in his 
bath room in St. Louis, February 27, his faithful dog 
was keeping watch over his body. 

Mrs. Anna Burger disappeared from her home in 
Erie, Pa., and her body was found April 25, in a 
wooded ravine by some boys who were gathering 
spring flowers. She had been foully murdered. Be- 
side her body lay her little dog, her daily companion, 
so enfeebled by hunger that it could not walk, but it 
barked and fought those who came to take the body. 

Mrs. Christian Kerschner of Magnolia, Maryland, 



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was gored to death by a cow in September, 1898. A 
dog guarded her body so faithfully that it had to be 
killed before the dead woman could be carried to her 
house. 

A man from East Toledo, Ohio, was shot to death in 
April, 1899, by farmers whose chickens he had stolen. 
He escaped, but a mile further on he fell from his 
wagon, dead from his injuries. The coroner was sum- 
moned, but neither he nor any one else could approach 
the body until the faithful dog had been shot. He 
fought every one who cams near to touch his dead 
master. Whether honest or dishonest, he loved him, 
and died to defend him. 

" A touching example of a dog's devotion to its 
master was seen in Salem, Mass., recently. John 
Gynan, a bachelor, committed suicide by hanging. 
The police were notified, and came to remove the body. 
An immense Newfoundland dog, the only companion 
of the suicide, was on guard, lying beneath the body 
and trying to revive his master by licking his shoes. 
While the policemen were cutting the dead man down 
the dog stood by with his eyes riveted on his master's 
face, but the moment they tried to remove the body he 
became ferocious. He bit the men until they were glad 
to beat a retreat. Then he caressed the dead man's 
face, whining piteously the while. 
"The police tried to coax him away, but he showed his 
teeth every time they approached, and his savage growl 
warned them to keep their distance. The blockade 
continued for over an hour. Then one policeman fired 
two shots at the faithful brute. The dog plunged down 
the stairs to the door, and again blocked the way. 



no Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

snapping at all who approached. He became so rabid 
that it was necessary to kill him. Fourteen bullets 
were fired at close range before he fell dead. Then the 
dead body of the master was carried over the inanimate 
form of the pet dog." Philadelphia Times. 

In December, 1898, Henry Pierce, a cigarmaker, 
sixty-nine years old, was found dead in his little cabin 
in East New York. Three years before, his wife had 
died, and since that time he had lived with his four mon- 
grel dogs and a black cat. They were his devoted pets, 
and he needed no other companions. Neighbors passing 
the house had seen no signs of life about the place for 
three days, and reported it to the police. The door 
was broken in, and the old man was found dead, sitting 
upright in his rocking chair. His black cat, too weak 
from hunger to move, lay at his feet, while the four 
dogs whined piteously, but would allow no one to 
touch the body. 

The policeman, wiser and more humane than most 
persons, instead of killing the four faithful creatures, 
went to a neighboring meat market, purchased some 
meat and brought it to the famishing dogs. While they 
were eagerly devouring it, the body was removed to an 
undertaking establishment. 

James Dayton, seventy years old, caretaker of the 
Pacific Coast Borax Company's property at Furnace 
Creek, Death Valley, in the southern part of Califor- 
nia, started from his home for Daggett, July 24, 1899. 
He had six mules, harnessed to a wagon loaded with 
hay and water, with his dog for company, as he crossed 
the desert. Just one month afterwards, August 24, he 
was found by a searching party dead, either from the 



Dogs Guard Their Dead 1 1 1 

intense heat or illness. Fifty feet away from his body 
were the six mules, four hitched to the wagon and two 
tied behind, dead from starvation and thirst, though 
the wagon was filled with hay and water. They had 
struggled desperately to free themselves. The only 
living thing in the heart-breaking scene was Dayton's 
faithful dog, who for twenty days and nights had 
watched by the side of his dead master. He had kept 
alive, probably, by getting water from an abandoned 
borax camp a half mile distant. 

The Cleveland Plain Dealer, October 25, 1899, gives 
this account of a Montana blizzard, and the faithful 
dogs of the dead shepherds : 

" Great Falls, Mont. As a result of the recent bliz- 
zard which swept through Teton county in the north- 
ern part of this state, nine men are known to be dead, 
and of these, five bodies have been recovered. 

" With one exception all were sheep herders, and 
all were found lying in such positions as to indicate 
that they had stayed with their flocks to the last, dying 
in their attempts to save the property of their 
employers. 

" William Graham, working for the Cascade Land 
Company, was found in a coulee near Healy Butte. It 
is evident that he had tried hard through the night 
to get the sheep into camp but had not succeeded. Con- 
scious of the death which was impending, he returned 
to his tent about midnight and there wrote and left a 
note saying he was nearly exhausted but was about to 
return to the sheep which were drifting up the coulee. 
He was found stretched on the snow, his lantern about 
twenty feet distant. Of his two dogs one remained 



112 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

to guard the body, while the other followed the 
sheep. 

" Norman Bruce worked for Will Flowree. He re- 
mained with his sheep until he managed to drive them 
into a sheltered spot, where they would be safe. 
Blinded by the storm, he mistook the coulee where the 
cabin was built and wandered up another. Realizing his 
mistake too late, he turned back and fell less than 200 
yards from his home and safety. The searching party 
found his dog stretched across the dead body. 

" Matt Gregorich was found with his arms crossed 
upon his breast. His dog had followed the sheep into 
camp and returned with the rescue party too late. 

" H. Herald, working for C. R. Scofin, was lying 
in the deep snow, his beard eaten off by the sheep, 
which had also eaten his clothes and part of his boots. 

" It is probable that the death list is hardly begun. 
Flocks of sheep without herders have been reported 
from various points in the storm district and later these 
will be traced and the dead herders found. 

" Now the snow covers up everything on the prairie, 
and the coulees, many of them more than 100 feet 
deep and with steep sides, are filled with it. This was 
the most severe and most fatal October storm ever 
occurring in Montana." 

The Portland Oregonian tells of a herder who cared 
for the sheep of A. M. Holter of Helena, Montana. 
Two feet of snow covered the range, and the ther- 
mometer was forty degrees below zero. " The herder 
was frozen to death on the prairies while, caring for the 
sheep, and it was three days before his fate was known 
to his employers. Two shepherd dogs were with him 



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when he died, and one of these stayed with his body 
while the other attended to the sheep, just as though 
the herder had been with him. The dog drove them 
out on the range in the morning and back again at 
night, guarding them from wolves and preventing 
them straying off. Neither dog had anything to eat 
during the three days' vigil, so far as could be ascer- 
tained; but the 2,500 head of sheep thrived as well, ap- 
parently, as though directed by human agency." 

" At the hard-fought battle of Anghrim," says 
Sagacity of Animals, " an Irish officer was accom- 
panied by his wolf-hound. This gentleman was killed, 
and his body stripped on the battlefield, but the clog 
remained by it both by day and by night. He fed upon 
some of the other bodies with the rest of the dogs, yet 
he would not allow them, or any one else to come near 
that of his master. When all the other bodies were 
consumed, the other dogs departed, but this faithful 
creature used to go in the night to the adjacent villages 
for food, and in the morning to return to the place 
where his master's bones only were left. This he con- 
tinued to do from July, when the battle was fought, 
through the cold and dreary winter, until the January 
following, when a soldier whose regiment was quar- 
tered near that spot, going that way by chance, fearing 
he came to disturb his beloved master's bones, flew 
with great fierceness upon the soldier, who, being 
thrown off his guard by the suddenness of the attack, 
unslung his carbine, he having been thrown on his back, 
and killed the noble animal." 

The Journal of Zoophily, Philadelphia, April, 1900, 
has the following: 



U4 O UF Devoted Friend, The Dog 

" A touching incident of a dog's devotion to his mis- 
tress occurred a few weeks ago. A poor old woman 
named MacDonald lived at 425 Lombard street en- 
tirely alone, save for a large dog of the collie type that 
seemed to be always with her. One morning the 
people in the vicinity saw the woman sitting on the 
steps of her humble dwelling with the dog, as usual, 
at her side. They would have taken little notice, sup 
posing, as the weather was mild, that she was tired 
and was resting herself, had they not observed the dog 
lick the hands and face of his mistress and then howl 
in a mournful manner. Suspecting something wrong, 
they went up to the old woman, which was done with 
some difficulty, as the dog resented their approach, and 
found she was dead. When about to carry her body 
away, the dog attacked them, and could with difficulty 
be pacified. The funeral took place and the poor 
animal, driven from the room which he had occupied 
with his mistress, was most desolate. A lady sent 
word to our society that she would take him and give 
him a home if we could gain possession of him, and 
others, we understood, had also expressed a desire to 
have him, but he was not fitted to live with any one in 
this world. We succeeded in getting him and taking 
him to our pound, but he entirely refused to make 
friends with any one. He could not be induced either 
to eat or drink, and thinking at last that the kindest 
course was to end his miserable existence, our superin- 
tendent put him to death with chloroform. ' Hath 
any man greater love than this ? ' " 

Mrs. Mary A. Davis of New Bridge, New Jersey, 
was found dead in her bed March 8, 1901, her pet bull 



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dog guarding her body. He refused to let a doctor 
examine her, but was finally coaxed away from her 
side. 

Patrick Walsh, an aged farmer of North Pelham, 
Westchester county, New York, was gored to death by 
his bull on July 12, 1900. Rover, his dog, went with 
him to the pasture, and when he saw the bull spring 
upon his master, he jumped upon the animal's back and 
bit his neck with all his might. After the body of Mr. 
Walsh was brought home, Rover could not be induced 
to enter the house, but came to the gate and whined, 
and then returned to the pasture where his friend was 
killed. 



CHAPTER VII 
Gratitude of Dogs 

A DOG was howling dismally, crouched in the 
corner of a doorway. He was a little dog 
an outcast a Bohemian in the snarling 
world of Caninedom, says the Philadelphia Press. 

Two men with big coats close buttoned to the neck 
stopped and looked at the dog. 

" It's a sure sign of death," said one man, " when a 
dog howls at night." 

" A sure sign of death of that dog," answered the 
other. " The poor little fellow is freezing to death.'' 

" Nonsense," retorted the first man " that dog's 
got a fit." 

" Yes, an ague fit," responded the other. " You'd 
shake just as much as he does if you were in his posi- 
tion." 

" Well, let him shake hurry up, Phil, or we'll be 
late for the smoker " and the first man moved off. 

" I'm going to thaw this dog out," said his friend, 
and he made a move toward the shivering animal. 

" Don't be a fool," said his companion angrily, at 
the same time tugging at his coat. " Come on, old 
fellow." 

But the man named Phil broke away and went up to 
the dog. He held out his hand coaxingly, and said 
gently : " Come here, Jack." 

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Gratitude of Dogs 1 1 7 

The dog stopped howling. He tried to wag his 
poor stump of a frozen tail, but the effort was un- 
availing. Then, with a little whimper, he permitted 
the man to pick him up. And then the man un- 
buttoned two buttons of his huge coat and tucked the 
dog in. 

" And now that you have the dog," sneered his com- 
panion, " what do you propose to do with him? " 

" Take him to a little joint down the street here 
and get him a chunk of meat," responded the other 
man cheerfully. 

" Well, I'm going to the smoker," said the first 
man testily. " I suppose you'll be along later when 
you've done the good Samaritan act. Hope you don't 
pick up a stray cat in your journey you'd have an 
awful time with one frozen dog and one frozen cat 
on each side of that coat of yours." 

The other man laughed : " I believe in transmigra- 
tion of souls, Ralph. This dog might be my great- 
grandfather born again, so I'm going to take care of 
him." 

" There never were any dogs in our family," sarcas- 
tically rejoined his friend. " See you later, Phil ; it's 
too blamed cold to stay around corners." And up the 
street he went. 

The man with the dog under his coat walked down 
the street. He went into a restaurant where table- 
cloths were unknown and sawdust covered the floor in 
lieu of carpet. " What do you ask for a plain steak ? " 
he asked the proprietor. 

" Fifteen cents," answered the restaurant keeper. 

" Give me one raw, please. I want it for this 



1 1 8 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

dog," and the young fellow took the half-frozen ani- 
mal from his coat. 

The meat was brought and put on a plate near a 
huge stove. The dog needed no second invitation. 

" Pretty cold outdoors," said the proprietor by way 
of being pleasant. 

" Very," answered the young fellow. 

" That's a good-looking dog you have," went on the 
proprietor. " Like to sell him ? I want a dog around 
the place." 

The young fellow went over to the dog and patted 
his head. " I'll give him to you if you promise to care 
for him right. He's been in the family for some time, 
but I'm going traveling, and I'd be glad to give him to 
some one who'd care for him decently." 

" I'll take him in a minute," responded the restau- 
rant keeper quickly. 

" All right, he's yours," responded the young fellow. 
Again he bent over and patted the dog's head. " Good- 
bye, old fellow," he said, and walked toward the door. 

The dog looked at the fire at the meat at the man 
who was going streetward. Then he left food and fire 
and trotted after his benefactor. 

As the man reached the door the dog brushed against 
him. He turned with a smile and again patted the 
dog's head. Then he opened the door and went out into 
the cold. 

The little dog rose on his hind feet and peered out 
through the frosted panes. He whined once or twice. 
Then he went back to the fire. 

The restaurant keeper looked over his evening paper 
at the little dog. " He's a bright-looking dog," he 



Gratitude of Dogs 1 1 9 

said. " Pretty decent and kind in that young fellow to 
give him to me." 

And then the restless little dog got up from the fire 
and going over to the door again, looked out through 
the panes and whined. 

" He misses him," said the restaurant keeper. Then 
he stirred the fire, for 'twas cold outdoors. 

James De Baun, in Pets and Animals for July- 
August, 1899, has this interesting story of Jetty : 

" The morning was hot. I settled myself on the 
lawn with my newspapers and was half through a very 
interesting article, when I was interrupted by a sound 
between a bark and a whine. Lowering my paper, I 
saw a medium-sized, long-haired, shiny-coated black 
dog gazing at me with appealing brown eyes. She was 
of no particular breed, but well-conditioned, and think- 
ing she was asking for food, I said quite sternly, ' Go 
along home, I don't want to bother with you.' She 
lowered her ears and slunk away and I turned to my 
reading, but after a few minutes heard a piteous whine 
and felt a pull at my coat tail, which had fallen through 
a slat in the lawn settee, and looking over my shoul- 
der encountered those same brown eyes raised in mute 
appeal. 

" I laid down my papers, and rising, said a little im- 
patiently, ' Now, you little black beggar, show me 
what you want.' She uttered a glad bark and started 
across the lawn, looking back every few steps to see 
if I was following, and I saw at once her trouble had 
something to do with her puppies, for her teats were 
so painfully distended she could hardly walk. 

" Well, that little creature led me across two streets 



I2O Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

and an avenue to a private alley back of a flat build- 
ing, where she stopped before one of the galvanized 
iron rubbish receptacles and again looked into my face 
with those appealing eyes. 

" The box was tightly closed and I hardly had time 
to open it before that little mother was in and nestling 
down to four tiny black objects lying in one corner on 
some papers. Two of them were dead and she looked at 
me with a glare of sadness, but made no protest, as I re- 
moved them; the others were still warm, and opening 
their helpless mouths, I placed a teat in each while she 
soothed and wanned them with her tongue until they 
found out they were alive, and took hold voraciously. 

" I propped up the box cover and sought the jani- 
tor, telling him I would see the little family removed a 
few days later. He followed me to the alley and said 
as he looked into the box : ' Why, that's Jetty, she's 
bin whinin' 'round here since the folks in No. 12 went 
into the country, an' I couldn't tell what ailed the little 
critter ; she belongs down on Wells street, and I reckon 
the children pestered her so she brought her puppies 
up here.' 

" For a week 1 carried food and water to Jetty, as 
she could not be induced to leave that box, and one 
morning they were gone; the janitor said the children 
had taken them home. 

" Jetty brought her babies to see me once after that 
and they had a grand frolic on the lawn, and to this 
day she never meets me without exhibiting every sign 
of gratitude in her power." 

My sister's husband, Mr. Halsey D. Miller, saw on 
the streets of Cleveland a homeless and disconsolate 



Gratitude of Dogs 121 

looking creature, one day in the autumn of 1899. She 
was going down the steps of a restaurant for food, 
and some one kicked her back. She ran, dazed, in 
front of a street car, and lay on the track till within 
an inch of being killed. He went up to her, and she 
looked amazed at a kind word. He took a cord from 
his pocket, tied it around her neck and led her to a livery 
stable to wait till he could take her on the street cars, 
six miles to his home at night, giving her meantime 
three sandwiches which she ate with avidity. She was 
very dirty, her long hair matted with blood, where it 
seemed as though car wheels or wagon wheels had 
taken off skin and flesh. 

The next morning after she reached his home, she 
fell over when she attempted to stand. Seeming to be 
a gentle and affectionate dog, and homeless, her condi- 
tion appealed to any kind heart. A veterinary doctor 
was sent for, that she might be saved if possible. He 
said she was near death from starvation, but by the 
best of care she might live. She had become diseased 
by mange from long exposure, had been injured, and 
must be fed very sparingly at first, as she had been 
without much food for weeks and probably months. 

When a trifle stronger she was washed, and her 
color, almost black before, proved to be a bright yellow 
and white. The wounds healed, and some months after- 
wards she became one of the most beautiful collies I ever 
saw. Her intelligence was surprising, and her grati- 
tude like that of a human being. She knew when her 
adopted master would come home from business, and 
always waited for him at the front door. She made 
friends with the cats, and loved children as though 



122 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

she were a child with them. Whenever she saw a 
little girl she would whine and cry, as though some- 
time before she was lost, she had been petted and 
caressed by some child. 

When her master read, she put her white paws on 
his shoulder and looked over the pages of book or 
paper. She played and romped as though she had 
never known a day's sorrow. Money could not buy 
now the pet and pride of the household. But for the 
timely succor of a friendly hand this beautiful and very 
valuable dog would have died of want in a city filled 
with plenty. Hundreds passed her by with indiffer- 
ence, or a harsh word or kick. They went to their 
dinner, but gave nothing to a homeless dog along the 
street. Women, strange as it may seem, with their 
tender hearts, paid no attention to a famished dog, 
while they bought pretty dresses and hats, and had 
enough and to spare. 

The great-hearted Eugene Field said : " If I had 
my way, I would make the abuse of horses, dogs and 
cattle a penal offense; / would abolish all dog laws 
and dog catchers, and I would punish severely every- 
body who caught and caged birds." 

And yet in a Christian city we let poor dumb things 
starve, or be abused or killed, and pass on, apparently 
with our eyes closed; certainly our hearts closed to all 
compassion. 

The New York Tribune tells how a supposedly 
" mad dog " nestled close to the woman who saved it : 

" Just as the theatres were out yesterday afternoon, 
a large fox terrier dashed across Broadway in front 
of the Herald Square Theatre. The dog turned in its 



Gratitude of Dogs 123 

tracks and began to run around in a circle, yelping 
piteously. Peculiar actions of a dog are likely to be 
misunderstood by ninety-nine people out of a hun- 
dred, in hot weather, and the fact that this particular 
dog rushed around in circles at once gave rise to the 
belief that the animal was mad. 

" Leaving the neighborhood of the theatre the dog 
raced backward and forward and across Broadway 
from Thirty-fifth to Thirty-third street, and finally 
the men and boys who congregate at Greeley Square 
started in pursuit, crying ' Mad dog.' This was suffi- 
cient to make every one who saw the animal believe 
he was really mad, and men and women scattered in a 
fright. 

" When the excitement was at its height, after a 
number of women had run into stores to get out of the 
way, the supposed mad dog rushed around under the 
elevated tracks at Thirty-third street and Broadway. 
At this moment a tall, well-dressed woman, who was 
coming down Broadway, stopped and looked at the 
scurrying pedestrians and then at the dog. It darted 
across the street toward the place where the woman 
was standing, and as it reached the sidewalk she calmly 
stooped down quickly and seized it by * -~f back of the 
neck and carried the now whining animal to the up- 
town elevated railroad station stairs. 

" Those who had fled from the dog stared at the 
woman in amazement. All unconcerned, however, she 
began to pat the head of the terrier and speak to it 
affectionately. The spectacle of a woman fondling a 
mad dog was such an extraordinary one that several 
hundred persons quickly gathered. They attracted 



124 O UF Devoted Friend, The Dog 

Policeman Hauser of the West Thirtieth street station, 
who pushed his way through them and saw the woman 
still placidly caressing the dog. 

" ' Everybody seems to think this dog is mad/ she 
said with a laugh, ' but I know all about dogs. I know 
from his cries that he has evidently lost his master. No 
mad dog ever races around in one spot the way I saw 
him do.' 

" By this time the terrier had quieted down and was 
nestling close to its new-found friend. Policeman 
Hauser made an investigation, and found the woman's 
theory of the cause of the dog's antics correct. The 
dog and his master had been separated when his owner 
boarded a car. 

" ' The owner of this dog can have him by calling 
at my residence,' she said. ' I have seen so many dogs 
killed in summer time without just cause that I don't 
consider it any particular honor to have saved this 
terrier from a similar fate. When you get to know 
dogs 3'ou learn that really very few go mad, but are 
goaded into a condition of hysteria by the behavior 
of a lot of senseless people who would usually drive 
any human being crazy.' ' 

The Dog Fancier, Battle Creek, Mich., has this 
account of a supposed mad dog: 

" I had an experience last summer that I never 
shall forget. One burning hot September day I drove 
into a farmer's barn-yard and stopped under a shade 
tree to let my horse rest. The door at the house opened 

and Mr. B stepped out with a shot gun. 

' Hello, John ! Are you going hunting ? ' I asked. 

" ' No ; our dog is mad/ 



Gratitude of Dogs 1 25 

"'Where is the dog?' 

" ' Down by the corn crib.' 

" I stepped out of my buggy and started with him 
for the crib, which was located about twenty feet from 
a small barn. There was the poor dumb brute, with 
a heavy leather strap around his neck and tied with a 
rope to a ring on a wire running from the corner of 
the crib to the barn. When we got in sight of the dog 
he began to jump and tear at the rope. 

" ' What is the dog's name ? ' I asked. 

" ' Watch.' 

" I started to go to the dog and John caught me by 
the arm. ' Don't go near him, he .will bite you ! ' 

" ' How long has the dog been tied there ? ' 

" ' We went away yesterday morning to thrash for 
Wilson and we left Watch here to guard the corn 
crib/ 

" There was the poor dog, left for thirty-six hours in 
the burning sun without a drop of water, to guard a 
crib of fifteen-cent corn. I walked up to the dog and 
cut the rope and led him to the well. I pumped some 
water in a cup and gave him a small quantity to drink. 
The dog did not offer to bite me. He was too glad to 
get away from such a place. 

" John did not speak for some time, but finally said, 
' I never thought of giving him water. I will never 
tie that dog again.' ' 

Mrs. B. T. Harper, of Southbridge, Mass., writes 
to Our Dumb Animals, August, 1899 : 

" That the ' mad dog ' scare is most always a news- 
paper phantom has often been proved, and yet every 
year, when once that cry is abroad, hundreds of people 



1 26 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

become frenzied with terror, children are made hys- 
terical by the sight of a dog, and hundreds of useful 
dogs are sacrificed to this superstition. 

" Several years ago my own little girl was brought 
to me one day, crying, and her clothes hanging from 
her in rags. An excited crowd followed and informed 
me amid shrieks that the child had been bitten by a 
mad dog. On learning that it was the big St. Bernard, 
the pet and pride of the whole village, that had dealt 
with my child thus, I doubted very much its being a 
case of hydrophobia and pleaded for the dog's life at 
least until the case could be investigated. 

" Surely enough, the wound on the back of my child 
showed the imprint of large teeth and of a monstrous 
mouth, and the skin was broken and bleeding in sev- 
eral places. Not believing in the ' mad dog tradition ' 
I simply washed the wound and dressed it with car- 
bolic salve, and the child now resting quietly, I went 
to investigate the case. 

" The dog had been romping and playing with a 
group of boys on their way from school, as was his 
custom. Then springing upon one of them, threw to 
the ground the little five-year-old child which hap- 
pened to pass just then. The child, overwhelmed with 
terror, of course, lay prostrate on the ground, and the 
dog, realizing what he had done, seemed to have made 
an effort in true St. Bernard fashion, to repair the 
damage and to put the child on her feet again. That 
he proceeded rather roughly and awkwardly, the marks 
on the child's back and her torn clothes gave evidence. 
The wound healed as readily and speedily as a cut 
finger. The dog, who was closely watched for several 



Gratitude of Dogs 1 27 

days, showed no signs of any derangement whatever, 
and there was a grateful master at having his valuable 
dog saved from an otherwise inevitable doom." 

Mr. Edward Yearly, of Burlington, N. J., says the 
New York World of August 16, 1898, on his way 
home found a little dog frothing at the mouth, trying 
to get up and falling, and snapping at imaginary foes, 
things which always make unthinking people cry out 
" Mad dog.! " He knew that frothing at the mouth 
meant a fit and not hydrophobia. Mr. Yearly went 
up to the dog and patted him on the head. The crowd 
of people fled, not wanting to see the man bitten and 
perhaps die before their eyes. He had some crackers 
in his pocket, which the dog ate with relish, and seemed 
glad and thankful. Finally the animal recovered from 
the attack and Mr. Yearly started for home. But the 
grateful animal followed, and when both reached home, 
he was made comfortable. His owner was found 
later, and he was returned. 

A small dog was staggering on the streets of Cleve- 
land, and a frenzied crowd had gathered. A doctor 
rushed out with a pistol to shoot him, but my son 
Charles, then a lad of sixteen, put one hand on the 
dog's back and another under him, and gently lifted 
him into a neighbor's yard, where he soon died. 

Chief Officer Kayser and six brave seamen of the 
German Steamship Aragonia, says the New York 
World, saved two starving dogs from the steamship 
Gallina, after she had been abandoned by her officers. 
" The dogs were so thankful for being saved," says 
Kayser, " that after they were in our boat they cov- 
ered my hands and face with kisses. I shall turn them 



128 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

over to the N. Y. S. P. C. A. to be held for Captain 
Frankland who commanded the Gallina." 

Rev. W. T. Worth of Lynn, Mass., in Zion's Her- 
ald, July 14, 1897, tells how a dog in gratitude came 
to a house to defend a woman who was his friend. 
She had prayed, and felt that her prayer was an- 
swered : 

" One winter we lived on a lonely New Hampshire 
country road, only one farm house being near. One 
morning, the weather promising to be fair, my husband 
and little son left me to go to a neighboring town ten 
miles away, expecting to return at night. I did not 
mind being alone as I was busy about the house ; but, 
toward noon, I noticed dark clouds rapidly rising, 
and the wind began to blow, and soon snowflakes cov- 
ered the ground. Still I did not feel anxious, but 
kept a watchful eye down the mountain road, although 
I knew it was hardly time to expect my loved ones to 
return. The darkness came on swiftly, and the storm 
increased in violence, until it seemed as if the roof of 
the house would be torn off every old shingle appar- 
ently vying with its neighbor in its hurry to be 
gone. 

" Hardly daring to breathe, but longing to scream. 
I lighted a fire in the great fire-place, and the flames 
threw their ruddy glow over the room. As I began 
to realize that I was all alone, I grew more frightened 
and I thought, ' I cannot stay here all this night alone.' 
Not only was the storm to be dreaded, but, early in the 
day, I had seen two most vicious looking men go by 
on their way to the village. I knew that they lived in 
an old shanty below us. They had called once to seek 



Gratitude of Dogs 129 

shelter from a slight shower; and, I thought, they 
will surely think we would give them shelter from such 
a storm as this. I did not know what to do, for they 
were never known to come away sober from the vil- 
lage. I made up my mind to get to my neighbor'^ 
house. When I opened the door the wind nearly took 
me off my feet, and, blinded by the snow and sleet, 1 
hastily shut the door and went back into the lighted 
room. But I could not rest. I wandered from room 
to room, and it seemed as if I should be insane from 
fright; for never before had I experienced a mountain 
storm. I have passed through many storms since 
then, but that stands out with a prominence which will 
not allow it to be ever forgotten. Going to the window 
and peering out into the darkness, I suddenly felt 
prompted to pray not for my family's return, for 
I hoped they were sheltered from the storm but I 
prayed, ' Give me strength, O Lord, to overcome this 
fear ! ' And before I finished my prayer it was an- 
swered. Above the roar of the storm I heard, under 
my window, the barking of my neighbor's huge dog. 
I let him in, all covered as he was with snow, and he 
walked over to the fire, and lay down, and looked up 
into my face with an almost human intelligence, as if 
he would say, ' You needn't be afraid ; I'll take care 
of you.' With a thankful heart I lay down and slept 
sweetly all night. 

" The owner of the dog told me the next day that in 
all the years he had owned him never had he known 
him to leave his mat at night ; but for two hours they 
had tried to keep him in, and at last, fearing they 
would get no sleep if he stayed, they opened the door, 



1 30 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

and he bounded away into the storm toward our 
house." 

The lady adds : " Now, by what instinct was he 
guided ? Did he know that the one who fed and petted 
him was in deep trouble? I believed then, and believe 
now, that God sent him." 

We all know how useful and enduring are the Es- 
quimaux dogs. Sir John Franklin in his travels 
lamented " being constantly exposed to witness the 
wanton and unnecessary cruelty of the men to these 
dogs, who beat them unmercifully, and habitually vent 
on them the most dreadful and disgusting impreca- 
tions." They are appreciative and grateful creatures 
if kindly treated. Dr. Kane tells how the " caresses of 
the dear brutes had like to have been fatal to me," 
when he rescued them from the ice into which they had 
fallen sixteen feet below him. 

General Greeley says in his " Three Years of Arctic 
Service " : " Our dogs would now never be recog- 
nized as the same wolfish, snapping, untamed animals 
obtained at the Greenland ports. Good care, plenty of 
food, kind treatment had filled out their gaunt frames, 
put them in good working condition, and made them as 
good-natured, appreciative and trustful as "hough they 
had never been pounded, half-starved, and generally 
abused from their puppyhood upward. Half -starved 
animals, who have never been kindly spoken to, and 
who have been cruelly beaten on the slightest pretence, 
necessarily assume in self-defence a threatening and 
vicious attitude toward all comers." 

Mr. Walter Wellman in his " Sledging toward the 
Pole," says of their dogs : " It was not necessary to 





SUSANNE AND ANONYMOUS, ARCTIC Sl.EDGING DOGS. 

Owned by Mr. Walter Wellman. 



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beat them, and whipping or beating was not allowed on 
this trip. It was wonderful what we could do with 
these dogs by talking cheerfully to them. They didn't 
know what we said to them, but they were as keen to 
scent the tone in which we said it as they were to 
smell a bear or a seal. When we were blue and talked 
snappishly or petulantly to them, they became dis- 
couraged, too, and didn't work half so well. Brace 
up and sing to them and call them ' Old boy/ and put 
a jolly ring in your voice, and they would pull their 
legs off for you." 

It is said that Esquimaux women sometimes walk 
in front of the dog teams, to encourage them to pull. 
They are especially obedient and affectionate to women, 
because from them they usually receive all the kindness 
ever given them. When blows from the men make 
them obstinate, a word from a woman will incite them 
to great exertion. 

If all women would save a homeless dog, as did 
Mrs. Ritchie, in the following incident, what a dif- 
ferent world this would be for animals and human 
beings as well : 

"To the Editor of the Boston Herald, February 13, 
1897: 

" I saw a noble sight this morning as I was passing 
along Massachusetts avenue. A carriage, drawn by a 
very spirited pair of horses, with coachman and foot- 
man on the box, drew up, and an elegantly dressed 
lady descended to the sidewalk, where there was one of 
the poorest specimens of dogs that I ever saw, thin, 
sick, and nearly starved. The lady stopped and took 
the dog in her arms, put him in the carriage, and I 



132 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

watched her stop at a provision store to buy him some- 
thing to eat, and then drive off, taking the dog with 
her." 

Says Our Dumb Animals : " The lady above re- 
ferred to was Mrs. John Ritchie, Jr., of Warren street. 
Roxbury, who recently got up the great Mechanics' 
Building entertainment for the poor. Mrs. Ritchie is 
one of our most earnest members. The dog above 
referred to has, through her kindness, a good home." 

We do not realize the effect which the sound of our 
voice has upon all animals. A horse will often trem- 
ble from harsh words, and the eyes are quick to show 
a dejected and discouraged look. A lady had a canary 
to which she was greatly attached, but one day being 
tried by its loud and constant singing, she spoke 
harshly to it. To her amazement, the bird stopped 
instantly, gave a little flutter of the wings, and fell to 
the bottom of the cage, dead. 

Mr. Strachey in his Dog Stories gives this story 
from L. C. Gillum. " A clergyman had for a long 
time a dog, and no other domestic animal. He and his 
servant made a great pet of the dog. At last, how- 
ever, the clergyman took to keeping a few fowls and 
the servant fed them. The dog showed himself very 
jealous and out of humor at this, and when Sunday 
came round and he was left alone, he took the oppor- 
tunity to kill and bury two hens. A claw half uncov- 
ered betrayed what he had done. His master did not 
beat him, but took hold of him and talked to him 
most bitterly, most severely. ' You've been guilt)' of 
the sin of murder, sir, and on the Sabbath day, too; 
and you, a clergyman's dog, taking a mean advantage 



Gratitude of Dogs i 3 3 

of my absence/ etc. He talked on and on for a long 
time in the same serious and reproachful strain. Early 
the next morning the master had to leave home for a 
day or so, and he did so without speaking a word of 
kindness to the dog, because he said he wished him 
to feel himself in disgrace. On his return, the first 
thing he was told was, ' The dog is dead. He never 
ate nor drank after you had spoken to him ; he just lay 
and pined away, and he died an hour ago.' ' 

A New York paper tells the following story : 

" During the great storm of November 25, in which 
a number of people were frozen, a young man named 
Thomas Gallagher was struggling through the heavy 
drifts in a snow-swept Brooklyn street when he heard 
the pitiful cries of an animal some distance away. 
Listening during a pause in the rush of the wind, Gal- 
lagher made the sounds out to be the yelps of a dog, 
evidently in great distress, for the cries became weaker 
with each repetition and were uttered with great diffi- 
culty. 

" The drifts between the man and the dog were 
huge and deep, and the man was poorly clad. He 
looked at them and hesitated at the chilly prospect 
before him, when a final wail, almost human in its 
pathetic appeal, decided him. He pulled his ragged 
hat down over his ears to keep out the fine, blinding 
snow, jammed his red hands into his pockets, and 
plowed his way through the drifts, guided by the ani- 
mal's cries. 

" When Gallagher finally reached the dog and pulled 
it out of the snow by the neck, he found himself the 
rescuer of a mongrel cur without a single beauty or 



134 O ur Devoted Friend, The Dog 

anything to recommend it except big eyes that looked 
up at the man with an agony of appeal. The dog was 
almost frozen. 

" Gallagher laughed. ' Yer all right, dog,' he said, 
reassuringly. ' You and me are the same breed, I 
guess. I'll save your life, an' maybe ye'll do as much 
for me some day.' 

" He stowed the half-frozen brute under his shabby 
coat and carried it to the stable where he worked, at 
125 Bergen street. 

" The dog, warmed into life in this humble place of 
refuge, seemed to know the service Gallagher had 
rendered it, and never left him. The man had no 
home, and frequently slept in the stable, and the dog 
guarded him in his sleep. Gallagher used to laugh- 
ingly repeat his jest about their relationship, and called 
his faithful comrade ' Bum/ 

" ' He is a bum all right/ he would say, ' but I saved 
his life, and, bum as he is, he'd do the same for me.' 

" In the bitter wind of yesterday morning, before the 
dawn, the pitiful cries of a dog were again heard, as 
Gallagher had heard them a month before, but this 
time they came from the stable. For hours the pitiful 
wailing continued, until at last some people of the 
neighborhood, curious or annoyed, went to the stable 
and opened the door, The mongrel leaped up to meet 
them, and then ran back- into the stable, still yelping. 
They did not go in, and the creature ran back to them 
and barked again, showing them in plainest dog fash- 
ion that he wanted them to follow him. 

" In one of the corners of the stable was Thomas 
Gallagher, frozen to death. When the men reached 



Gratitude of Dogs i 3 5 

him the mongrel was lying crouched on his body, and 
when they raised it up, ' Bum ' could only be removed 
by main force. He had done what he could to save 
the life of his comrade and master, as Gallagher had 
saved his, but help had come too late." 

" There is nothing in the way of a dog that is as 
grateful and affectionate as a little mongrel which has 
had a hard life on the street," says the Superintendent 
of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Ani- 
mals. " They appreciate every kindness, and much 
more than pet dogs accustomed to attention." 

Our Dumb Animals, June and July, 1900, tells of 
two heroes: 

" When a man jeopardizes his life to save a fellow 
human being he is called a hero. When he risks his 
neck to save a poor dumb animal from torture and ex- 
cruciating agony he probably should be, with equal 
appropriateness, called a hero. 

" A case of the latter kind was witnessed this morn- 
ing on the wharves at the head of Jackson avenue, 
New Orleans. The object of the heroic deed of two 
young men with kind hearts was nothing but a dog. 
He had been in the river floating for no one knew 
how long. One gentleman said he was sure that the 
dog was the same he had seen some ruffians throw into 
the river from the Jackson street ferry Saturday morn- 
ing. It was most pitiful to see him try to get ashore 
after he had made his way among the piling near the 
ferry house. He managed to find a place on a big 
plank and could thus keep his head out of the water 
for the time being. 

" There was no way to get at the unfortunate crea- 



136 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

ture excepting to lower a man over the water's edge 
by means of a rope. But Mr. W. Evans and Mr. J. 
Riley, two young men who happened to see the sad 
plight of the wretched animal, hurried to his rescue. 
Riley let Evans down by means of a rope and the 
latter by the help of the feet of the former managed 
to get near enough to the water to seize the dog by 
the neck. He then passed him up to Riley, who placed 
him on the dry ground. 

" If ever dumb animal expressed gratitude and 
thanks, this one did to the boys who rescued him. He 
looked at them with eyes that spoke more than could 
most men's tongues. Then shaking the water from 
his body in a weak sort of manner he started on his 
way home, a suffering though happy dog." 

"Joseph M. Ryan of Worcester (says the Wor- 
cester Daily Telegram) risked his life at noon recently 
to save the life of a drowning dog. 

" He plunged into Stillwater pond, swam fifty yards 
to where a dog was struggling for life and helped the 
creature to reach the shore. Ryan was exhausted and 
thoroughly chilled, but he saved the dog. He did his 
heroic act in the presence of many men and women 
employed in the South Worcester mills. 

' The dog was a stray, and at noon the men employed 
in the above mills had been throwing sticks into the 
cold water for the dog to bring out, until he had be- 
come so chilled and exhausted that he had sunk once 
and it was evident that he was drowning. The dog 
was about a hundred and fifty feet from the shore 
when Ryan, throwing off his clothing, shoes and stock- 
ings, pulled on a pair of greasy overalls, and against 



Gratitude of Dogs 137 

the remonstrances of those who saw him plunged into 
the icy water. 

" The dog seemed to know that Ryan was trying to 
save him, and all the way to the shore tried to lick tht 
brave hand that was keeping him from death. Ryan 
was weak and half dead with cold and fatigue, but 
when at last he swam into shallow water with the do/^ 
safely held, a shout went up that was heard clear ova 
on South Bridge street. 

" The dog was too weak to stand when he was hauled 
out of the pond, but his gratitude was none the less 
evident. He attempted to lick Ryan's hand. Ryan 
got a good rubdown from the men and got into dr}' 
clothing in the boiler-room as quickly as possible, and 
the dog was given a thorough warming and was dried 
comfortably. He went home with his friend, Joe 
Ryan. 

" Now Joseph M. Ryan of Worcester is not Dewey. 
He did not sail into Manila harbor. But he risked his 
life to save the life of a drowning dog, and at the 
Directors' Meeting of the Massachusetts Society for the 
Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, on May i6th, was 
awarded by unanimous vote the Societv's silver medal." 

The Cleveland Leader, June 29, 1900. gives this 
suggestive incident, as a hint to the scores of persons 
who pass by a suffering dog, and make no effort to take 
it home, or relieve it by sending for a veterinary sur- 
geon: 

" Wednesday, Mr. and Mrs. J. J. Goodyear, of the 
Ann Arbor, Mich., Humane Society, were in Cleve- 
land. While making a tour through the down-town 
streets they noticed a little waif dog lying in an alley 



138 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

apparently sick and suffering. Perhaps hundreds of 
people had passed the animal without even noticing 
him. 

" When Mr. and Mrs. Goodyear saw him they called 
the attention of a patrolman to the dog. The police- 
man immediately wanted to shoot him. Mr. Goodyear, 
however, objected, and called up the Humane Society. 
The result was that Humane Agent Ricksecker sent an 
agent to the scene and had the animal taken to the 
humane office and cared for." 

" Firemen who were working in the debris of the 
Windsor Hotel, New York, burned March 17, 1899, 
found a fox terrier imprisoned in a recess formed by 
falling timbers, in the basement at the corner of Forty- 
seventh street. The animal was unharmed and frisked 
about its rescuers in livelv fashion. Inspector Harley 
had it sent to his office at police headquarters." 

A New York paper gives this pathetic picture of a 
poor boy and a po^or dog, the latter passed probably by 
hundreds, going to buy a good dinner, with no thought 
for hungry animals. Can a man or woman be a 
Christian who forgets the smallest and poorest of 
God's creatures? 

" He was a small spotted dog and he sat in the mid- 
dle of Nassau street in front of the Tract Society's 
building. Elderly gentlemen in black with long faces 
passed and repassed him as though he had no gnawing 
in his midst. Generations of similarly wretched ances- 
tors had given this small quadruped a hunted look, 
and there was a sharpness to his nose and a droop to 
his tail which told the caninologist that of such stock 
family pets are not chosen, and the sad look in his face 



Gratitude of Dogs 139 

seemed to indicate that he was somewhat of a thinker 
and philosopher himself. 

" As the noon hour approached he looked at the big 
clock in a high building near by, and apparently plucked 
up some courage. Then he picked himself up and tot- 
tered several feet nearer the door. An expectant lick 
of his chops showed the bent of his mind. Promptly 
in fact, a moment before twelve, a small boy with 
towseled hair, inky fingers and the mischievous look 
peculiar to all office apprentices came tumbling out 
through the big doors and whistled. The cur saw 
him and really smiled. He beamed. His lank jaws 
relaxed and his tail feebly wagged as he tried to show 
his appreciation and gratitude for the call. 

" The youngster took from his pocket a big sand- 
wich just the sort a mother knows how to prepare 
for a hungry boy. He sat on the curbstone and the 
cur assumed a similar attitude in the roadway. Almost 
bit for bit did that smudgy-faced &oy share with the 
pariah of the streets, and when it \va all over, and the 
little chap had gone back into the big building, pass- 
ersby fancied they saw a tear trickle down the pointed 
muzzle of the tramp, dog, but that was probably imagi- 
nation. However, he looked shamefacedly at the 
passing throngs and ambled down Spruce street." 

After the burning of the H. B. Hunt Stamping 
Works, April n, 1900, the Cleveland Leader says: 

" Early yesterday morning the watchman of the 
building tried to climb through the ruins to the base- 
ment to find his dog, which was locked in the engineer's 
room at the time the fire broke out. It was impossible 
to get into the basement, and the watchman tore a net- 



140 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

ting off one of the windows and peered into the flooded 
basement. On top of one of the boilers, just above the 
reach of the water, sat the little dog. The dog, on 
seeing his master's face, nearly became frantic with 
joy. With much coaxing the watchman persuaded 
the dog to leave his place of safety and swim to the 
window. The little smoked, dirty and bedraggled 
mongrel was picked up and wrapped in his master's 
coat, and the watchman said, as he was carrying his 
pet away, ' I will never part with you as long as either 
of us lives.' ' 



CHAPTER VIII 
Affection of Animals for Each Other 

~irT was during the war," says an Exchange, 
" when the M - family lived near Mur- 
freesboro, Tennessee. The children owned 
two dogs, a great St. Bernard named Hugo, and a 
tiny white poodle, Fleece. The tw r o were inseparable 
companions, and wherever Hugo's dignified self ap- 
peared, there gamboled beside him the absurd bundle of 
curls and wool. It was Landseer's picture of Dignity 
and Impudence in life. Hugo looked with anxious 
solicitude after Fleece if the little fellow ran away, 
which he frequently did, and never gave it up until 
he brought Fleece home again in safe conduct. 

" Battles were raging all around them, and one night 
the firing was so near and incessant that no one slept. 

" The next morning Hugo and Fleece were missing 
and while the children searched for them, Hugo 
wearily walked through the gate, carrying poor little 
Fleece's dead body. 

" He walked to his mistress and laid his burden gently 
at her feet, then with a look of unutterable grief laid 
himself beside it, nor could they coax, nor drive him 
away. Little Fleece's white coat was blood-stained. 
A stray bullet had ended his happy little life, and the 
children wept over the sorrows of war, realizing as 
never before what it meant. ' 

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142 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

" They had a most elaborate funeral and buried Fleece 
with military honors, with his body wrapped in a flag, 
and they marched to the grave to the beat of a toy 
drum, with Hugo, who followed close as chief mourner. 
When the little mound, flower covered and draped with 
a flag, was finished, Hugo laid himself down across the 
tiny grave and refused to be comforted. He would 
neither eat nor drink, and the next morning they found 
the great fellow stiff and cold in death, still faithfully 
guarding the mound that covered his dear little friend. 
His great, loving heart was broken with grief." 

Two homeless dogs in Cleveland, in January, 1900, 
a St. Bernard and a small one, formed a friendship for 
each other, perhaps because neither had a home, and 
shared together the scanty fare from garbage barrels, 
or now and then a generous human hand. This was 
not frequent, for the world is too busy or too indiffer- 
ent to care for aught besides its own, generally. The 
newsboys were good to them, with their rough ways, 
but big hearts. One morning the smaller dog was 
poisoned, and was soon too weak to stand. The St. 
Bernard walked around him, and whined as though 
longing to relieve his devoted friend. Finally a police- 
man seeing the little dog in agony, shot it. Then the 
St. Bernard howled, and stood over the dead body and 
moaned piteously. A crowd gathered, but no one 
cared to touch the dog, as the St. Bernard growled 
and showed his teeth. He evidently thought his little 
companion was only injured, and would revive after 

a time. 

*^tt 
Several hours passed^until, seeing that the body 

grew stiff and cold, the St. Bernard seemed to realize 





I. SULTAN, owned by Mrs. L. M. N. Stevens, President N. W. C. T. U. 
(p. 149). 2. CHALLIFOND HERO, owned by Prof. R. D. P.ohannan, 
Columbus, O., winner of first prize among thirty-three collies at 
New Orleans; also prize at Philadelphia, New York, St. Louis, and 
Kansas City. 



Affection of Animals for Each Other 143 

that they would never walk together again, or share 
their food or humble lodgings in shed or alley. Finally 
he allowed himself to be fondled and led away with a 
rope around his neck, by the newsboys. 

The Paducah, Kentucky, Sun, October, 1899. gives 
an instance of affection between a dog and a cow. 
Both belonged to Mrs. Dickie, of South Sixth street. 
For three years the bull dog had accompanied the cow 
wherever she went. He took her to pasture in the 
morning, came home at noon for his dinner, returned 
to her in the afternoon, and led her home at night to be 
milked and fed. He always slept in the same stall with 
her. One morning as he was going to pasture with 
her he was attacked by another dog. The cow took 
the part of her friend, and attempted to help by her 
horns and feet. Unfortunately she killed her friend. 
She was almost beside herself with grief. For a whole 
day she stood over the prostrate body and moaned and 
groaned, till the neighbors turned away from the deep, 
dumb sorrow, with tears coursing down their cheeks. 

A neighbor of ours has a dog who goes with the cow- 
to pasture, and lies near her all day in sunshine or rain, 
while she eats, or rests in the shade. If for some 
reason he is left behind, his howls are unbearable by 
the family, till he is let out and follows her. 

Prof. R. D. Bohannan of Columbus, Ohio, owner 
of some of the most valuable collies in America, among 
them Challifond Hero, and Duplex Admiral, writes 
me of the former : " His special fondness is for cake. 
Say ' cake ' and he is up at once, barking. Tell him he 
can have a cake if he can tell where they are kept he 
will run at once to the pantry, and put his foot on the 



144 O UF Devoted Friend, The Dog 

stone jar where cakes are kept." Prof. Bohannan sends 
me this account of one of his collies and a Jersey cow : 

" These two are constant companions. The esteem 
is evidently mutual. The cow licks the dog, and the 
dog jumps up and hugs the cow's nose with her paws. 
Where the cow goes the collie follows. When the cov. 
lies down the collie -either sits on her back or else lies 
down touching her. When any other dog comes near 
there is a fight, the collie considering herself the cow's 
protector. The love of the collie for the cow is a great 
deal more pronounced than that of the cow for the 
collie. Still the cow never licks any of the other dogs. 
A lick from a cow is an evidence of affection. I have 
never seen affection between two animals of different 
kind so strong and so much in evidence as that mani- 
fested by this collie and Jersey cow." 

The Sioux City (Iowa) Tribune has the following: 
" A remarkable instance of affection between a dog and 
a cow is related by a suburbanite. His little black 
Scotch terrier became infatuated with a small Jersey 
cow in his neighborhood, and every morning he would 
run off to the pasture where his bovine sweetheart was 
kept. He would slip out of the side way and walk 
along with the cow. He often missed his breakfast 
and often did not taste a mouthful all day. When she 
munched grass by the roadside he patiently sat on his 
haunches until she moved along. Sometimes he was 
confined at home to break up the habit, but as soon as 
he was released, off he would go at a full run for the 
pasture, singling out his love from the herd of cattle 
and following close at her heels. He would jump up, 
lick her feet, and show signs of greatest joy when he 



Affection of Animals for Each Other 145 

came to her. While the cow on her part did not ap- 
pear to appreciate his attentions, she did not hook him 
away. Finally the family grew tired of keeping a 
dog that remained away during the day and only came 
home for his supper and to spend the night, and gave 
him to persons living some distance in the country. 
The cow, who had never seemed to notice any of his 
demonstrations of affection, missed his companionship 
when he was gone. She would come to his former 
home at evening, put her head over the palings, and 
low. She did this at intervals for several months." 

A lady from Mississippi writes to Pets and Animals, 
of four puppies which frolic with a calf and sleep on its 
back. The calf is highly pleased with the affection, 
and reciprocates it, fondling them and licking them as 
though they were her babies. 

Farmer Wainwright of Pennsylvania, in January, 
1898, had a pet puppy that was greatly beloved by a 
pet goat. One afternoon the goat ran to and fro, bleat- 
ing and seeming half crazed. The family decided to 
follow it, as they knew something unusual must have 
happened. The goat led the way to a pit ten feet deep 
into which the dog had fallen, and was nearly dead 
from its struggles to get out. The puppy was rescued, 
and the goat fondled it with delight, as though it were 
its own offspring. 

The Philadelphia Sentinel tells this story of Don and 
some chickens : " A hen was sitting upon a ' clutch ' 
of thirteen eggs, and Don, the black-and-tan, soon be- 
came very curious to know why she stayed in the barn 
so closely. 

" The dog, it appears, had formerly been given to 



146 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

teasing the hen, snatching her food away from her, and 
otherwise making himself a torment; but this inter- 
course had gradually turned into friendship, and the 
two would sometimes be seen lying and squatting side 
by side in the sun, on a bit of carpet in the back porch. 

" During the three weeks that the hen sat on her 
eggs, Don used to pay daily visits to the barn, and 
sometimes would stay with her by the half hour. 

" Then the chicks came out of their shells. Don 
was intensely interested. All day long he scarcely left 
the barn. The next morning, when the hen stepped 
off the nest, and with a cluck called her brood after her, 
Don followed. 

" The hen fell to scratching, tnd the fluffy chicks 
darted hither and thither, picking up the tidbits which 
the mother had uncovered. 

" ' .Good! ' said Don to himself; ' I can help in this 
business,' and, to the terror of the chickens, he ran 
among them and began turning up the soil at a lively 
rate. Then he sat down and waited. 

' The mother hen called back the chicks to the newly- 
scratched earth, and soon they picked it clean. Then 
the dog took another turn, and so the good work pro- 
ceeded, to the great delight of all the parties." 

A shepherd dog belonging to Police Captain E. W. 
Bradley of Cleveland, in February, 1899, loved and 
reared a family of kittens as if they were her own. 
When they were a month old, the Maltese mother be- 
gan to neglect them, and the dog adopted them. She 
was but eighteen months old, and before the kittens 
came was somewhat rougti and boisterous, delighting 
to run after horses and wagons, but the cares of foster- 



Affection of Animals for Each Other i 47 

motherhood made her gentle and tender. She washed 
them, played with them, and whined when they were 
out of her sight. The kittens disowned their mother, 
and devoted themselves entirely to the clog. 

Our Dumb Animals for March, 1897, gives this pa- 
thetic instance of the pitiful results of vivisection, one 
among thousands of useless and cruel experiments in 
the so-called interests of science, ending with the death 
of the dog: 

" DEAR MR. ANGELL : The Rev. John W. Brown, 
D. D., now rector of St. Thomas Church, New York 
city, kindly permits me to publish the following, which 
occurred in his own family : 

" A small dog a great pet disappeared from the 
rectory, then situated not far from a medical college. 

" At once grave apprehensions were entertained lest 
this dear member of their household had met a cruel 
fate. 

" Through a medical friend search was made and the 
dog was found within the laboratory, emaciated, man- 
gled, in a distressing condition. He was taken home, 
and the family physician summoned, but the cruel 
thrust of scientific inquiry had done its fatal work. 

" A bed was placed for him near the fire, and he was 
entrusted to the kind care of an attendant. But there 
was another ministering spirit ready with quick divine 
sympathy a cat ; she stretched herself so that her soft, 
warm body should afford rest and comfort to the suffer- 
ing creature. On one occasion when the master of the 
house visited the dog (in order to give evidence of the 
cat's devotion), a dish of milk was placed just near 
where the two were resting, the suffering creature stag- 



148 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

gered to his feet and the cat (well nigh incredible to re- 
late) walked beside him. close enough to serve as a sup- 
port for her feeble charge to lean against while he 
lapped the milk, the cat not attempting to drink at the 
same .time." 

Dogs have often cared for offspring not their own. 
Lady Clyde, a St. Bernard in New York in 1896, cared 
for and nursed five little leopards, whom the mother 
Flora, born in the jungles of India, did not seem to 
care for. Each of the baby leopards weighed four 
pounds. 

Dogs need company, and are desolate when left alone 
day after day. They need to be talked to by their own- 
ers, and are most sensitive to approval and kind words. 
A lady in the Boston Herald tells this story : 

" Not far from Boston lives a little terrier of unusual 
intelligence; at least so think his family, who are de- 
voted to him. Not long smce this dog brought home a 
strange dog, and wig-wagged his tail with every sign 
of delight at having ' run in ' a welcome guest when the 
household questioned him about the visitor. A collar, 
with the owner's name, settled the matter, however, 
and Tim's ' pick-up ' was taken back to his abode as 
fast as possible. Not many days after the little terrier 
walked in with another dog, and, prancing and cavort- 
ing, said as plainly as words : ' Here is a new playmate 
for me. Aren't you glad ? ' This dog also wore a 
collar, and had to be returned to its address, Tim look- 
ing on meanwhile with the most woebegone counte- 
nance. But he was not to- 'be discouraged. K other 
dogs couldn't play with him he would have something 
else, but it must be alive, so in he trotted the other af- 



Affection of Animals for Each Other 149 

ternoon with a very small kitten in his mouth. lit 
isn't much larger than a kitten himself, but he chose this 
time a friend who was tiny and helpless, and who 
hadn't a collar on his neck, and to make sure this treas- 
ure trove shouldn't be taken from him, he lay down on 
it and looked defiantly into the amused faces watching 
the scene. For two days all was bliss. The kitten 
cottoned to the little dog, the dog 'tended her like a 
mother and lover combined. It was a regular circus 
in more senses than one, and the verdict was that Tim 
should keep his cat! But, alas! fate in the person 01 
a girl in a pinafore appeared and ruthlessly claimed 
her lost kitty ! There was no denying this prior claim, 
and for the third time, poor, lonesome Tim was with- 
out a mate. But now a real live, sure enough dog, 
having been purchased to be his very own, happiness of 
the most demonstrative order reigns in Tim's home., 
with no fear of separation of the funny little com- 
panions." 

Mrs. L. M. N. Stevens, President of the National 
W. C. T. U., tells about her dog Sultan, in the Union 
Signal of June 29, 1897: 

" About twelve years ago we adopted into our home 
a handsome St. Bernard puppy. His father was ' Mer- 
chant Prince,' and his mother belonged to some noted 
dog family. He was white and yellow with pretty 
black points, and he was gentle and kind. He grew 
very fast and came to weigh about one hundred and 
fifty pounds. He was very good to the little children, 
of whom there were some in our home and many in the 
neighborhood. He was kind to other dogs, especially 
to those smaller than himself. He was very fond of 



150 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

the horses and often stayed in the stable. We have a 
cat Jappy, named for Madam Chika Sakurai, our 
Japanese W. C. T. U. sister, who was at our house 
when this little kitty was born. I forgot to say that 
our dog's name was Sultan (would that all Sultans 
were as good as he!). He early took a great liking to 
Jappy. When she was very small he would protect 
her from other dogs not so friendly to cats as they 
would have been had they been rightly trained at home. 
He would sometimes take her up in his mouth, holding 
her in the place between the long front and the strong 
back teeth, carry her across the room or the garden, put 
her gently down and lie down beside her. After Jappy 
grew up and had little kittens of her own he would 
help her care for them. In the winter when it was 
cold Jappy and the kitties would often sleep all night 
on his warm furry back or side. They would never eat 
each other's food, but were always generous and polite 
to each other. 

" Our home is away from the center of the town, 
and Sultan never went down town but once in his life. 
This was a great occasion for him. The Society for 
the Protection of Animals was holding a great fair in 
the City Hall, and I planned to patronize it for an hour 
in the afternoon. I said to Sultan in the morning 
that directly after dinner I would take him in the car- 
riage by my side and he should go to the fair. I tried 
to explain to him, in simple language such as he could 
understand, that he must have a bath, and then a new 
yellow ribbon tied in his collar. Being so very large he 
had never been in my carriage, but I did not like to 



Affection of Animals for Each Other 1 5 1 

risk his following me over the railroad tracks and 
through streets he had never seen. 

" He had his dinner early, and was allowed to lie 
on my sister's couch to keep his milk-white fur and new 
ribbon from becoming soiled. When I was ready I 
called him. He went directly to the side door, where 
he had seen the carriage waiting scores of times before, 
and without one word from me stepped up into the 
carriage amid exclamations of surprise from the mem- 
bers of my family. 

" I was soon seated beside him, and my faithful 
horse, Madge, took us safely to the fair. Sultan be- 
haved beautifully, and was greatly admired by all, and 
when I was ready to come home he got into the car- 
riage again, behaving as well as any good boy or girl 
could have done. 

" He was very much afraid of thunder and of all 
loud noises. Sensitive, fine bred dogs often suffer 
greatly in this way. He was always glad when the 
Fourth of July was over. His master and he were 
very fond of each other, and when there was a thunder- 
storm his master would go with him to some quiet, 
dark place and wait until the storm was over. 

" When I left my home to make this long trip on the 
Pacific coast, Sultan stood in the midst of the family 
group as they said good-by to me. I put my arm 
around his neck and gave him a farewell pat. 

" Dear, good old fellow ! How many times he has 
greeted our white ribbon women as they have come to 
our house. Miss Willard used to praise him for his 
faithfulness and goodness, and with his great brown 



152 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

eyes he would look up into her face and express his 
thanks by a low bark." 

Dogs like every other animal sometimes put us hu- 
man beings to shame by their devotion to their young. 
The hours are never irksome which they spend in car- 
ing for their progeny. No self-sacrifice is too great 
or labor too severe to care for them, hunt food for them 
and save them from danger, even with their lives. 

In 1897 in Port Jervis, N. Y., a dog belonging to 
Mr. Edward Bishop was rejoicing in a family of pup- 
pies. All were given away but one, and this of course 
was the idol of the mother. In August a careless bicy- 
cle rider ran over it and killed it. The mother was 
well-nigh heart broken. She licked the dead body and 
hated the wheels and the wheelmen. They had taken 
away her all. She began to attack those who had 
spoiled her happiness, and the men were obliged to ride 
fast for safety. Then they began to shoot at her, and 
she escaped three miles out of town. The excitement 
and sorrow seemed to have crazed the poor creature. 
They thought her mad, and their shots and guns doubt- 
less terrorized her. She was pressed by men and boys 
into an old shed, and killed. She had given her life for 
her dead puppy. 

A large Dane dog, belonging to Mr. Thomas Chafee 
of Shelbyville, Indiana, had six puppies. A horse came 
into the stall where they were sleeping, and stepped on 
one, making it cry with pain. The dog heard the cry, 
and dashed to the barn, her master following. The dog 
sprang upon the back of the horse, fiercely biting it, and 
when shoved off with a rake, she returned to the attack 
four times, when the horse fell dead. Then she at- 



Affection of Animals for Each Other 



53 



tacked the master who had tried to save the horse, and 
after a hard battle fell to the floor exhausted and was 
shot. Her mother love had caused her death. 

McClure's Magazine, April, 1900, in An Arctic Day 
and Night by Walter Wellman says: 

" A rather pathetic bear-hunt was one we had a few 
days later. Mother and cub came ambling along the 
plateau side by side, and of course the dogs soon had 
the pair surrounded. When we arrived upon the 
scene, after a sharp run of a mile, the battle was in full 
course, with the dogs getting decidedly the best of it. 
The poor dam had been hurried almost into a state of 
exhaustion. Still she kept up the desperate struggle, 
and never once permitted her young hopeful to get five 
feet from her side. After each lunge at the nearest dog 
she quickly returned to her baby, and this fat peace- 
ful little fellow did his best, you may be sure, to keep 
close under mamma's protecting paws. It seemed im- 
possible to shoot without killing a dog, but I decided to 
risk it, and sent a Krag-Jorgensen bullet clean through 
her body. With the blood streaming from both sides 
she continued to fight for her cub, and as more bullets 
crashed into her vitals, and she felt her hour at hand, 
her last instinctive movement was to gather her little 
fellow to her breast with her forepaws, that her tusks 
might give him protection. Then she died. 

" Feeling his mother's grip upon him relax, the cub 
climbed upon her body and bravely attempted to de- 
fend himself. We were not yet so hardened in the 
stern life of this region that we could step up and put 
a bullet through the heart of that trusting youngster 
without suffering qualms of conscience. Soon mother 



154 O UF Devoted Friend, The Dog 

and son were blending their blood there upon the ice. 
Two of our best dogs had this she bear killed in her 
fierce defence of her young." 

The Journal of Zoophily, December, 1896, tells of 
Polu, a hunting dog belonging to Sefior Eduardo Mon- 
tanban of Caracas, Venezuela: 

" The pack of dogs were out with several gentlemen, 
friends of Sefior Montanban, who were engaged in the 
chase. The dogs started and followed a doe with two 
young ones. A shot was fired and the mother was 
wounded by the ball, as well as one of the little deer. 
Great was the surprise of the party, when, upon arriv- 
ing a.t the spot, they found the brave Polu defending 
with energy the little wounded fawn against the fero- 
city of the other dogs, and at the same time trying to 
reanimate the innocent creature by licking it tenderly. 
They were so moved by the example given them by 
the noble Polu, that they obtained possession of the 
fawn, and taking it home, tended it with the greatest 
care. It survived, but Polu, a few days after, was at- 
tacked by some mysterious malady to which he fell a 
victim." 

The London Daily News, 1899, te ^ s tms incident: 

" Lord Sandwich had two intelligent, companion- 
able, little white dogs. He was very fond of both. 
They were very much attached to him and devoted to 
each other. One white pet fell sick, and he watched 
over the little creature. But no care sufficed to save it, 
and it died. The loving master said that he himself 
would bury the dog, and he did so. The living Pome- 
ranian (if that was the breed) stood by, grieving as 
sincerely as the bereaved master. But the survivor 



Affection of Animals for Each Other 155 

could never again endure Lord Sandwich, shunned him 
and was irreconcilable for all time. He thought that 
the master had killed and buried his canine comrade." 

Mr. J. St. Loe Strachey in his delightful book which 
no one can read without loving animals better, Dog 
Stories from the Spectator, published in London in 
1896, gives a story of David Hannay told to him by a 
butcher residing at Brodick in the Isle of Arron : " He 
told me that he had had two collies, one old and the 
other young. The old dog became useless through age, 
and was drowned in the sea at Brodick. A few days 
afterwards, its body was washed ashore, and it was dis- 
covered by the young dog, who was seen immediately 
to go to the butcher's shop and take away a piece of 
meat and lay it at the dead dog's mouth. The young 
dog evidently thought that the meat would revive his 
old comrade, and thereby showed remarkable sympathy 
in aid of, to him, the apparent ' weak.' ' 

Mr. Strachey gives another instance of a dog's hu- 
manity : " The servant-man of one of my friends took 
a kitten to a pond with the intention of drowning it. 
His master's dog was with him, and when the kitten 
was thrown into the water, the dog sprang in and 
brought it safely to land. A second time the man threw 
it in, and again the dog rescued it; and when for the 
third time the man tried to drown it, the dog, as reso- 
lute to save the little helpless life as the man was to 
destroy it, swam with it to the other side of the pool, 
running all the way home with it, and safely depositing 
it before the kitchen fire; and ever after they were in- 
separable, sharing even the same bed ! 

" When not long ago I came across the noble senti- 



156 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

ment that ' hecatombs of brutes should be tortured, if 
man thereby could be saved one pang,' I found myself 
dimly wondering what constituted a ' brute.' Certainly 
in the incident I have just given, the ' brute ' was not 
the dog!" 

Mr. Strachey tells of two dogs in Wiltshire, a large 
collie, called Jasper, and a rough Skye terrier, Sandie : 
" One afternoon I called them as usual to go for a walk, 
and making my way to the lake, I determined to row 
across and wander about in the deer park. Without 
thinking of my two companions. I got into the boat and 
pushed off. Jasper at once jumped into the water and 
gladly followed the boat; half way across he and I 
were both startled by despairing howls, and stopping 
to look back, we saw poor little Sandie running up and 
down the bank, and bitterly bewailing the cruelty of his 
two so-called friends in leaving him behind. Harden- 
ing my heart, I sat still in silence and simply watched. 
Jasper was clearly distressed ; he swam round the boat, 
and looking up into my face, said unmistakably with 
his wise, brown eyes, ' Why don't you go to the res- 
cue ? ' Seeing, however, that I showed no sign of in- 
telligence, he made up his mind to settle the difficulty 
himself, so turned and swam back to forlorn little 
Sandie ; there was a moment's pause, I suppose for ex- 
planation, and then, to my surprise and amusement, 
Jasper stood still, half out and half in the water, and 
Sandie scrambled on to his back, his front paws resting 
on Jasper's neck, who swam across the lake and landed 
him safely in the deer park! I need not describe the 
evident pride of the one, or the gratitude of the other." 

Mr. Strachey in Dog Stories gives this incident in 



Affection of Animals for Each Other 157 

animal friendship by Thomas Hamber: " Thirty years 
ago I was living in St. George's Square, Pimlico, and 
near me, in Denbigh street, at a distance of ten minutes' 
walk, resided a well-known journalist, Mr. Percy 
Gregg. He had a little black and tan dog, for which I 
found a home when his master was about to leave 
London. It was reported to me that Jimmie always 
left my house after breakfast. At first some alarm 
was felt that he would stray; but as he invariably re- 
turned after an hour's stroll, I felt no anxiety. But I 
ascertained that whenever he went away, he carried 
off a bone or something edible with him. I watched 
him one or two mornings squeeze through the area 
railings, on each occasion carrying a big bone, which he 
had great difficulty in steering through the iron bars. 
Being curious about the destination of the food I fol- 
lowed him. I tracked him to an empty house, next to 
that in which his former owner had lived. In the cellar 
in the area there lived a half starved, ownerless terrier, 
who, I suppose, had once been a friend of Jimmie's, and 
whom my dog, in his days of prosperity, never forgot. 
Regularly the good little fellow trotted off to the empty 
cellar, and divided his morning's meal with his poor 
friend. 

" The story is told of the great Napoleon riding over 
one of his battlefields, I don't know whether it was 
Wagram or Austeditz and pointing to a faithful dog 
watching the body <jf his dead master, with the words, 
' That dog teaches us all a lesson of humanity ! ' 

" So did Jimmie." 

The Montpelier Argus tells of the devotion of two 
setters belonging to Mr. C. P. Pitkin : 



158 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

" The dogs are devoted to each other, and are to- 
gether almost continually. Last Saturday the Irish 
setter went on the ice on the river behind Mr. Pitkin's 
residence and broke through when near the opposite 
side, being precipitated into the water. The animal 
made desperate efforts to get out, but the ice continued 
to break on the edge under its paws every time it at- 
tempted to climb out. In this way the dog moved too 
near the centre of the river, where the swift current 
commenced to draw it under the ice. When the dog 
broke into the river the English setter appeared to be 
greatly disturbed, and when it failed to get out rushed 
up and down, evidently trying to devise some plan for 
a rescue. .When, however, the dog commenced to be 
drawn under the ice the English setter set up a heart- 
breaking howl and ran to the barn, where George Fitz- 
gerald was at work, and barking and evidently trying 
to tell him to follow, at last got him to the river bank, 
where he saw what had happened and pulled out the 
other animal from the river. When the Irish setter 
reached the shore the other barked and made the most 
extravagant demonstration of joy, lapping the other 
and plainly showing that it realized the danger from 
which the other had escaped and its thankfulness there- 
for." 

" A spaniel and a partridge were great friends," says 
Sagacity of Animals. ' The spaniel was an old favor- 
ite, who went by the name of Tom; the partridge 
had been brought from France and was called Bill. 
The lady who owned these animals was at first afraid 
to place these natural enemies together, for Tom was a 
lively and splendid creature, very apt to tease cats, and 



Affection of Animals for Each Other 159 

to bark at any bird. But a trial was made, and Bill 
being very tame, did not feel much alarm at his com- 
panion. They were of course shy at first, but that soon 
wore off, and they became the best of friends. One 
dish of bread and milk was placed on the floor, out of 
which the spaniel and the bird fed together. After 
their meal the dog would retire to a corner to sleep, 
while the partridge \vould nestle between his legs and 
never stir till his friend awoke. Whenever the dog 
went out with his mistress, the bird was most uneasy 
till its return, and once when the partridge was by some 
accident shut up a whole day, the dog searched all over 
the house with a mournful cry, which showed the 
strength of his love. The friendship of Bill and Tom 
had a very sad end. The beautiful little dog was stolen ; 
and the bird from that time refused food, and died on 
the seventh day, a victim of his grief." 

Rev. C. C. Carpenter, of Charlestown, Mass., writes 
in Our Dumb Animals, August, 1897, about his dog 
Prince and dove, Polly: 

"And who is Prince? Prince is a large black and 
white dog of the shepherd strain, with a fine, hand- 
some face, and as good a disposition as dog or man ever 
had. And Polly is a beautiful white dove, with the 
pinkest toes, bright eyes and a pretty arching neck. It 
is of these two that I write a true story, every word of 
it, and Prince and Polly can be seen any day, just as I 
describe them, at the farmhouse of Mr. Gary Carpen- 
ter in Bolton, Connecticut. 

" About a year ago Polly for the first time came to 
the place from no one knows where, but evidently she 
liked her new home, and instead of going off for a mate 



160 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

as doves are wont to do, she soon began to show an un- 
usual interest in Prince, and made him her companion 
and friend. In the early spring as one morning i was 
approaching the farmhouse, but some distance away, 
in the edge of the woods, I found Prince on the top 
of a rail fence sniffing up a hollow apple tree where 
squirrels had passed the winter, and there not two 
feet from him was Polly keeping watch over the pro- 
ceedings. Later I often saw that when Prince attended 
his master in excursions across the field or to the neigh- 
bors, Polly invariably went along,, flying this w r ay and 
that, and alighting at the end on building or fence, but 
always near her companion Prince. Each morning 
when the door of the house is opened Polly is there to 
make her daily visit, and if Prince, as sometimes 
happens, is lying across the threshold, she hops upon 
his back and rests awhile before entering. 

" A little while since, Mr. Carpenter called his wife 
to the door to see a pretty picture, for there was Prince 
half lying down, in the attitude called couchant, and 
Polly between his fore paws and nestling under his 
shaggy breast. 

" Strangest of all is their way of showing affection 
for each other. Sometimes when Prince is stretched 
upon the ground and trying to sleep Polly will walk 
round him, stopping every second to peck his tail or 
his foot, and when this has been repeated a few times, 
Prince lifts his head, opens his big mouth and takes 
Polly into it, and yet so gently that he does not ruffle 
a feather, and Polly does not exhibit the slightest fear. 
When I see the perfect confidence that Polly has in 
Prince I think that if all children were good not only 



Affection of Animals for Each Other 161 

to the doves but to all the birds, perhaps some time 
their fear would be outgrown, and they would come 
to us for food or kindness and be more than they are 
to-day our intimate and loving companions." 

Rev. Mr. Carpenter writes me: '' It is the most re- 
markable instance of a loving intimacy between unlike 
animals that ever came under my notice. Both Mr. 
and Mrs. Carpenter are very fond of all animals, and 
there is an atmosphere of kindness about the place that 
is delightful." 

Rev. F. O. Morris in Dogs and their Doings, 
quotes this incident from Tutti Frutti : "I have a 
poodle whom I would make tutor to my son if I had 
one. I sometimes use him towards my own education. 
Will not the following trait of his character amuse 
you? He conceived a strange fondness an absolute 
passion for a young kitten, which he carried about in 
his mouth for hours when he went out to walk; and 
whenever he came to a resting place, he set her down 
with the greatest care and tenderness, and began to 
play with her. When he was fed, she always took the 
nicest pieces away from him, without his ever making 
the slightest opposition. The kitten died and was 
buried in the garden. My poor poodle showed the 
deepest grief, would not touch food, and howled 
mournfully the whole night long. What was my aston- 
ishment, when, the next morning, he appeared carrying 
the kitten in his mouth ! He had scratched her out of 
the ground, and it was only by force that we could take 
her from him." 

Our Fellow Creatures, May, 1900, has the following 
true, pathetic story of the dog and cat belonging to the 



1 62 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

author of this book, Bernie and Kitty, entitled " A Re- 
markable Friendship." 

Bernie, our St. Bernard dog, was brought to us 
when a puppy seven weeks old a fluffy, yellow ball, 
full of fun and frolic. She was always petted and 
loved, and never turned out of doors nights, sleeping 
on blankets by the side of my bed, chasing leaves and her 
shadow in the valley back of our home, and seeing noth- 
ing but gayety in all the world. One of her favorite 
amusements was pulling at a strong piece of cloth of 
which I held one end. In winter she would bury her- 
self in the snow, delighting in scattering the flying 
flakes. So fond was she of her human associates that 
she would cry like a child when left alone. 

In time Bernie learned what the words " to guard 
the house " meant. She would then lie on a rug before 
the front door and in our absence allow no one to enter. 
She was perfectly docile and obedient, her great brown 
eyes, human in expression, seeming to ask what would 
please us most. She always walked by my side night or 
day, keeping a watchful eye on strangers, as though 
anxious to protect me from any harm. 

One summer day being asked by our neighbor, Mrs. 
Spelman, to drive through her son's extensive grounds, 
Bernie scented my footsteps and was soon on their 
piazza. When the carriage came up, she at once jumped 
on the back seat, sitting upright on the handsome 
cushions. The kind-hearted hostess, knowing my fond- 
ness for this dog, allowed her to ride, and she evi- 
dently enjoyed the elegant horses as much as I. 

Bernie was the pet of the neighborhood. Every 
child knew and loved this great creature who 




KITTIE AND BERNIE. 
Both owned by the author. A remarkable friendship 



Affection of Animals for Each Other 163 

weighed over one hundred and seventy-five pounds. 
She only ate once a day, and would give her cookies and 
meat to any stray dog who happened to come to our 
house hungry. 

When Bernie was about five years old, two beautiful 
maltese kittens were given to me. They had never 
been handled and were so wild I feared they could 
never be tamed. After a month one became ill and 
died. While its mate was ill the other kitten went, as 
if for sympathy, to the St. Bernard, crawled between 
her paws and kissed the big feet, as though seeking 
protection and love. Bernie responded to this appeal, 
and night after night " mothered " the lonely orphan, 
who seemed comforted and happy only when close be- 
side the dog. 

For a year these two walked, played and slept to- 
gether in fact were inseparable. In the fall of 1898 
Bernie was taken ill of Bright's disease. When carried 
out of doors to lie on blankets in the sun, Kitty crept 
down beside the dog and never left her until she 
breathed her last. 

When Bernie died Kitty seemed desolate. We 
petted the cat, now grown especally dear because the 
friend of Bernie, but love and care could not save the 
pretty maltese. He died in early spring and was buried 
in a box in our lawn, at Bernie's feet. Flowers have 
always been kept on their graves, and now at Christ- 
mas, a year after their death, a beautiful holly wreath 
is placed above them. They loved us, as well as each 
other, devotedly, and why should we forget them ? 

A New York paper has the following story of a dog 
feeding rats: 



164 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

" Patrick McNally, an assistant foreman in the De- 
partment of Water Supply, which has an office in the 
Harlem Court Building, at I2ist street and Sylvan 
place, has a fox terrier, which he has always believed to 
be the greatest ' ratter ' alive, but which he now thinks 
is a very queer beast. 

" Maurice Powers, of No. 2,396 First avenue, a 
clerk in the Department of Highways, which also has 
an office in that building, is used to taking his luncheon 
to the office and leaving it in a drawer till he gets time 
to eat it. For two or three days he has missed the 
luncheon. He did not know what to make of the 
matter except that some of the other men might be play- 
ing a joke on him. 

"It was about noon yesterday that Powers saw the 
terrier Nelly run into his office when he was in another 
room. She did not see him and he watched her as she 
ran to the drawer in which his midday meal was. The 
drawer was open and Nelly sniffed till she smelled the 
food. Then she seized the paper bundle in her mouth 
and ran out. Powers followed her. The dog hurried 
to the stable in which the two departments have a horse 
and he saw the dog stop there and open the paper with 
her paws. She then carried the food to s hole in the 
stall and dropped the food piece by piece through the 
hole. 

" Powers summoned several other clerks, and they 
went in. The dog anxiously watched them as they 
lifted up a board in which the hole was and thus dis- 
closed a family of seven little rats. They were eating 
away at Powers' lunch, which was probably the third 
or fourth meal they had had, 



Affection of Animals for Each Other 165 

" There was no telling why the dog took the food to 
the rats. McNaliy said he thought it might be be- 
cause the dog had killed the mother and was sorry." 

It is probable that the men killed the rats, useful 
though they are to destroy vermin and filth. Whenever 
we catch a rat in our large trap, I take him to the woods 
and let him out, giving him a chance for his life. I 
never allow my dog to touch him. The people of India, 
with their reverence for life which a higher power has 
created, will put us to shame for our desire to kill 
things. They say, with something of truth in the 
statement, that only Christians are murderers. We kill 
snakes, without even once asking whether they are not 
only harmless, but exceedingly useful in destroying 
noxious bugs and insects. We kill for " sport," and 
thereby lose tenderness of heart and nobility of char- 
acter. 

The New York World, July 5, 1900, tells the follow- 
ing story: 

" In a large iron cage, built on a plot of ground in the 
Cincinnati Zoological Garden, are a magnificent Great 
Dane dog and a curious little animal from India known 
as a fish otter. In their secluded situation they de- 
veloped a warm friendship for one another. The little 
otter taking its nap between the paws of the great 
canine or eating from the same plate was a sight 
familiar to visitors at the garden. A New York man 
who admired the dog offered a price so satisfactory 
that Superintendent Sol Stephen accepted it, and to- 
day the purchaser appeared to claim his animal. 

" When the dog was taken out, the little otter hurled 
itself against the cage time and again, uttering strange 



1 66 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

cries. The dog also objected to its new owner and 
threatened to attack him. The Great Dane then went 
back to the cage and licked the face of his little partner. 
Superintendent Stephen and purchaser agreed to call 
the sale off after seeing the strange demonstration of 
animal affection, and the dog and the otter are re- 
united." 

Florence Blanchard in the New York World, tells a 
most interesting story of Dombey, a pig, and Nero, a 
Newfoundland dog. The pig, because black, seemed 
to be disowned by its mother, and was taken into the 
farmer's home and reared on a bottle. He became a 
great pet of the family and of the dog, romping over 
lawn and veranda. In one of their frolics on the 
veranda, the dog ran against his playmate, knocked 
him off and killed him. Nero was disconsolate. He 
watched beside the little body until it was buried, and 
then guarded the grave. He never remained on the 
porch afterwards, and a year after the little pig was 
killed, he was still spending hours at the grave. 



CHAPTER IX 
Faithfulness of Dogs 

AN Exchange for April, 1898, has the following 
story of Jack, faithful to his little mis- 
tress : 

' P'ease, mister, me and Jack is lost/ piped a small 
voice to Desk Sergeant McMahon, of Desplaines street 
station, Chicago, the other night. The policeman 
dropped his pen and peered through the railing in the 
direction of the speaker. Standing in the center of 
the office was a wee bit of a girl, and her little fingers 
were tightly gripped in the tawny coat of a fierce look- 
ing dog. Both were covered with mud, and, wet and 
bedraggled, they made a sorry picture. Sergeant Mc- 
Mahon approached the girl to question her, but the dog 
showed his teeth and growled. The policemen backed 
away and the little girl smiled on him sweetly. 

" ' Jack's a dood doggie,' she declared. ' He won't 
bite you, 'cause me'll hold him.' 

" But the sergeant remained at a safe distance and 
prosecuted his investigation. The child could not tell 
her own name, but was quite sure that every one must 
know ' Jack.' She was turned over to Matron O'Brien 
and to her she related that with the dog she had left 
her home early in the morning and wandered about 
until the streets were all so strange that she could not 
find her way back. 



1 68 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

" Matron O'Brien thought that identification might 
be facilitated by removing some of the dust and tear 
stains from the little one's face, and with this end in 
view she secured a big sponge and a piece of soap. 
But ' Jack ' was to be consulted. He mounted guard 
at the side of his companion, and by a liberal display 
of very fine teeth discouraged the cleaning up process 
so that it was abandoned. All that could be learned 
of the girl was that she was four years of age and that 
her mamma was a pretty woman. At ten o'clock the 
mother of the wanderer called at the station and found 
' Jack ' curled up on the floor, his shaggy side doing 
service as a pillow for his baby companion, who was 
sound asleep." 

The New York World of December, 1896, tells this 
story of Bruno, and his small master : Bernard Tismar 
went out to play in the snow with his big Newfound- 
land dog to keep him company. The mother said to 
the dog, " Don't let anybody touch Barney," and the 
dog understood it. Three hours later the child was 
found at i/2nd street and Third avenue, more than 
two miles from home. Barney could not tell where he 
lived, but he said " I'm losted." A policeman tried to 
pick up the boy and carry him to the station, but this 
Bruno would not allow. Then the man took hold of 
the child's hand to lead him, but the dog showed his 
teeth and growled. So the officer walked in front and 
child and dog followed. When they reached the sta- 
tion Barney began to cry, and the dog jumped about, 
wagged his tail and licked the little tear-stained face. 
Finally the dog became friendly enough to allow the 
number of the license attached to his collar to be read, 



Faithfulness of Dogs 169 

and then the owner was found, and the child taken 
home. Bruno was as delighted as the child. 

The Cleveland Leader, May 13, 1899, tells the oft 
repeated story of a dog's devotion to an unworthy 
owner : 

" When Harry Hart was arraigned in Police Court 
Friday morning on the charge of intoxication, he had 
an old and tried friend with him. It was a little, for- 
lorn looking pug dog, covered with dirt and mud, and 
with a piece of rope, which was attached to his neck, 
trailing far behind him. He followed close to his 
master's heels, and lay down beneath the bench his 
master was told to sit upon. When Hart was ar- 
raigned the dog also stood up, and when his master 
was sentenced to pay a dollar and costs he followed him 
back to his cell his head down and the curl out of his 
tail, evidently feeling the disgrace more than the man. 
The dog, when Hart was arrested, followed him to the 
police station, and was locked up in the same cell, re- 
fusing to leave his master's side." 

The Morning Oregonion tells this story of an old 
man who was intoxicated, and not being able to reach 
his home lay down in front of a saloon, his Newfound- 
land dog keeping guard over him, and allowing no one 
to touch him. Many plans were made to circumvent 
the animal but none succeeded. " Finally an express 
wagon was brought alongside the sidewalk and the 
dog attacked the wagon. At length a man from the 
vantage ground of the wagon managed to catch the 
animal's fore paw in the noose of a rope and hoisted 
him off his feet. The poor brute was hurt by the rope 
and howled pitifully but could not get away and while 



170 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

he was fast his master was carried across the street and 
carted off. It was then desired to let the dog go, but 
no one would take the noose off his foot. The man 
who had caught him absolutely refused to ' tie him 
loose,' and no one in the crowd which had gathered 
dared to undertake the job. 

" At length a woman who had witnessed the affair 
from her window came across the street and, speaking 
kindly to the dog at once won his confidence and loosed 
the noose from his foot. The poor brute commenced 
searching for his master, and the anxiety he evinced to 
find him was touching. He ran around in every direc- 
tion, smelling for the old man's tracks, and when he 
could not find them he started back to the saloon 
whence the drink had been taken." 

A man on East I2oth street, New York, was arrested 
for disorderly conduct in February, 1900, but the 
policeman had his clothes badly torn by the prisoner's 
dog, a bull terrier. The dog refused to leave his master 
and spent the night in the cell with him. He trotted 
under the patrol wagon which took his master to court. 
The man was unable to pay his fine, and the dog fol- 
lowed him to the cell again and refused to leave it. 

A policeman on Washington street, Boston, told me 
a similar instance in the summer of 1899. He arrested 
a man for drunkenness who had a dog with him, much 
finer looking than the culprit. The dog refused to be 
separated from his owner, and was locked up with him. 

The New York World, April 18, 1900, says: 

" Policeman Tooman, of Jersey City, early yester- 
day morning found Frank Schultz, a canal-boat cap- 
tain, lying helplessly intoxicated in Grand street. A 



Faithfulness of Dogs 171 

dog was by his side, and when the policeman tried to 
arouse the man the dog snarled and snapped. 

" The policeman finally drove the dog back and got 
its master on his feet. All the way to the police sta- 
tion the dog kept up a pathetic howl as if pleading for 
the release of Schultz. Into the station the dog fol- 
lowed the policeman and prisoner, and at Schultz's 
earnest request spent the night with him in the cell. 

" Schultz carried the faithful dog into court, and 
when a fine of $5 was paid the dog seemed to under- 
stand that its master was free and wagged its tail and 
cavorted around as if for joy." 

When Thomas Donahue of Cleveland was arrested, 
his pet collie howled so dismally about the station that 
it was allowed to enter its master's cell. In the morn- 
ing when the man was called for drunkenness, the dog 
barked and stood up on its hind legs, as though plead- 
ing with the judge. The latter thought the culprit 
could not be a very bad man if his dog thus loved him, 
and discharged him. The dog thanked the judge by 
loud barking. 

" A thief in Paris, being chased by the police, threw 
away, during his flight, the purse he had stolen, and 
was in a fair way, after being taken to the police sta- 
tion, of being allowed to go free for lack of evidence 
to hold him, when his faithful dog, which he had 
trained to fetch and carry, trotted into the station, 
wagging its tail, with the missing purse in its mouth." 

" Mrs. Anna Ebker, aged twenty-six years, of Day- 
ton, Ohio, committed suicide, April 29, 1900, by hang- 
ing herself with a clothes line in a barn. The young 
woman's faithful dog made the discovery and would 



172 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

not leave her body, but marched her brother and a 
neighbor to the scene, although too late. Miss Ebker 
was probably mentally deranged." 

" Shortly after dark on December 21," says the Cin- 
cinnati Enquirer, " the body of John Butt was found 
a few miles south of Georgetown, Ohio, he having shot 
himself while out hunting during the day. Young 
Butt had left his home that morning accompanied only 
by his dog. The family thought nothing of his absence 
until a few hours after dark, when the dog returned 
home and began howling pitifully about his home, at- 
tracting their attention. A lantern was procured and 
the father and a son set out following the dog, which 
ran on ahead, looking back every few feet and barking 
for them to follow. He led them straight to where the 
body was found, cold in death. The gun had been 
accidentally discharged while loading it, the load tak- 
ing effect in the stomach, nearly disemboweling him. 
He had been dead several hours." 

Two lost boys were observed by a New York police- 
man sitting in front of the Fifth street station crying, 
and hugging a much bedraggled small dog, who barked 
furiously and would not let the officer come very near. 
The matron at headquarters finally put the children to 
sleep and the faithful dog kept guard. It was 
learned that these five-year-olds had wandered from 
East Fifty-sixth street to Fifth street and did not know 
the way home. 

On June 24, 1900, Major, a policeman's dog, found 
a sleeping child under the board walks at Coney Island, 
at half past one at night. The little girl had taken a 
ride to the seashore, with ten cents in her pocket, and 



Faithfulness of Dogs 173 

the money not holding out, and being ashamed to beg, 
supperless and alone, she crawled under the boards for 
the night. The dog saved her. 

A Great Dane protected a drinking woman on the 
streets of New York, so that the police did not like to 
attempt her arrest. One night she was alone. " Where 
is your dog? " asked the officer. " He's at home sick,"' 
said the woman sorrowfully. They used the oppor- 
tunity, took her to the police court, and she was sent 
to the workhouse for three months. Probably the dog, 
if he lived, was the only one who mourned her absence, 
and longed for her return. 

The Chicago Tribune tells this story of Fido's 
loyalty to a boy of twelve : " Partly on account of the 
affection of the dog Fido for his master, twelve-year- 
old Otto Fidley, Justice Martin dismissed the charge 
of larceny against the boy. Otto ran away from his 
home taking the dog with him. The pair had a hard 
time keeping alive, but they stuck together through all 
their trials. The boy was arrested for stealing news- 
papers.. The dog followed him to the Central police sta- 
tion and later to the Harrison street, whining around 
until the policeman finally allowed him to go into the 
cell with Otto. When the case was called before the 
Justice the lad's mother promised to take him home if 
the case was dismissed." 

The story of Leslie Livermore and his dog Kaiser, 
first told by the Hoboken Observer and later by the 
New York Times, January 5, 1900, has touched many 
hearts : 

" Recorder Stanton of Hoboken, New Jersey, yes- 
terday passed a sentence of sixty days in jail upon 



174 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

a mongrel dog. This sentence was accompanied by one 
of similar length upon the dog's master. The latter 
was Leslie Livermore, fifty-two years of age and 
older in appearance than in years, gaunt from hunger, 
and clad in rags. 

" There was nothing handsome about the dog. His 
tail was only a stump, his ribs had no flesh on them, 
and he was a generally run down animal, a fit match 
in appearance for his master. In breed he appeared to 
belong to the class usually dubbed ' yellow ' without 
regard to color. He bore the name Kaiser. 

" Man and dog appeared in the office of the Over- 
seer of the Poor, Mr. Barck in Hoboken, Wednesday 
night. The man said they had been driven by the 
cold from their only shelter, an old canal boat in the 
Fifteenth street basin and had called to seek admission 
to the almshouse. 

' I guess I can accommodate you',' remarked the 
man, ' but I can do nothing for Kaiser. There is no 
county institution for the care of vagrant dogs, so you 
will have to bid him good-by.' 

" Livermore straightened up and for a moment pre- 
sented a brave front as he said : ' Then he and I will 
go and die on the streets together. I owe Kaiser my 
life, and sooner than part with him I'm willing to lose 
it.' 

' The man began to sob, and dropping on one knee 
he stroked the dog's head saying : ' No, Kaiser, they 
can't separate us. We have no one but each other, 
and we'll die together if we can't do any better." 

' Then he told his story. ' I had a canal boat once,' 
he said, ' but it sank one night, and but for Kaiser I 



Faithfulness of Dogs 175 

would not be here to tell it. I was sleeping soundly 
in my bunk when I felt something pulling the bed 
clothes from me, and a short time later Kaiser poked 
his snout against my face, howling from time to time in 
the most dismal way imaginable. I was just begin- 
ning to rub the sleep from my eyes when I heard a 
strange gurgle, and all at once the water came pouring 
in down the hatchway. I had barely time to save my- 
self and I would have been lost but for Kaiser. At 
that time I vowed to keep him as long as I lived, and 
while life remains he and I will weather the storm 
together.' 

" Mr. Barck gave the pair shelter and food for the 
night and yesterday took them before Recorder Stan- 
ton. Livermore told his story again and the Recorder 
passed sentence upon the pair as vagrants, and they 
went to jail happy because they were together." 

" Mr. Livermore certainly appears to have a humane 
feeling for his faithful dog, Kaiser," Mr. E. R. Stanton 
wrote me in reply to a letter about the two friends. 
" Because of that fact I had arrangements made with 
the jail, to give shelter to the dog, when I committed 
Livermore to that institution to provide him with a 
home in cold weather." 

When Livermore reached the jail and sat down on a 
cot in his cell, he said to his dumb companion : " Well, 
Kaiser, it's warm here, anyway, and we'll get some- 
thing to eat, too." Kaiser made many friends in the 
Hudson County (N. J.) jail, where he and his master 
were allowed the use of the corridor. Several persons 
sent money to the man and his dog, interested espe- 
cially because of his kindness to Kaiser. One lady from 



176 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

Detroit sent $5, another person $5, and others smaller 
sums, till $17 or more had been received. When asked 
if he would like to go to the National Home for Dis- 
abled Soldiers at Washington he replied, " I'll go if I 
can keep Kaiser.'' 

The necessary papers were prepared and permission 
given to Livermore to enter the Home, as he had 
served his country in the Civil War. A dog would 
have been a comfort to many of the old soldiers, but 
the animal could not be received. With commendable 
spirit, and faithfulness to the dog that saved him the 
old soldier refused the proffered home. " What ! Live 
in comfort and let the dog shift for himself ! No, I'll 
keep the dog, and will take to the fields for it, and fight 
it out as we have done before. I will go out into the 
woods and get something to eat there before I will 
give up the dog." 

" Very well," Mr. Barck replied, " if you want to 
give up your future comfort for a mongrel like that 
you can do it; but it's what not more than one man in 
a thousand would do for a human being." 

" Well," said Livermore. " where is the human being 
who would stick to me like Kaiser did? I wouldn't 
shiver and starve for the companionship of a miserable 
old man like I am as he has done," and then, to the dog, 
" No, Kaiser; I'm sorry you saved my life, but you did 
save it, and I won't give you up now." 

Such a love for an animal, and gratitude to a dumb 
creature, awakened a kind interest in several hearts. 
There must be some nobility in a man who could not 
forget a kindness done him. After further appeals 
made to Washington, Kaiser gained a permit to 



Faithfulness of Dogs 1 77 

enter the Home with his master. Fortunately a bet- 
ter way was provided for him and Livermore. On May 
3, says the New York Times, Leslie J. Livermore 
walked into the office of Henry Barck, Poormaster of 
Hoboken, and exhibiting some bank notes, said, " My 
dog Kaiser has once more saved my life. I am now 
a comparatively wealthy man and I owe it all to my dog 
and the kind friends who interested themselves in me 
for the sake of my faithful animal. Miss E. M. Ewen, 
who lives at King's Bridge, read in the New York 
Times that I refused to part with my dog in order to 
gain admission to the Soldiers' Home. She bought 
me a horse and wagon and stocked it with vegetables 
and fruit, and I am now doing an excellent business in 
Westchester county. All the people up there have 
read about Kaiser and are anxious to do what they can 
to help me. I have a good home and am making 
money." 

Livermore remained at the country home of Miss 
Ewen until November, when he went south. She 
writes me : " I never saw such a wonderful attach- 
ment as that of the dog for his master. It was simply 
agony to be separated from him even for a short time." 

Rev. Charles Josiah Adams of Rossville, New York 
city, tells this story of faithfulness : 

" A farmer missed his dog. Some days went by. 
The dog was given up for lost. The farmer one day 
wanted a particular coat. He could not find it about 
the house. When, as he admitted, he had made a fool 
of himself by declaring that he had never seen such a 
house, nor met so careless a woman as his wife, he re- 
membered that the last time he had worn the coat for 



178 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

which he was looking was when he was ploughing a 
back field. He went to that field and found, not only 
his coat, but also his dog, who was so weak and emaci- 
ated that he could hardly wag his tail. There must 
have been in that dog's mind for days a conflict between 
hunger and a sense of duty. And the sense of duty 
must have won." 

William Grey and his wife Mary, escaped as by a 
miracle from a burning building in Long Island City 
belonging to the Agricultural Chemical Company, by 
leaping forty feet from the window of their room. In 
front of the blazing building stood a huge bloodhound, 
kept there to guard the yard, who would allow none 
of the rescuers to come near. Unheeding the sparks 
that fell around him, he held the crowd at a distance. 
The night watchman finally muzzled him and dragged 
him away from his post, where he would have died 
defending the property. 

Miss Annie Granger, Librarian of the South Side 
Public Library, Cleveland, sends me this true story: 

" A water spaniel came and scratched on the 
door of my sister's home several years ago. She 
opened the door thinking it was her own dog, when 
in walked a little brown stranger, wagging his tail 
in answer to her ' How do you do, doggie ? ' 

" He was given a saucer of milk and some breakfast, 
and patted and spoken to kindly, and after a while it 
became apparent that he intended to take up his abode 
there. But my sister's husband vetoed the dog's plans, 
thinking three dogs would prove one too many to have 
around, yet permitted the dog to stay until some one 
came to claim him or he could be taken away. Mean- 



Faithfulness of Dogs 179 

time the little fellow seemed to make no trouble and 
was thoroughly contented in his adopted home. 

" Eventually he was given to a man living in Glen- 
ville, a distance of at least fifteen miles, but he found 
his way back to the South side to his adopted home. 
Then he was given to a man in Warrensville only to 
come back a second time. But the family to which he 
was so much attached had moved, and his master learn- 
ing of his return to the old home came after him and 
took him to the new home. Some way the dog did 
not like the new location and went back to the original 
home for the third time. Thus it came about that 
they decided to send him to a sister in Chicago. He 
was sent by express, and seemed glad to find a friend 
at the end of his journey, for he recognized this sister 
and remembered her when she had visited in Cleveland. 
He soon proved to be a dog of rare instincts, seeming 
always to know what people's intentions were, as he 
would allow certain persons to enter the house and not 
others, and did not make friends with everyone. He 
was gentle with the little girl and went everywhere 
with the family. 

" One day a man came to the door and asked for 
food. Although Prince growled, sister gave the man 
something to eat. In some way the stranger learned 
she was alone in the house, whereupon he demanded 
that she give him money, and Prince seeing his threat- 
ening attitude sprang at him and bit him very severely. 
The tramp shook the dog off and backed out of the 
house kicking, trying to keep Prince off. Poor Prince ! 
his faithfulness cost him his life, for he was found 
poisoned a few days later, and though he took every 



180 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

remedy offered to help his sufferings, he never recov- 
ered." 

Sagacity of Animals has this pathetic story of a 
faithful dog: "A French merchant having some 
money due, set out on horseback, accompanied by his 
dog to receive it. Having settled the business, he tied 
the bag of money before him, and began to return 
home. His faithful dog, as if he entered into his 
master's feelings, frisked round the horse, barked, and 
jumped, and seemed to share in his joy. The mer- 
chant, after riding some miles, alighted to repose him- 
self under a pleasant shade, and taking the bag of 
money in his hand, laid it down by his side under a 
hedge, and on remounting, forgot it. The dog per- 
ceived this and ran to fetch the bag; but it was too 
heavy for him to drag along. 

" He then ran to his master, and by crying, barking 
and howling, seemed to remind him of his mistake. 
The merchant understood not his language, but the 
faithful creature persevered in its efforts, and after try- 
ing to stop the horse in vain, at last began to bite his 
heels. The merchant thought that the dog had gone 
mad. Full of this suspicion, in crossing a brook he 
turned back to look if the dog would drink. The 
animal was too intent on his master's business to think 
of itself; it continued to bark and bite with greater 
violence than before. 

' Mercy ! ' cried the afflicted merchant, ' it must be 
so ; my poor dog is certainly mad ; what must I do ? I 
must kill him, lest some greater misfortune befall me ! ' 
With these words he drew a pistol from his pocket. 
and with a trembling hand took aim at his faithful 



Faithfulness of Dogs 1 8 1 

servant. He turned away as he fired, but his aim was 
too sure. The poor animal fell wounded, weltering in 
his blood, still endeavoring to crawl towards his mas- 
ter. 

" The merchant could not bear the sight ; he spurred 
on his horse with a heart full of sorrow. Still, how- 
ever, the money never entered his mind; he only 
thought of his poor dog, and tried to console himself 
with thinking that he had prevented a great evil by 
dispatching a mad animal. ' I am most unfortunate,' 
said he to himself ; ' I had almost rather have lost my 
money than my dog.' Saying this, he stretched out 
his hand to grasp his treasure. It was missing ; no bag 
was to be found. In an instant he opened his eyes 
to his rashness and folly. Instantly he turned his horse 
and went off at full gallop to the place where he had 
stopped. He saw the spot where the sad deed was 
done; he saw traces of blood as he proceeded; but in 
vain did he look for his dog; the poor creature was 
not to be seen on the road. 

" At last he arrived at the place where he had 
alighted. But what were his feelings ! His heart was 
ready to bleed; he cursed himself in the madness of 
despair. The poor dog had crawled, all bloody as he 
was, to the forgotten bag, and in the agonies of death, 
he lay watching beside it. When he saw his master, 
he still testified his joy by the wagging of his tail. 
He could do no more; he tried to rise but his strength 
was gone. He stretched out his tongue to lick the 
hand that was now fondling him in the agonies of 
regret. He then cast a look of kindness on his master 
and closed his eyes in death." 



1 82 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

Mrs. Lee in her Anecdotes of Animals tells of a 
terrier who was in the habit of going with his master 
to church, and remaining so quiet that few knew that 
he was present. He once went to a funeral and at 
the grave mingled with the people, so that he did not 
observe the departure of his master, the clergyman. 
An hour later the sexton appeared at the house of the 
clergyman, and said he could not close the grave, as 
the terrier fought so fiercely when the dirt was thrown 
in, that it was impossible to go on. One of the servants 
hastened to the grave and saw the dog in a perfect 
frenzy, defending it. She refused to leave it, so by 
force he took her away and carried her home. The 
moment she saw her master, she was overwhelmed 
with joy. It is probable that not seeing him go away, 
she thought he was in the grave, and she was prevent- 
ing him from being covered up. 

Mrs. Lee quotes this story from Mr. Bell : " My 
friend was traveling on the continent, and his faithful 
dog was his companion. One day before he left his 
lodgings in the morning, with the expectation of being 
absent till the evening, he took out his purse in his 
room, for the purpose of ascertaining whether he had 
taken sufficient money for the day's occupation, and 
then went his way leaving the dog behind. Having 
dined at a coffee-house, he took out his purse, and 
missing a louis d'or, searched for it diligently, but to 
no purpose. Returning home late in the evening, his 
servant let him in with a face of sorrow, and told him 
that the poor dog was very ill, as she had not eaten 
anything all day, and what appeared very strange, she 
would not suffer him to take her food away from be- 



Faithfulness of Dogs 183 

fore her, but had been lying with her nose close to the 
vessel, without attempting to touch it. On my friend 
entering the room, she instantly jumped upon him, 
then laid a louis d'or at his feet, and immediately 
began to devour her food with great voracity. The 
truth was now apparent; my friend had dropped the 
money in the morning, when leaving the room, and the 
faithful creature finding it, had held it in her mouth 
until his return enabled her to restore it to his own 
hands; even refusing to eat for a whole day, lest it 
should be out of her custody." 

" When Jerome Wendfeldt and family reached their 
farm in Pulaski county, Indiana, to which they had 
moved from Jasper county, they found their seven- 
months-old baby missing. The little one had been 
placed in charge of the eldest daughter, who had, in 
turn given it to one of her brothers to hold, who had 
placed it under a tree in a basket. 

" The frightened parents started back after the child, 
and, just at sunset met a big Newfoundland dog carry- 
ing a basket, which he set down at the feet of the 
anxious mother. He lifted the cradle quilt with his 
paw and disclosed to the eyes of the delighted mother 
her infant. Then the poor dog sank down dead from 
exhaustion." He had saved the child, but at the ex- 
pense of his own life. 



CHAPTER X 
Dogs' Love of Home 

THE Elmira (N.Y.) Advertiser gives this ac- 
count of a homesick pointer : 

" The latest native of Elmira to return 
from the ' sunny South ' is a valuable pointer that 
came on foot all the way from South Carolina to his 
home in this city because he was homesick. The dog 
was the property of John H. Sullivan, a law student. 
A family named Bunn, living near the Sullivans, on 
Kenyon street, who had been friends of the Sullivan 
family, signified their intention of moving to South 
Carolina to live. A large dog, which was owned by 
the Sullivans, spent much of his time between the two 
houses, sometimes staying for days at a time with one 
of the families and then leaving for the other house 
suddenly without apparent reason for his departure. 

" When the Bunns moved to South Carolina they 
asked the Sullivan family to give up their interest in 
the dog, so that they could take him with them. This 
was agreed to, and the last that was seen of the dog 
in Elmira was when the train pulled out of the station 
with the dog securely tied in the baggage car. 

' Three months later the Sullivan family heard a 
strange noise at the door. They opened it and were as- 
tonished to see the dog which they had given to the 
Bunn family several months ago and which they sup- 

184 




i. QUEEN A., FAWN-COLORED GREYHOUND, prize winner, owned by 
Mr. O. R. Cannon, Shawnee, Oklahoma. 2. CHAMPION IRISH 
SETTER, LORD LISMORE, winner of seventeen first prizes, owned 
by Mr. J. S. Wall, Auburn Park, 111., and said to be worth $20,000. 



Dogs' Love of Home 185 

posed was miles away. The joy of the animal to find 
himself among his friends again knew no bounds. 

" He was so weak from hunger and exhaustion from 
the long journey that it was at first thought he would 
not live. The animal's feet were so blistered and 
swollen that after he had been home an hour or two 
he could not walk. What route the animal took or 
how long he had been on the way is not known." 

The New York World, March 6, 1898, gives this 
account of a dog who found his way back from Chi- 
cago, to New York state : " Hugo Fenske, of Silver 
Creek, Chautauqua county, started for the Klondike 
two weeks ago. He took a pack of dogs to be used in 
hauling the supplies. At Chicago one of the dogs was 
lost, and, although diligent search was made for him, 
he could not be found. 

" The other day Mrs. Fenske was at work in the 
house of some friends in Forestville, where she is mak- 
ing her home during her husband's absence. She 
heard a scratching at the door, opened it, and in 
bounded the missing dog." 

Many of the poor dogs have died in this eager rush 
for gold, as have their masters. Forced away from 
their homes, their grief has been as great as though 
they were human beings. The San Francisco Chroni- 
cle tells of a dog who having been sold by his owner, 
refused to walk the plank into the vessel. He -was 
finally induced to go by his master, but just as the 
steamer was about to start, the handsome Newfound- 
land leaped from the deck into the bay and swam to the 
shore. The man who had bought him clamored for the 
dog, and dripping with water, he was taken back to the 



1 86 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

vessel, much against his will. When tied securely, he 
whined piteously, as though heart-broken to leave his 
home and former owner. It was a sad sight to the 
spectators, who wondered how a man could be induced, 
even by dire necessity, to part with such a devoted 
creature. 

Rover, a Newfoundland dog owned by Thomas 
McCarthy, in Harlem, very intelligent and an excel- 
lent guard, disappeared and was mourned by the fam- 
ily as dead. One evening, after two years, Rover re- 
turned, to the surprise and delight of all. The only 
clue to his place of abode during his absence, was the 
name on his collar, E. N. Ward, Easton, Pa. 

A clerk in the War Department, tells in the Cleve- 
land Press, February 4, 1898, this story of a toad, and 
similar incidents might be given of perhaps all domes- 
tic animals: 

" One of the best-known residents of Herndon, Va., 
had and has a pet toad which he has kept about his 
place for several years. The toad follows him about 
his farm, and although toads generally do their trav- 
eling at night time, this toad is active at nearly all 
hours of the day as well. 

" Some time since he decided to give the toad to a 
friend who resides in Washington. The toad was care- 
fully boxed up and taken in the cars. In less than two 
weeks afterward the toad surprised its former owner 
by appearing on the farm at Herndon, having traveled 
all the way back. To do this it had either to swim 
the Potomac or cross over the aqueduct or long bridge. 
If anyone doubts the story we can show him the toad. 



Dogs' Love of Home 187 

Its toenails were completely worn off by the long dis- 
tance traveled, over ten miles." 

Mr. Strachey, in Dog Stories quotes the following 
from H. C. N. in the Spectator : " My uncle, a 
well-known chairman of the Bench of Magistrates in a 
western county, had a tenant on his estates who occu- 
pied a farm not far from the River Severn. The 
farmer possessed a favorite dog who slept at the foot of 
his bed every night. When a brother emigrated to 
Canada, the farmer gave him the dog as a traveling 
companion. In the course of time the news arrived 
that the emigrant and his family, together with the 
dog, had safely reached their destination on a farm 
in the interior of Canada some days' journey from the 
port where they landed. At a later date the brother in 
Canada wrote to his family in England that the dog 
had disappeared. Sometime afterwards the dog came 
back to the farm of his old master, about three miles 
from Gloucester, and though at first it could hardly be 
believed that he was returned from Canada, yet he soon 
established his identity by taking his old place at the 
foot of his master's bed at night. Inquiries were made. 
and the dog's course was traced backwards to the 
River Severn, thence to Bristol, and thence to a port 
in Canada. It appeared that, after running from his 
home in Canada to the seaport, he selected there a 
vessel bound for Bristol, and shipped on board. After 
arriving at the Bristol basin, he found out a local 
vessel trading up and down the River Severn (locally 
called a 'trow '), and transferred himself to her deck. 
When he reached the neighborhood of Gloucester, the 



1 88 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

dog must have jumped into the Severn, and had 
reached the shore nearest to his old home. 1 knew the 
farm well and the farmer who occupied it." 

Mrs. Lee, in her Anecdotes of Animals, tells of a 
setter which belonged to her father, which was taken 
in a dogcart fifty miles to London. The carriage was 
so constructed that Flush, the dog, could not have seen 
any part of the road. When they reached London, 
the groom tied the dog in the yard of the inn, where 
the master was to spend the night. In the morning the 
rope was found severed and the dog gone. They felt 
sure from his value that he had been stolen. Late that 
evening Flush appeared at his own home, wet, dirty 
and hungry, with the rope hanging to his neck. He 
was tenderly cared for, and the joyful news of his safety 
was conveyed to his master by letter, as soon as pos- 
sible. 

The Detroit Journal has this incident from Calumet, 
Mich., December 30, 1898: " About a year ago a man 
was here and collected a carload of large dogs for the 
Klondike, taking them from here to Seattle, where they 
were sold to intending gold-seekers. 

" Among the dogs that were taken was one belong- 
ing to Jerry H. Murphy of Caledonia street. He was 
a large St. Bernard and a very intelligent animal. The 
last time the dog was heard of was in Seattle, and that 
was a year ago. 

' Yesterday the dog wandered into Mr. Murphy's 
back yard and proceeded to make himself right at 
home. Mr. Murphy did not recognize the dog at first, 
but when the latter showed that he knew his former 
master, Murphy found that it was his old St. Bernard. 



Dogs' Love of Home 189 

" How the animal managed to get back from Seattle 
is likely to remain a mystery." 

Our Dumb Animals gives this incident from Lex- 
ington, Ky., January 3, 1898: "John Flannery of 
Elliott county was here yesterday and savs that a 
dog,' weary and footsore, has just arrived at his house 
from Kansas. He says the dog was the property of a 
family named Graves, who lived on his farm, but re- 
cently moved to Kansas, carrying the dog with them. 
A letter from Mr. Graves shows that the dog had trav- 
eled about 700 miles. How he found his way and 
obtained food on the journey no one can tell." 

" Not long since Mrs. B ," says the Loursville 

Courier-Journal, " residing in one of the interior coun- 
ties of Missouri, left her home on a visit to some rela- 
tives living in Henry county, in this state, bringing 
with her a favorite dog. On arriving in this city she 
missed her pet, and search and inquiry failing to elicit 
aught concerning him, she was compelled to continue 
her journey without him. Fourteen days after the 
lady had left her home the family were surprised at 
the reappearance of ' Fido.' whom they thought ' bay- 
ing the moon ' in far off Kentucky. 

" Not less than 900 miles had been traveled by his 
dogship. and when it is remembered that he had been 
brought hither by rail, and could have had no trail 
to lead him back to his old quarters that the broad 
Ohio and the still broader Mississippi, not to mention 
hundreds of streams of smaller proportions, lay between 
him and his puppyhood's home, the journey was a 
remarkable one ; and as such must ever distinguish this 
' dumb brute ' as a remarkable dog." 



190 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

The New York Times, May, 1899, te ^ s tne story of 
a little dog of Orvis Abbott, a boy of eighteen, who went 
with his family in 1843 from Monroe, in Northwestern 
Ohio, overland, a distance of several hundred miles to 
the Kalamazoo region in Michigan. Orvis was 
drowned in the autumn, and his dog, Fido, deeply at- 
tached to his young master, after a time disappeared. 
Some weeks later he appeared at the old Abbott home 
in Ohio, more dead than alive from hunger and ex- 
posure. He was tenderly cared for, and lived there till 
he died. 

John Saal of St. Louis gave a Scotch terrier to a 
friend in Chicago. Six weeks later it was found at Mr. 
Saal's door, having made its way alone from Chicago 
to St. Louis. 

The New York Times, May 10, 1899, has the fol- 
lowing : 

" A man in Sydney, Cape Breton, had a big dog 
which, for certain reasons, he wished to find a new 
home for; so he gave him to the captain of a steamer 
that was going across to Liverpool. The dog was 
placed on board the ship at Sydney and safely taken 
away. About three months later he turned up again 
one morning at his old home, scratching at the door and 
barking with every evidence of delight to see his origi- 
nal master again. Exactly how he returned was not dis- 
covered for some time, and was the strange part of 
the story. The day after he got back he was trotting 
along the street beside his master when a seafaring man 
questioned : 

"'That your dog?' 

" ' Used to be/ said the old owner. ' Mystery to 



Dogs' Love of Home 1 9 1 

me how he got back here, though. I sent him to Liv- 
erpool.' 

" ' Liverpool? Why, he came from St. John's, New- 
foundland, on my schooner just arrived here a few 
days ago. He came on board at St. John's just before 
we left, and wouldn't be put on shore. When we got 
here he disappeared. Sure the vessel he left here on 
didn't go to St. John's instead of Liverpool? " 

' Positive. She arrived at Liverpool in regular 
time from here, more than two months ago.' 

" Some time afterward the steamer by which the 
dog had crossed the ocean again visited Sydney, and 
the captain said that immediately upon arrival at Liver- 
pool the dog had deserted, but his steward thought he 
had seen the animal a few days later on board a bark 
that was to sail for Newfoundland. The only inference 
is that the dog, being unable to find a vessel in Liver- 
pool direct back for Sydney, took the next best thing 
and shipped on the bark for St. John's, from which port 
he knew he could often get a chance to get to his old 
home. When the story was told in St. John's the 
further fact developed that the dog had come across 
on a bark, from which he deserted immediately upon 
arrival, and had hunted around the wharves until he 
found a schooner for Sydney. How did he do it ? " 

A writer in the New York Times, April 6, 1899, 
says: 

" I had a dog that was born and brought up at Long 
Branch. When three years of age a friend of mine 
who was visiting me took such a fancy to the animal 
that on the spur of the moment I gave the dog to him. 
We came by boat the next morning to New York, the 



192 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

dog accompanying us the first time he had ever left 
his home. My friend lived in Plainfield, N. J. He 
took the dog to his home there. 

" One night, about a week afterward, I was 
awakened by a low mournful yelp, followed by a 
scratching sound on my front porch. I arose from 
bed and went down, to the porch, where lo, and behold ! 
I found the poor beast nearly dead from fatigue and 
hunger, with a gunshot wound in his side. How he 
ever found his way from Plainfield to Long Branch 
I am unable to state. It certainly was instinct. The 
wound was probably the hospitable reception that some 
farmer gave him when the poor, hungry animal sought 
for food or shelter." 



CHAPTER XI 
Dogs Commit Suicide 

THE New York World tells of several instances 
where dogs have committed suicide, through 
grief, or persecution : "A new grave was 
decorated yesterday in New Durham, N. J., and it is 
safe to say that for many years Memorial Day will be 
symbolized in the family of Frank Hall, the coal man, 
by the strewing of flowers on the mound beneath which 
sleeps the headless body of Nero, the dog suicide. 

" All New Durham knows that Nero did commit 
suicide, for New Durham knows what a serious, sensi- 
tive dog Nero was, and how he could not brook the 
humiliation of a . beating. And not an engineer or 
trainman on the West Shore railroad to whom the 
sight of the magnificent Newfoundland racing beside a 
train or giving it a lordly greeting as it passed could 
be brought into the ranks of the disbelievers. 

" ' Why, that animal knew as much about a train as 
the best man alive,' said the trainmen. ' He was per- 
fectly familiar with them with the familiarity born of 
years' acquaintance.' 

" ' Suicide? ' said the engineer of the 4:15. ' Why, 
it was as plain a case of suicide as you ever heard of. 
I felt just as bad as if I had struck a man. It took 
all the nerve out of me. 

" ' There he lay across the track, his neck resting 



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on a rail. He had never done such a thing before. 
He had raced so often beside the tracks that he knew 
the fearful suction and power of a train. But that was 
not all. When I blew the whistle and whanged the 
bell in a desperate attempt to scare him off the track 
that dog just turned and looked at me. I saw him lick 
his lips, just as a man in such circumstances might have 
done, and in his eyes there was a look of sadness, 
coupled with determination, which was unmistakable. 
His tail never quivered as the engine approached. He 
was steeled for the death stroke. As I saw him going 
under the pilot I shut my eyes and groaned. I could 
not help it. It seemed as if I could feel the pilot 
wheels cutting off that shaggy head.' 

" All other evidence pointed the same way. The 
dog's conduct after Mr. Hall whipped him for tearing 
the dress of little May Hall in play ; the way he shunned 
the society of his little mistress and her companions; 
his silence and abstraction and loss of appetite, were all 
direct and irrefragible evidence of the deadly purpose 
that was forming in the canine mind. The cause was 
there, the effect, the conduct. Nero committed sui- 
cide." 

' Tip, a Scotch collie, the pride of Harrison, N. Y.," 
says the World, for January, 1899, " committed sui- 
cide. He had been the night watchman and fire alarm 
for the village for seven years, and was the only protec- 
tion against burglars. He had no regular home, but all 
the summer residents petted him. He would meet their 
carriages morning and evening and accompany them 
to and from the station. When the people returned 
to the city for the winter he became despondent, and 



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was not seen for several days. Then he appeared at 
the railroad station, and when the Boston express was 
heard approaching, lay down on the track. The engi- 
neer whistled, but the collie would not hear. His body 
was thrown high in the air." 

At the Dog Show in Mechanics' Hall, Boston, some 
years ago, there was one of the most beautiful collies 
I have ever seen. I shall never forget his brown eyes. 
sensitive face, and alert, responsive manner. He was 
valued at either ten or fifteen thousand dollars. I 
learned afterwards that not liking the keeper of his ken- 
nel, who had chided him, when he was let out to drink, 
he went into the pond or lake nearby, would not return, 
and deliberately drowned himself, by holding his head 
under water. 

Rex, a Gordon setter, says the World of May 30, 
1899, drowned himself at Fort Hamilton. He was 
three years old, and valued at $300. He had taken 
twelve prizes at shows. He was carried by his owner 
to his summer home at Fort Hamilton, and while there 
was kicked and his ears pulled by some boys who de- 
served imprisonment for such conduct. The dog, not 
used to such brutal treatment, bit one of them. The 
boy screamed and a private watchman kicked Rex on 
the head. He, too, was bitten in return for the kick. 
Then firing his revolver, and joining the cruel boys 
and others in pursuit, all rushed after the poor crea- 
ture. Trembling at the repeated insults, and half 
crazed with fright, Rex threw himself into the water, 
did not try to swim, and soon sank from sight. 

Many a dog is driven to suicide by an ignorant, 
noisy crowd that should be dispersed by the police. A 



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beautiful collie got mixed up with the crowd at the 
foot of Broadway, Williamsburg, in June, 1898, says 
the World. He was frightened at the noise, and ran 
from place to place, searching for his master. Then 
some cruel person cried " Mad dog," and men and 
women fled in every direction. " Some of the men 
kicked him. This excited the dog more and more. 
He started down Kent avenue at a mad gallop to get 
away from his torturers. Half a thousand of them fol- 
lowed screaming, ' Mad dog ! ' and throwing things at 
him. 

" Up Division avenue the poor collie turned, the 
crowd close behind. The open door of the power sta- 
tion of the trolley line seemed to afford shelter. The 
collie scampered up the stone steps and then turned to 
see if the crowd were still after him. It was close at 
hand, twice as numerous as when it started. 

" The dog walked into the power-house, stopping 
every second or two to listen to the music of the dyna- 
mos. Then he stopped in front of the big flywheel 
and watched it make its lightning revolutions. 

" The advance guard of the crowd burst through the 
door yelling ' Mad dog ! ' The collie made a flying 
leap into the whirling flywheel and in an instant was 
ground to death. 

" One of the workmen who had come up to pat the 
dog turned upon the crowd and said : 

' You fools, you drove a good dog to suicide/ ' 

Rev. Chas. Josiah Adams, the well known writer and 
lover of dogs, tells this sad story : 

" An engineer owned a dog to which he was very 
much attached. The dog had but one grave fault a 



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certain Bohemian impulse, which took him away from 
home at times in which self-given vacations he would 
generally spend three or four days. After such an 
absence his master first scolded him and then would 
have nothing to do with him, repulsing coldly all his 
advances. The dog seemed overwhelmed with despair, 
heart-broken. Though he was about it a great deal he 
was mortally afraid of machinery in motion. He made 
one last effort to propitiate his master. It failed. 
Then he rushed among some rapidly revolving wheels, 
and attained what he wanted death." 

The Youth's Companion gives a similar case: 

" Sir George Ouseley gives a remarkable instance of 
a similar sensitiveness displayed by a monkey. The 
animal was a pet of the captain and a favorite with 
the whole crew of the man-of-war which took Sir 
George out as ambassador to Persia, but like all his 
species, was full of mischief. 

" One morning the monkey lashed the ship's goat to 
the tackle of a gun, and milked her into a stiff-glazed 
marine hat. The captain, who caught him in the very 
act, gave orders that for a week no one should pet the 
monkey or in any way take the slightest notice of 
him. 

" The monkey went about wistfully seeking the at- 
tentions to which he had been accustomed, but none of 
his old friends had a word or look for him. His most 
coaxing and engaging airs failed to attract the least 
attention. 

" For two days he bore his punishment, but on the 
morning of the third, finding himself in disgrace, he 
sprang upon the bulwarks, and placing both hands over 



198 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

his head, gave one pitiful cry, and then leaped into the 
sea, and was seen no more. 

" Such exquisite sensitiveness on the part of dumb 
animals certainly constitutes a powerful claim on 
human sympathy, and entitles them to kind and con- 
siderate treatment at the hands of those to whom they 
offer their loyal affection." 

" Down Pell street," says a New York paper, " to- 
ward the Bowery came ten or twenty ragamuffins ar- 
rayed in all the fantastic garments that they usually put 
on to celebrate Thanksgiving Day, when with masks 
over their faces and tin horns in their mouths they blow 
lustily into the ears of the weary Italian fruit venders 
and demand some apples or a handful of chestnuts. 

" But the crowd that rushed down Pell street about 
four P. M. yesterday was particularly agitated. It was 
pursuing no Italian who had failed to accede to its 
demands. Just before the urchins ran a dog, a stag 
hound, with long shaggy gray hair and a noble head. 
His body "Vas emaciated and he limped painfully. 
Stones and broken tin horns were thrown at the dog; 
occasionally they hit him. Then the brute would turn, 
roll back his heavy lips, and show his teeth, growl in 
deep tones and snap at the nearest of his pursuers. 

' The boys would pause and some in the front rank 
would fall over those behind in order to get out of the 
way. When the dog resumed his way with head and 
tail down the boys shouted and missiles flew thicker 
than ever. When one struck the mark the same scene 
was repeated. 

" Just as the dog reached the middle of the Bowery a 
large stone struck him in the side. He howled dis- 



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mally and blood gathered at his nostrils. But he 
turned and growled as before, and the crowd made 
hasty retreat to the sidewalk. 

" The dog was standing between the rails of the 
cable track. A car was approaching rapidly. He 
ceased to growl and turned his great brown eyes from 
the crowd and regarded the car as it came on. There 
was almost human anguish in that look. He bowed 
his head and the car passed over him and crushed him." 
Where were the police, that they did not stop such a 
brutal crowd, and save a helpless dog ? 

Lucy, a high bred water spaniel sold by her owner, 
Mr. Morgan Miller of Butler, Ohio, to a man in Col- 
umbus, Ohio, traveled back to her home, 130 miles 
distant, and broken hearted because she had been sold, 
refused to eat, and hung herself on a sharp picket fence, 
in February, 1901. 

A family in Bartonsville, Vt, moved to Tacoma, 
Washington, and left their collie with friends. The 
dog become dejected, stretched himself across the track 
as he heard a train of cars approaching, and was killed, 
evidently by his own desire. 

" A sad suicide has recently occurred at Biarritz," 
says the Boston Herald. " The story would scarcely 
be believed had it not been witnessed by a number of 
people who were walking on the quay. It seems the 
puppies of a little terrier had been taken from her, 
and three times did the poor, despairing mother try to 
throw herself into the sea. Each time she was recov- 
ered, but it was evident that she intended to die, for, at 
length escaping from her rescuers, she threw herself for 
the fourth time into the water and held her head under 



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until she drowned. The spectators were deeply moved 
by the sight, and someone cried out that the poor crea- 
ture be given back one of the pups, but it was then too 
late. The mother was no more." 

" Such things do happen," says Geo. T. Angell, in 
Our Dumb Animals for August, 1898. " We have not 
only read of many well proved cases but once witnessed 
one where a dog deliberately committed suicide." 

In July, 1897, Matt Madison of Burlington, Iowa, 
was drowned. His dog Tip was with him, and refused 
to leave the spot. When the body was recovered the 
dog guarded it, and moaned and howled in the greatest 
distress. After the burial, the dog went to places fre- 
quented by his master, searching in vain for him. 
Finally, he ran up to a clubroom where Madison often 
went, hurried to the flat room above, where the sky- 
light was open for air, ran backwards and forwards 
along the roof, and then leaped to the brick paved street 
below. His back was broken, and people who had 
sadly watched his leap, put him out of misery. He 
and his master had been inseparable, and the parting 
had crazed him or broken his heart. 

The well-known author, Izora Chandler, tells a piti- 
ful story "The Goodby of Wiggins." The little 
brown and white water spaniel had been a pet until a 
rich cousin came to the home to spend a week, and 
brought his big St. Bernard. Unmeaningly, the little 
dog was neglected, though he tried in every way to 
keep the attention and affection of the family. Finally 
he went away, and the big dog tried to follow, but was 
forbidden. He did not return, and at last the family 
searched for him. And this is what they heard : 



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" A cyclist who was resting by the road at the edge 
of the wood saw a pretty brown spaniel come slowly 
down the road. It walked with difficulty, though it 
did not seem to be really lame. The silky ears trailed 
along in the dust. It went directly to the swift stream 
and swam until the current caught it, when it seemed 
to arouse and began a struggle with the waves. After 
a brisk fight the spaniel won, swam swiftly to shore, 
and started back up the road. 

" After going only a little way it stopped and stood 
still for a minute or two, as if in deep thought. Then 
it raised its head, gave one long, piercing howl, turned, 
ran swiftly back, swam to the middle of the stream, 
and before the cyclist could interfere, had yielded itself 
up to be carried by the swift water and hurled over the 
falls into the whirlpool below. 

" It was so strange a thing that the cyclist told it to 
the keeper of the little country tavern where he stopped 
to lunch. In this way it came to be known to Wig- 
gins' family. 

" They sat down and, with guilty faces, they talked 
about those last days. They remembered his going 
about to them all that morning. And they realized that 
he was saying a heartbroken goodby. 

" They remembered also what the St. Bernard did. 
And they knew that the big dog understood something 
of the pity of it; and that he, probably, would have 
explained in his dog language and have persuaded 
little Wiggins not to go. 

" And they were all very sorry for their thoughtless 
unkindness. But being sorry did not bring back Wig- 
gins." 



CHAPTER XII 
Intelligence of Dogs 

CAPTAIN GRANLAIN, of a big lake vessel has 
a dog named Bert, who is an excellent seaman. 
Recently the steamer was going along Lake 
Huron, slowly, in a dense fog, the whistle blowing, 
and every eye directed ahead,, to escape a dreaded col- 
lision. Soon the dog, who had been looking as earn- 
estly as the others, with his feet on the bulwarks, 
bounded to the captain and barked most earnestly. The 
captain ordered the engineer at once to " reverse," and 
the helm was thrown to port, just in time to avoid an 
immense passenger boat. Had the dog not seen the 
danger, both vessels probably would have gone to the 
bottom. 

' That dog is the greatest sailor on the lakes," said 
the captain. " He always keeps my watch with me and 
cannot be induced to leave the deck forward or the 
bridge where I may chance to be. His eyes are far 
superior in power of vision to human optics. Next 
summer when I get time I'm going to teach him the 
compass, and then I may be able to utilize him at the 
wheel. I think he would make an excellent pilot." 

A history of the mascots on board our ships would 
be most interesting. In the dreadful explosion of the 
Maine before Havana on Tuesday night, February 15, 
1898, when nearly 300 men were killed, and removed 

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Intelligence of Dogs 203 

from Cuba and buried at Arlington Cemetery, Decem- 
ber 28, 1899, two of the three cats belonging to the 
sailors, perished, but Tom, thirteen years old, who has 
been on many ships, and beloved by all the seamen, was 
saved as by a miracle. He was asleep three decks down, 
or nearly thirty feet below the upper deck. In the con- 
fusion and agony of dying men, nobody thought of 
Tom, but the next morning he was discovered crying 
piteously on that part of the wreck which remained 
above water. Commodore Wainwright first discovered 
him, and hastened to take him off in a boat to the 
Fern, where he received a hearty welcome. 

Captain Sigsbee's little pug dog Peggy was asleep 
in the Captain's stateroom at the time of the explosion. 
The ship was in darkness, but Peggy made her way to 
the deck, and when the captain's boat was lowered, 
she was found standing where she had been taught 
to stand when that particular boat was let down. She 
was trembling with fright as she was young and had 
never seen service, but in the horrors of that night she 
could find her way to her master's boat. 

Naval history abounds with incidents about animals, 
and the devotion between them and the brave soldiers, 
officers or crews. The Cleveland Leader, August 21, 
1898, recounts this incident of devotion : 

" Two pet dogs, Vulcan and Diana, of the old Lan- 
caster, will go down in naval history as the principals 
in a heroic and rather pathetic incident. The Lancaster 
was flagship of the European station at the time, and 
she was lying in the harbor of Ville, France. A party 
of the young officers of the ship had gone up to Monte 
Carlo, and it was while several of them were return- 



204 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

ing at night that one overheard a shrill snapping and 
growling beyond some bushes on the edge of a road 
just outside of the town. 

" Their curiosity aroused the cadets pressed forward 
just as two rough-looking men darted from the bushes. 
Chase was made at once, but the fugitives managed 
to escape in the darkness. Hurrying back to the bushes 
the American officers found the body of a richly dressed 
young man stretched out upon the ground, and crouch- 
ing over him, feebly growling, were two handsome 
dogs. They had evidently fought valiantly for their 
master, and were covered with wounds. It turned out 
that the young man was the son of a noble house of 
France, and that he had won a considerable sum on 
the tables that night, only to lose it and his life at 
the hands of the two thieves. The two dogs were 
presented to the Lancaster by his relatives, and 
they became prime favorites with officers and soldiers 
alike." 

The London Telegraph, October, 1899, tells of the 
dog " Smiler " : 

" One of the most popular characters on the rock of 
Gibraltar is no more. ' Smiler,' for that was the name 
of the garrison guard-room dog, broke his leg so badly 
through slipping on a rock that he had to be shot to 
put him out of his agony. The little dog was at home 
in all the guard-rooms on the frontier, and would some- 
times patronize one, sometimes another. Smiler was a 
great pet, both with officers and men. He constituted 
himself as extra sentry, kept on ' sentry-go ' all through 
the night, and could hear the field officer of the day 
approaching long before the human sentry could. He 



Intelligence of Dogs 205 

always attended guard mounting parade, and there 
selected the guard that he would favor with his pres- 
ence for the next twenty-four hours." 

In the war between England and the Boers, in spite 
of prohibition, the soldiers smuggled their pets on 
board the transports. The regimental dog of the 
" Fighting Fifth " went to the war by official permis- 
sion, however. He distinguished himself by his gal- 
lantry at the battle of Omdurman, charging over the 
field with his regiment and barking furiously at the 
rushing dervishes. The dogs of the Boers caused a 
defeat for Colonel Plumer. On his march south to 
Mafeking, a surprise attack on the Boers at Crocodile 
Pools was frustrated by the barking of the Boer dogs, 
which summoned the Boers, and they repulsed the at- 
tack, killing several of the British. 

" Queen Victoria decorated a dog with her own 
hands," says the Cleveland World, April 23, 1900. 
" The recipient thus honored was Bob of the Second 
Royal Berkshires, and the occasion the return of the 
regiment from the Afghan campaign of 1879, in which 
the dog had taken part, having been wounded at Mai- 
wand. Bob met his death by being run over, but his 
portrait will go down to posterity as the dog shown 
in the celebrated picture, ' The Stand of the Last Eleven 
at Maiwand/ 

" A dog with a Victoria cross seems hardly possible, 
but an imitation of small size was made for Jack, the 
Guards' dog, who saved the life of a soldier at the 
battle of the Alma, and who literally fought at Inker- 
man,, where several Russians fell before its fierce on- 
slaught. After the war it received the Crimean medals, 



206 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

as well as the cross, and had the honor of being intro- 
duced to the Queen. 

" Sandy, a dog of the Royal Engineers, was an- 
other Crimean veteran whose services were recognized 
by a medal, but, unfortunately, both it and a second 
one which was provided were stolen from the animal's 
neck by some persons whose sense of honor must have 
been much less than that possessed by Sandy himself. 

" Tiny of the army service corps went through the 
Egyptian campaign of 1882, including Tel-el Kebir, 
where it was wounded in the foot, and duly received the 
Egyptian medal and khedive's star. It died at Alder- 
shot in 1896 after being run over it is strange how 
many of these animals escape the perils of the battle- 
field to die by accident at home and its stuffed body 
may still be seen at Aldershot. 

" Paddy of the Fifteenth Hussars is a fox terrier 
which was similarly honored for Egyptian service, and 
possesses in addition the distinction of having been 
born on the battlefield of Abu Klea. and of having taken 
part in the charge made at Suakim by his regimental 
masters." 

" Pat's picture was in the Royal Scottish Academy," 
says Chambers' Journal, " representing him as a smooth- 
coated little tyke. He was of nondescript breed, but 
of great intelligence and well versed in the perform- 
ance of tricks. He had a traveled, eventful history. 
One master was killed in action; but a brother officer 
adopted the quaint white mongrel as his special charge. 
Pat was in an Afghan campaign, which proved fatal 
to another regimental dog, John Harrison, a retriever. 
John often followed his master, the Colonel, through 



Intelligence of Dogs 207 

Edinburgh's gray streets. The heat on his last foreign 
service was, however, too much for him; and, on the 
march to Kandahar, John was shot for fear he should 
lag; and rests, like many another warrior, in a grave 
where a Briton had laid him. Pat, being small and 
short-haired, withstood the Indian heat. He went with 
his second master to Egypt ; but, the glare of the sands 
threatening to impair his already failing sight, the 
four-footed veteran was sent home on sick leave. He 
never rejoined his Highlanders; but, by special desire, 
when he died at his Midlothian retreat he was rolled in 
the coat the soldiers had made for him of their regi- 
mental tartan, and buried in the well-tended niche in 
the crown of the City of the Winds." 

The St. Louis Globe-Democrat tells of Harry, the 
shepherd dog of Troop K, who went to Tampa and 
from there to Santiago, in the late Cuban war. During 
the fight on San Juan hill, the dog was seen back in 
the creek, lying in the water, protected by a high bank. 
When the bullets whistled over him he crouched lower 
in the water, and thus saved himself from harm. The 
mascot of the Sixth Cavalry was a fine bulldog who 
was badly wounded in the jaw, and his case for a time 
seemed hopeless. The men were ordered to leave their 
pets behind, when they returned from the war, a hard 
order for those who had suffered so much, but it was 
obeyed. A man from the Third Cavalry was detailed 
to act as clerk at General Wheeler's headquarters. He 
managed to smuggle the dog Harry on board the 
Olivette, so he got safely back to Montauk Point, and 
home again with the men whose dangers he had shared. 

Mr. Thomas Bisket, says the New York Herald, 



2o8 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

April, 1899, a druggist of Norwich, Conn., has a large 
Newfoundland dog, Leon, who belonged to General 
Linares, in command of the Spanish forces at San- 
tiago, at the beginning of the war. The dog was born 
in Barcelona, Spain, and brought to Cuba when a 
puppy, by the General. He became a great pet of the 
men, and saw much fighting between the Spaniards and 
Cubans, during the eight years he was in Cuba. When 
the Spanish-Amerjcan war came the dog was at the 
front with his master, on San Juan hill when the shells 
burst around him. He seemed to bear a charmed life, 
while the General was severely wounded. " When the 
Spanish commander was borne off the field on a litter 
the faithful dog trotted alongside, whining piteously, 
now and then casting wistful glances at his suffering 
master, and once or twice tenderly licking his out- 
stretched hand. While the General was in the field 
hospital Leon never tired of watching him. It was 
impossible for any one to approach the wounded man 
without being challenged by the dog, who seemed 
clearly to understand what had happened and to be 
eagerly awaiting his master's recovery." 

The General gave Leon to a friend, as he was obliged 
to return to Spain, an invalid, and later he was given 
to Mr. Bisket, who is very fond of him. " You should 
have seen him," said Mr. Biskit, " however, when the 
first snow fell. He did not know what to make of it. 
He squatted on the ground on his haunches, drew the 
snow up to him between his big paws and rubbed at it 
as if he would thoroughly sample it and find out what 
this strange substance was. Snow was a deep mystery 
to the dog that had passed all its life in the tropics. 



Intelligence of Dogs 209 

And the serious, puzzled expression in his intelligent 
eyes while he investigated was something more droll 
than I can describe." 

The New York Times of the summer of 1898 tells 
this story of a setter dog named Rose : 

" When the boys were out at infantry drill Rose took 
her place in front of the company, with a small log of 
wood in her mouth, and led the way, apparently famil- 
iar with the meaning of every order that was given 
by the officers. Lieutenant Harrison said : ' From the 
day we got her here, about a month ago, Rose has 
evinced the deepest interest in the drills. She now re- 
sponds to all orders issued to the men with remarkable 
sagacity. Just wait until you see what she does when 
" taps " are sounded/ 

" When Musician Krause played the plaintive notes 
which mean ' Go to bed,' Rose, who had been trotting 
up and down the pier, suddenly made for the gang 
plank and went on board. 

" Then she trotted to her bed on the lower deck and 
lay down with a yawn." 

Joe, a fox terrier, marked with black and tan patches, 
is the property of Color Sergeant King, of the First 
Staffordshire Regiment. When his master goes from 
Litchfield to Birmingham to attend a football match 
and leaves his dog at home, Joe presents himself at the 
station and plainly indicates that he wishes a ticket. 
He is supplied with one, enters the proper train, gets 
off at Birmingham, goes to the field and finds his 
master. He knows the names of the players, and is 
helpful in the game himself. He will hold a penny 
on his nose till the word " three " is mentioned, when 



2io Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

he catches it in his mouth, and proceeds to make a 
purchase with it. He does not respond to any other 
number. He has been presented with a gold medal 
by the friends of Sergeant King, and wears it attached 
to his collar. 

Dogs can be trained so that their abilities seem al- 
most human. Nine Great Danes, descendants of those 
in the Hartz mountains and throughout Germany who 
used to hunt the wild boar, march like soldiers, dance 
on their hind legs, wrestle with their keepers, and make 
great leaps. They have great strength and are gentle 
and faithful. When a lion-tamer goes into a cage, he 
often takes a Great Dane with him for protection. 

" In attempting to cross Euclid avenue at Sheriff 
Street late yesterday afternoon," says the Cleveland 
Leader, April 8, 1900, " Aurela Rodriguez, a cigar- 
maker, of No. 623 Superior street, was caught between 
two street cars and was badly injured internally. He 
was taken in J. & W. Koebler's ambulance to the 
Cleveland General Hospital. 

" When the call for the ambulance was received at 
the office of J. & W. Koebler, Caesar, a large Great 
Dane dog, who generally accompanies the ambulance 
when it is out on business, was locked up in the office. 
As the ambulance left the barns the dog became ex- 
cited, and wanted to follow it. No one paying any 
attention to his barkings, the dog suddenly made a rush 
for the front window, which is of plate glass, and 
jumped through it. He then ran after the ambulance 
and seemed proud of the feat he had performed." 

" Commissioner of Public Works Moore, of Evans- 
ton> has a dog named Sport, which will wear a license 





" Bio FOUR." 2. TED, A TRICK Don, standing with the "Big 
Four," all owned by Mr. James Christie, Escanaba, Mich. 



Intelligence of Dogs 211 

tag the rest of his life as a reward for meritorious 
services," says a Chicago correspondent of the Wash- 
ington Times. " A week ago Sport was practically con- 
demned to death, his owner thinking him not worth 
$2.25 as a license fee. Yesterday Mr. Moore was lean- 
ing over a catchbasin in the street and dropped his 
wallet, containing considerable money and some papers. 
into the sewer. He hastened to the mouth of the sewer, 
and when the wallet came out the dog swam out into 
the lake after it, captured it a hundred yards from 
shore, and returned it. Mr. Moore thinks the dog has 
earned the right to live." 

Mr. James Christie, Escanaba, Mich., among many 
valuable dogs has the " Big Four," a Newfoundland, 
weighing 174 pounds, a brother named Claudy, 181 
pounds, and one of the finest pacing dogs in the world, 
a St. Bernard named Tip, 176 pounds, and a brother 
named Top, 172^/2 pounds. " The Big Four," Mr. 
Christie writes me, " are the best driving dogs in the 
state. I can always make eighteen miles an hour with 
them, and can drive within an inch of anything I wish 
to stop at. They are good natured, and when out of 
their harness are full of play, but while harnessed are 
just the opposite." 

His dog " Ted " is called the most remarkable dog 
in the state. He sells cigars for a large Chicago house. 
The Gentry Brothers offered Mr. Christie $1,000 for 
him, which was refused. An Exchange says : " Aside 
from his numerous ' impromptu ' tricks, ' Ted ' has 
one which solely originated with Mr. Christie, and it 
is this one that has made the dog's fame world wide. 
In this trick some 127 blocks are used, containing all 



212 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

the letters of the alphabet, figures from i to 10 and 
many words. With these he will spell words and 
answer questions asked by his master, and that without 
a slip. He will tell you the name of any large city 
between Milwaukee and Calumet more readily than the 
average traveling man. 

" At the Arlington Hotel ' Ted ' went through part 
of his work and astonished some thirty of the ' lobby- 
ists ' by his phenomenal performances. In answer to 
the question ' Which is the best hotel in Calumet ? ' 
' Ted ' bounded off and brought back the block upon 
which was printed ' The Arlington.' 

" Old Boz the famous and world-renowned Scotch 
collie, is dead," says the Chicago Inter-Ocean. " That 
simple sentence will cause many a regret to thousands 
of hearts, even if Boz was only a dog. 

" He was better known than thousands of men that 
think themselves eminent. He once slept in Windsor 
Castle and was petted by Queen Victoria. The Prince 
of Wales offered $5,000 for him after witnessing his 
marvelous tricks. 

' The dog walked through the Vatican. He was 
entertained by the President of France, the Czar of the 
Russias, King Oscar of Norway and Sweden. In 
fact, he had been to almost every foreign court and 
had received the attention of dignitaries in every de- 
partment of life's activity in this and other lands. 
President Cleveland stroked his shaggy coat in the 
White House. 

" Boz died at San Antonio, Texas, a few days ago, 
and the intelligence was conveyed to George B. Gas- 
son, No. 50 Bryant street, this city. He belonged to 



Intelligence of Dogs 213 

D. H. Harris the stock breeder at Mendon, Mich., and 
was fourteen years of age at his death. 

" The dog was never on public exhibition, but was 
the traveling companion of his owner, who took su- 
preme delight in showing the animal to his friends. 

" The dog could select any card in the deck when 
told, and if it was not there a whine would follow. He 
could distinguish between colors as well as a human 
being. More wonderful than all, he could count 
money, make the proper change to an exact cent. If 
told to bring $31.31, or any sum from coins of various 
denominations, he would do so without a mistake. 

" When told to walk like a baby, he would creep 
along the floor and imitate a child to perfection. He 
could pretend he was lame and walk most pitiably. 
Boz would also wash his feet, or any one foot as di- 
rected. He would bring any object that he could carry 
when sent after it. When once told a person's full 
name he never forgot it, but would always deliver a 
letter or package to that very individual at any place he 
had ever visited. Boz had often been in Chicago. He 
was once at a circus on Sixty-third street with his 
owner, and he grew tired and came back to the Sherman 
House where they were stopping, and went to the room 
that had been assigned to them. 

" When he was once taken to a place he always re- 
membered it and would return to it if sent on an er- 
rand. Many persons who have crossed the sea on the 
same vessel as the dog will recall his wonderful feats 
performed on deck for the benefit of the Sailors' Relief 
Fund. Mr. Harris had often refused $10,000 for the 
truly wonderful animal. 



214 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

" Boz leaves just as wonderful a descendant, she 
being Bozzie, owned by Mrs. George B. Classon, No. 
50 Bryant street. The daughter in some respects ex- 
cels her sire. She cannot be puzzled in any arithmeti- 
cal problem in addition, subtraction, multiplication, 
division, or a combination of two or more of these 
processes in whole numbers under twenty. She gives 
results by barks and never makes a mistake. Several 
persons can hold pieces of paper with numbers on before 
her. She looks at each one. designates the units by so 
many barks, and at the close will add the entire series 
and give the result by the required number of barks. 
Bozzie will also tell the time of day in hours by barks. 
She will go to any room in the house, upstairs or down, 
and bring any article which she is bidden." 

The New York World, March 31, 1900, has the 
following : 

" Bozzie, a famous educated collie, was buried to-day 
with much ceremony. Fifty school children attended 
the funeral. Bozzie had always shown an eagerness 
to perform for them and they surrounded the coffin and 
strewed flowers upon it. 

" Mrs. Classon, who owned the dog, and whose insep- 
arable companion she had been for years, had the body 
placed in a silk-lined white casket and wrapped in the 
silk coverlet which had long been her covering at 
night. On the top of the casket was a silver plate with 
this inscription: 

BOZZIE, 

Born Jan. 17, 1895, 

Died March 28, 1900, 

FROM BEING MALICIOUSLY POISONED, 



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" The dog could count, find hidden articles, and do 
all the tricks known to dog wisdom." 

Elizabeth Nunemacher, of New Albany, Ind., says 
in the Chicago Record : 

' Bab ' is a fox terrier that counts as her very own 
that portion of the world immediately about her. She 
is a quick and reasoning animal, and displays traits 
which are strongly human. Recently, she became the 
proud mother of two roly-poly puppies, white, with a 
few black spots scattered upon their tight coats. 

" One morning Matilda came in from the kennel 
with the information that one of the little ones was 
dead and the other one nearly so. A relief corps at 
once visited the kennel and the surviving puppy was 
brought into the house. A few drops of stimulant 
were forced between his lips with great difficulty. Then 
a small hot water bottle was placed against the lit- 
tle stomach, which seemed unnaturally hard and 
swollen. Next he was placed snugly in an old fruit 
basket with a scrap of blanket, and developments 
awaited. 

" Poor Bab was heart-broken. She followed the 
ministering angels into the house. Placing her sensi- 
tive nose under the chin of her sick infant, she wailed 
mournfully and long. She was tenderly comforted, 
advised to bear up, be brave, and so forth. After a time 
Matilda, observing that the water was cooling, took 
the bottle away to be refilled. To this Bab objected 
strongly. But when she saw Matilda returning with 
the bottle, she trotted nimbly toward her and offered to 
take the bottle in her mouth. Matilda let her have it, 
, wonderingly. Bab at once went to the basket and awk- 



2i 6 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

wardly poked the bottle again under the small invalid's 
stomach. 

" The puppy rapidly recovered. Its improved con- 
dition was evident to Bab, for she disappeared and re- 
turned, tenderly carrying the dead puppy. It was 
clearly her desire that it, too, should receive treatment. 
But the plump little body was beyond help. 

" After a time, much to the annoyance of the other 
nurses, Bab climbed upon a chair with the sick puppy. 
But they waited to see what she would do. Then she 
made a second trip to the basket and brought the 
water-bottle to the chair. The small fruit basket had 
hampered her in cuddling her baby, but upon the 
chair she formed a happy group mother, sick puppy 
and hot water bottle, in close and comfortable conjunc- 
tion." 

Dick, a mongrel, seemingly a mixture between a 
Yorkshire and French poodle, performs wonderful 
tricks. He turns somersaults, rolls a barrel across the 
stage of a theatre, keeps step to music, and dives into 
a net from a platform 75 feet above the stage, climbing 
to the platform on a common stepladder. There is no 
doubt that many performing animals are taught 
through fear and harsh measures, although tricks are 
sometimes performed, evidently with a desire to please 
a master whom they love. 

A writer in the Louisville Courier-Journal in a pa- 
thetically true manner thus describes the " tricks of a 
tramp dog." " He pays no attention to men, while 
boys he only watches warily for stones and clods for 
which he was the target evidently in memory. Let a 
woman pass along, however, and he is all alertness. 



Intelligence of Dogs 217 

Trotting along with her, he perks his head aside and 
says as plainly as a dog can : 

' Look here, madam, I am a right good little dog. 
Suppose you take me home and give me a bath and a 
bone, and let me play with the children. I am lots bet- 
ter than I look to be.' 

" This failing to elicit any answer other than an oc- 
casional ' Get away, you ugly little beast ! ' he plays 
another card. Scampering into the street he returns 
with a twig or a bit of paper and renews the conver- 
sation. 

" ' Just look at me a moment, please,' he says. ' Don't 
you see I am a smart dog? I can carry a twig in my 
mouth. The children will have no end of sport with 
me if you just take me home.' 

" So he persists until the end of his self-appointed 
beat is reached and the woman passes on. He stops 
then, disconsolate and disgusted, dropping his air of 
cheeriness and relapsing into a plain, uncouth dog. 

" Another woman comes along about then, however, 
and hope again rises within him. Time after time he 
repeats his little confidence game, but so far with the 
same dispiriting result. He is working hard for his 
rise in life. He deserves it, and more than one passei 
by who has watched him day after day hopes that he 
will yet gain the snug quarters he deserves." 

Having read in the New York World about a dog 
named Ginger, who had assisted the police in catching 
thieves, and the newsboys in delivering messages, I 
wrote to his present owner, Mr. Henry C. Buchanan, 
New Jersey State Librarian at Trenton, and received 
the following interesting letter : 



2i 8 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

"Feb. 22, 1900 
" MY DEAR MADAM : 

" Ginger is a reality, and is known to more Trentoni- 
ans than any other dog or person probably in the 
city. Apparently he is a cross between a French 
poodle and a setter or pointer certainly some kind of 
bird dog. His poodle pedigree is shown in his head, 
but he has the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, and 
when he looks into one's face it seems as though he was 
almost human and knew what you were saying. But 
he does not. In some respects he is very intelligent, 
and in others apparently the dumbest dog I ever saw. 
His age is about six or seven years. 

" He is large, clumsy, curly-haired, black, with a large 
white ' vest.' So far as I can learn anything of his 
antecedents, he appeared several years ago at a racing 
park near Trenton, where he was made comfortable 
until he displayed great diligence in chasing poultry. 
He then was given to a Trenton man who lived near 
St. Mary's Cathedral. Here he developed a liking for 
joining in the angelus call. His new master had be- 
come accustomed to the noise of the bell, but could not 
stand the barking at the early morning call, so Ginger 
was driven away. 

" For a time in the summer and fall he wandered 
about the street, apparently delighting in lying stretched 
out in the center of the pavement near the most crowded 
part of the city, where his size prevented men from 
kicking him out of the way, while ladies and children 
walked around him. 

" In the winter he became attached to the boys in the 
District Messenger service, who harbored him at their 
headquarters and occasionally at their homes. They 
were glad of his company on lonely night runs, and 
Ginger was willing and is now to go with them. 
I was then news editor of the State Gazette, and made 
Ginger's acquaintance during his calls with the ms- 



Intelligence of Dogs 219 

senger boys. Then be began escorting the reporters 
home and coming back for me, and spending wet and 
cold nights in the editorial rooms. One night I took 
him home with me and fed him, and be became ac- 
quainted with the members of my family. Since then 
I have owned him, so far as is possible without a title. 
I have found him in my tax bills and have willingly 
paid for him. Muzzles innumerable I have bought to 
keep him from falling into the dog-catcher's hands. 
He knew so many boys, and had such a way of appeal- 
ing to them to be relieved of his muzzles, that it was 
pretty hard to protect him until he fell into the dog- 
catcher's hands one day. The boys heard of it first 
and took up a collection and redeemed him. Since 
then there has been little trouble about keeping him 
muzzled during the ' close ' season in July, August and 
September. 

" He is a great coward the French poodle strain. 
If a strange dog, large or small, starts for him, Ginger 
immediately lies down on his side, displaying the most 
abject fear and cowardice. If he sees a cat on the 
street, he starts for it immediately and chases it to 
cover; but if the cat stops and shows fight, Ginger 
runs on by, apparently unconcerned and as though he 
had not been in pursuit. I have seen a two months 
old kitten put him to flight. 

" His bark is loud and angry, and he rushes fiercely 
to the door when any one enters the house, but so far as 
I know he has never attempted to bite any one. When 
let out on the street, if a tramp or poorly dressed work- 
man is in sight, Ginger makes a rush at him, but makes 
no demonstration toward a well-dressed person. The 
only person who fears him is our milkman. Ginger 
knows the man fears him, and takes delight in flying 
at him every morning. If he happens to be on 
the door-step, he starts up or down the street in 
fear, the milkman 01 -e having driven him away 
with a whip. 



220 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

" Frequently he has accompanied me on walks in 
the country, and never fails to chase the half-grown 
brown, red or speckled chickens we may chance to pass. 
I have watched him many times, and have never known 
him to go after a white or black chicken, or one full 
grown, or turkeys, geese or ducks. That is why I 
believe he is descended from some breed of bird-hunt- 
ing dogs, though dog-fanciers have told me he seemed 
to be part Newfoundland, judging from his appear- 
ance. 

" I don't believe there is a drop of Newfoundland 
blood in him. I have seen him run in fear from a two- 
weeks-old calf, from horses and cows innumerable 
in fact when we chance to meet a cow when out for a 
walk. Ginger keeps close to my heels. In summers I 
have had him clipped by a livery man, in order to re- 
lieve him of the annoyance from fleas that find refuge 
in his heavy curly coat. Then I had a boy at the livery 
stable give him an occasional bath during the summer, 
as it was impossible to get Ginger to go into the water 
voluntarily for a bath. After his first clipping and 
bath he would not follow me past the entrance to the 
livery stable, but would cross the street invariably be- 
fore we reached the entrance, and rejoin me later. 
Twice when I tried to coax him to follow me in, he 
went into a neighboring cigar store, from which he was 
led out by a boy with a rope. After that he would 
start back home when I turned in the entrance to the 
stable, and apparently finding from experience that that 
did not save him from a bath, he has refused to follow 
me into the block in which the livery stable is located, 
excepting after dark, when the stable is closed. 

" When I came to the State Library a year ago, 
Ginger came with me, but discontinued his visits to the 
library last summer, excepting when I come by some 
other route than that leading by the stable. At first 
he took great delight in riding on the elevator in the 
Capitol building, and would make two or three trips 



Intelligence of Dogs 221 

at a time. This finally became a nuisance to ladies 
and children, and he was excluded. 

" The dog has lost the religious turn he had, and now 
pays no attention to the angelus bells, but there is one 
particular ' siren ' whistle that blows at seven, twelve, 
one and six o'clock that he recognizes, and adds to the 
noise by a long-drawn dismal howl whenever he hears 
it. He pays no attention to the dozens of other whis- 
tles on the factories, but whether running along the 
street or half asleep in the house, seldom fails to add 
his song to the wail of the siren. I think he has been 
encouraged in this by my boys, whose efforts have 
overcome those of my wife and daughter to break him 
of the habit. A threat to throw a few drops of water 
on him will usually prevent the outbreak. 

" Ginger's worst habit is the chasing of trolley cars 
and wagons. Several times he has been struck on the 
head and shoulders, and received bad wounds, but he 
persists in the practice excepting when he is with me. 
Often he has started for a wagon, then apparently re- 
membering that his ears had been boxed for it, has 
stopped and come crawling back toward me; at other 
times a word from me has checked him. 

" Notwithstanding he barks freely and loudly on 
almost all occasions, we have not been able to teach him 
to ' speak ' when he wants a drink of water, or is out- 
side the house and wants to come in. When thirsty he 
will go to the kitchen sink and knock his bowl about 
with his fore paws, and then lie stretched until some 
one draws water for him. When he is on the street 
and is ready to enter the house, he scratches on the 
front door, and as a result we are unable to keep the 
lower part of the door in presentable condition, and 
when he keeps late hours he has been compelled to re- 
main out all night because no one heard him scratch 
on the door. 

" Once he was caught by the dog-catcher, and re- 
membered it. A few weeks later he was without his 



222 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

muzzle, and the dog-catchers went after him with their 
nets and ropes. A policeman who saw the proceedings 
told me the story. Ginger started for the horse of the 
dog-catcher and barked at him till the horse started; 
then the dog ran behind a waiting trolley car, and per- 
mitted the dog-catcher to chase him around the car 
two or three times, until an assistant went to the dog- 
catcher's aid, when Ginger ran at full speed down the 
street and escaped. It is the only time I have known 
of his running from any one excepting the milkman. 
" Very truly yours, 

HENRY C. BUCHANAN. 

Mr. Buchanan writes me of another dog: 

" You will be glad, I am sure, to read about ' Frank/ 
whose story I have from his master, Mr. Horace G. 
Hough, who is a thoroughly veracious gentleman, and 
who recounted some of Frank's doings while sitting 
in a store recently. Ginger's presence started the con- 
versation. Frank died a year or so ago. 

" He was a red Irish setter, a thoroughbred from 
fancy stock owned by a wealthy New York friend of 
the Hough family. Mr. Hough obtained him as a 
puppy, and his training for the performances described 
was altogether accidental, as he said. When he wished 
to smoke in the evening Mr. Hough usually went to a 
small shed near the house, with Frank for company. 
To amuse himself he would throw articles for the dog 
to recover, and finally began to use his keys and knife 
and other such belongings. Then he would make the 
dog carry the article to some other person, if one hap- 
pened to be around. 

" One day, wishing to send a luncheon to the men 
working in the harvest field, Mr. Hough called his dog, 



Intelligence of Dogs 223 

and placing the bale of a tin pail in his mouth, bade 
him go to the men with it, pointing in the direction he 
was to go. Frank started at once and delivered the 
luncheon, notwithstanding he was very fond of the 
cookies in the kettle which was under his nose. 

" Another day Mr. Hough was driving a mowing 
machine, and missed a wrench which he wanted to use 
to tighten one of the nuts on the machine. He re- 
membered having used it half an hour before, on the 
other side of the field, and calling Frank, bade him go 
in search of the wrench. The dog started back around 
the course over which Mr. Hough had driven, and soon 
came running across the field with the iron wrench in 
his mouth. This is the more remarkable when it is 
remembered that while almost any dog can be taught 
to carry wood and some other materials, they do not 
care to set their teeth against iron. 

" One evening Mr. William Hough (now dead) 
called to his son Horace, and asked him to look for 
his gold watch, which had been lost. Mr. Hough said 
he had looked all over in the places he had visited, 
but could not find it, and offered Horace $10 if he 
recovered it. ' I'll get it if it's on the farm,' replied 
Horace, who called his dog. Horace learned that his 
father had been in the barnyard, feeding the cattle, and 
with Frank he started for the yard. Here the dog was 
set at work, and in less than ten minutes came up to 
Horace with the watch, the chain of which the dog had 
between his teeth. In order to recover it, he had to 
burrow under a pile of corn stalks which Mr. Hough 
had thrown aside in the stable yard. 

" On another occasion, Mr. Horace Hough was 



224 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

driving from Lawrenceville to his home in Ewing 
township in the evening, when a shower came up. It 
was dark, and Mr. Hough started to pull up the top of 
his buggy. In doing so the ring on a finger on his 
right hand came off and fell to the ground. Mr. Hough 
made search for the ring, but without success. Then 
he drove home, and calling for Frank took him in the 
buggy and drove back to the spot where he had lost 
the ring. Bidding the dog ' hunt it/ he sat waiting for 
not over two or three minutes, when Frank jumped 
back into the buggy. Putting his fingers into the dog's 
mouth, Mr. Hough found his ring. 

" These stories appear to me to be too wonderful 
almost for belief; but knowing Mr. Hough as I do, 
I would no more doubt them than I would if I had 
been one of the chief actors. The stories were not told 
to me in a spirit of boasting, but as a recital by one man 
who loves dogs, to another. 

" Perhaps this little story may also interest you : 
About the time that Ginger began to give up some of 
his tramp-habits, he had as a companion a half-grown 
dog of apparently shepherd or Scotch collie breed a 
poor, half-starved animal, so timid or wild that he would 
permit no one to touch him. Ginger had a favorite 
habit of chasing wagons and trolley-cars in the streets, 
dodging the whips of the wagoners and the kicks of 
the car conductors. ' Shep ' soon learned to do the 
same thing, and the dogs, with their barkings and 
yelpings would keep it up for half an hour at a time. 
One day Ginger was knocked on the head by a wagon 
or car, and had a bad wound for a week or so. That 
is when he came to us. When he had recovered he re- 



Intelligence of Dogs 225 

sumed his pastime with ' Shep/ and one day ' Shep ' 
was not quick enough and a trolley car took off the 
ends of the toes on one of his front feet. The poor 
dog, with bleeding foot upheld, went yelping through 
the street, and soon attracted a crowd of young hood- 
lums, who pursued him with sticks and stones and 
cries of ' mad dog.' A policeman joined the pursuit, 
but ' Shep ' escaped, and was in hiding about a week. 
Going home about two o'clock one morning I saw him 
in a corner, and as I had established a sort of friend- 
ship with him before he was hurt, I was soon able to 
pat him on the head. He followed me home and re- 
mained there a day or two, until I found a new home 
for him with J. W. Vernam, a farmer in Ewing town- 
ship, who is also a milkman. Mr. Vernam informs me 
that this poor, half-starved, frightened dog has de- 
veloped into the best watch-dog he ever saw ; that he 
will permit no one but Mr. Vernam and his children to 
put their hands on him not even the farm-hands may 
touch him; no tramp dare enter the yard, though any 
one of evident respectability may enter unnoticed; and 
' Shep ' will round up the cows and bring them from 
the field at a word from his master." 

Mr. Charles R. Zacharias, manager of the Western 
Union Telegraph Company at Asbury Park, New 
Jersey, writes me of an intelligent pet. 

" The little dog belongs to my daughter Marguerite 
and is a Water Spaniel two years old. I've owned a 
number of dogs in the past, but never one so intelligent 
as Toss. 

" He will sit up, stand up, lie down, turn over, be 
dead, say his prayers, resting his paws against the 



226 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

wall, on a chair, or against the chair back on command. 
He catches his food, while sitting up, and eats it or 
not, as told to, puts out a lighted match, will sneeze 
when told, will shake himself when told, will jump 
through arms, over cane, etc., to eat food placed in 
front of him, but when told to do so will bring food to 
me instead of eating it. 

" My daughter dresses him in her doll's clothes and 
plays with him as a doll, and he seems to enjoy the 
sport quite as much as the child. When I reach home 
at night, he appears restless until after he has brought 
my slippers, which he does just when I begin unlacing 
my shoes. 

" On a test he has found my hat, my cap, my over- 
shoes and a pocketbook, by first showing him the article 
and then hiding it. The finding of my cap was an old 
trick with him, but the others were suggested by a 
friend, and the dog never failed in his first attempt to 
find the article I asked for. 

' Toss, do you want a biscuit ? ' sets him dancing. 
He will then take a coin from my hand and go to a 
near-by bakery where the ladies gives him a cake 
which he brings to me. 

" He can pick up small coins as cents, nickels, dimes 
and quarters, but half dollars and silver dollars he has 
hard work to pick up, though he tries hard to do it. 

" The dog has no pedigree and there may be smarter 
ones, but in our family Toss is looked upon as ' just all 
right.' One trick that creates considerable amusement 
is to see him sitting on the sidewalk on his hind legs 
and I a block away. As soon as I whistle he comes 
running." 



Intelligence of Dogs 227 

Mrs. Fairchild Allen, editor of Our Fellow Creatures 
sends me the following story of Rover : 

" ' Rover Spence/ as he was called, was born at Aus- 
tin, 111., and was a mixture of St. Bernard and Labra- 
dor. His coat was black and white, beautifully fine, 
wavy and glossy. In disposition he was gentle and 
affectionate, although he had strongly marked likes 
and dislikes. 

" For his young master, Harry Spence, Rover enter- 
tained a devotion most profound. It can never be de- 
termined whether or not he knew that Harry rescued 
him from the dog destroyer's hands, and hastened with 
; his new possession from the vicinity, offering to the 

policeman in the case his little store of hoarded wealth 
25 cents. (Be it recorded to that policeman's honor 
that he refused to accept the fee and sent the boy away 
happy with his four-footed friend and a written order 

that he would not be molested. ) 

' 

" From that time on Rover lived happily with the 
Spences until the day of his death about thirteen 
years later. He grew to magnificent proportions, his 
head being even with an ordinary table. His intelli- 
gence was phenomenal. He seemed, in time, to under- 
stand everything that was said to him and much con- 
versation that was not directed to him. After he had 
been in his new home only about forty-eight hours he 
was stolen by his old mistress, but he soon returned to 
his new friends with his gnawed rope dangling from 
his neck. 

" When the muzzle fiend appeared, Rover entered a 
vigorous protest. He might usually be seen with it 
hanging loose upon his neck; but finally he hit upon a 



228 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

method of release from the hateful contrivance and 
buried it securely (as he thought) in his mistress' 
flower-bed. 

" For Harry's mother he entertained an adoration 
equally with that bestowed upon her son especially 
as the dog grew older. When Harry left home and 
Rover grew aged it was she who ministered tenderly 
to his infirmities, helping him up the stairways when 
his rheumatic limbs refused their office. 

" During the childhood of Harry and his sister, 
Laila, Rover was their companion and their guardian. 
They lived near Clear Lake in Wisconsin, and like all 
children were ' possessed ' to be in the water. Rover 
disapproved of this, for he foresaw danger; and if they 
tried to have him confined at home their plans never 
succeeded. He would invariably be seen bounding over 
the hills to the lake soon after they supposed they had 
him safely secured at home. 

" Finding the children would go in the water Rover 
would follow and nip their legs in the endeavor to 
get them to shore. This failing, as a last resort he 
would swim to land and start to run away with their 
clothes! This had the desired effect. Harry and his 
followers would then reluctantly repair to terra firma 
promising Rover many punishments which it is 
scarcely necessary to say he never realized or feared. 

" In due time Rover was handsomely fitted out with 
sulky and harness and drew his young master about the 
village roads. He had a weakness for chasing cats and 
rabbits, and upon one occasion, being harnessed to his 
cart, a rabbit ran across the street and through the 
fence and Rover followed, leaving his master and cart 



Intelligence of Dogs 229 

on one side the fence, with himself and the rabbit 
(which doubtless escaped) on the other. 

" Harry vowed vengeance as he went home crying, 
with the remnants of the cart and harness, but, as usual, 
forgave his dear dog when the latter at last returned 
home. 

" Notwithstanding his dislike of cats in general, 
Rover learned to respect the rights of the family cat 
and even assisted in the rearing of her kittens by re- 
maining with and watching them during the mother's 
absence. One kitten of one litter, however, was so 
different in color from the balance of the feline family, 
that Rover must have considered it belonged elsewhere, 
so, without ever hurting it, he would carry it out and 
hide it in the tall grass. When asked where it was, he 
would hang his head like a child conscious of wrong 
doing. He took a dislike to another cat and when it 
tried to eat from his plate he would ' spread himself ' 
over the plate and walk round it so as to exclude the 
cat from the feast. He was phenomenally good tem- 
pered amid all his experiences. 

" During the last year of Rover's life he was moved 
from his country village home into the city of Chicago. 
He had a large yard, however, in which to range, and 
soon became reconciled to the change. Here began his 
acquaintance with ' Chiffon,' a lovely, aristocratic 
Angora cat. The two were first fastened at opposite 
sides of the yard where they could view but not injure 
each other. After a brief pretence of antagonism they 
became good friends. ' Chiffon ' would sometimes 
slap his comrade across the face, unexpectedly, but was 
always forgiven by the nobler spirit of the dog. 



230 Our Devoted Friend, The 

" At one time Chiffon was absent from his home nine 
days to the great grief and consternation of the family. 
Upon his return, being very much soiled and altogether 
demoralized, he was at once put in his bath. So sen- 
sible was he, seeming to realize what relief a bath would 
effect, he purred in the water. 

" Rover manifested great pleasure at Chiffon's re- 
turn, and during the operation of bathing lay down 
close by the tub and scarcely took his eyes off the truant 
until he was taken out and thoroughly dried with 
towels. Chiffon was so gentle and seemingly self -abased 
that he was finally laid down close by Rover on the 
floor but alas, the cat most unexpectedly drew up 
one paw and struck Rover in the face. 

' This blow to his affection and self respect was not 
resented by a growl or showing of the teeth, but the 
fond dog was deeply grieved. He at once arose and 
left the room and after that time seemed not so fond 
of the great cat quite a natural result. 

" He passed away not very long afterward, leaving 
behind him sentiments of regret and affection and a 
loving memory accorded only to a few among human 
kind. Who shall say that the attributes which so en- 
deared him to his human friends by which he was 
recognized as a kindred spirit will be resolved to earth 
in the dog, and be preserved in eternity for man? " 

The Boston Beacon, July 15, 1899, quotes this inter- 
esting story by Clare Jerrold, about Clever Fritz : 

' The following true story of a dog's intelligence is 
given as nearly as I can remember in the words of a 
friend from whom I heard it : 

" Years ago I was staying for some weeks at a fairly 



Intelligence of Dogs 231 

large hotel, and I picked up one of the most delightful 
friends I ever made in my life. His name was Fritz, 
and he had a long black body, four short legs, the toes 
well turned out, a cold nose, floppy ears, and a pair of 
beautiful brown eyes. He belonged to the hotel keeper, 
but quite fell in love with me at our first meeting. So 
we always went for walks together, and when I went 
into the gardens where no dogs were admitted, Fritz 
somehow always managed to elude the gate-keeper, and 
came trotting after me with a triumphant flourish of 
his tail after I had been there a few minutes. He slept 
most nights outside my bedroom door, and sometimes 
inside; indeed, we grew such chums that I asked the 
hotel keeper to sell him. He agreed, and Fritz, who 
was standing by, made his eyes snap and sparkle with 
delight, wriggling round and round my feet in his ex- 
citement. 

" When my maid was packing for our departure 
Fritz understood all about it, and stretched himself on 
my door-mat with a sigh of contentment, but alas! in 
the morning he was gone. We looked everywhere, and 
called inside and outside the house, but he was not to be 
found. Mrs. Hotelkeeper had, I expect, hidden him, 
for she did not want him sold, and so I had to go with- 
out my Fritz. 

" Two years later I went back to the same place, my 
husband and baby being with me, and my little pet 
terrier. Fritz was on the platform with his master to 
meet us. At the sight of my face he uttered a howl of 
recognition, and, as soon as the door was opened, 
rushed frantically to welcome me. In the midst of his 
joy the little dog I carried began to bark. Fritz 



232 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

bounded away as though shot, and stared at me with 
unbelieving-, reproachful eyes. But he found it was 
true; I had another dog with me! Drooping his head 
and dragging his tail, he walked slowly away. 

" Poor Fritz was jealous; he would not forgive me. 
If I called to him he pretended not to hear, nor did he 
ever come to my bedroom door. 

" At the end of three weeks my husband went home 
and took the terrier with him. I stood at my window 
to see him go, and Fritz sat on the hot pavement on 
the opposite side of the road. He watched the luggage 
go, he watched us saying good-bye, and he watched 
Frank walk off to the station with Tiny under his arm. 
When Frank turned the corner Fritz trotted after him, 
and putting his nose round to the cross street, watched 
him until he reached the station at the end. Then, as 
though demented, he turned and flew back to the hotel, 
up the steps, up the stairs, until at my door he scratched 
and barked loudly for entrance. When I let him in, 
his leaps of happiness and his kisses were overwhelm- 
ing, and we were again fast friends. 

" Once more I asked the landlord to sell him and 
once more we agreed to a price. 

" The day before I was leaving I told Fritz that he 
was to go with me. He looked as though he under- 
stood, but did not come to sleep either outside or inside 
my room that night. 

" In the morning, however, no Fritz was to be 
found, and when I asked for him I was told that he had 
not been seen since the previous afternoon, nor had he 
come in for his supper. After breakfast thoueh. on 
looking from the window, I saw my black friend sitting 



Intelligence of Dogs 233 

in his favorite place on the opposite pavement. The 
landlord saw him, too, and called him, but he only 
wagged his tail. Bones and food were put on the hotel 
steps, but though he kept looking at them from the 
corner of his eye, he would not approach the house. 

" Then he lay with his nose upon his paws, blinking 
in the sun, as my luggage was taken away. He saw 
the nurse carrying the baby up the street, and still he 
sat there. At last, having settled with everyone, I ap- 
peared at the door and called him. He started to his 
feet and wagged his tail, but would not cross the road 
even to me. As I walked along one side he trotted 
along the other, until we came to the bend. Then he 
cautiously peeped round the corner and watched his 
master going along to the station, for he was a polite 
man who always saw his guests off by train. Feeling 
himself safe so far, Fritz darted across, leaped up at 
me, and ran down a cross-street which led by an unfre- 
quented way to the station. A few yards down he 
stopped and looked back with such imploring eyes that 
I could do nothing but follow him. 

" When we came out close to the line Fritz stood 
still ; on the wooden platform he saw his master giving 
orders about luggage, while the train was waiting, so 
he made a dash toward a clump of bushes, and crouch- 
ing beneath, refused to come out for any entreaties. 

" I had to leave him, and walking across the plat- 
form, took my seat, shaking hands with the good hotel 
keeper who had seen after everything for me. The 
guard turned to shut my door, when a black streak shot 
from under the bushes, jumped up the steps, and hid 
beneath my feet. The door banged, and the train 



234 O ur Devoted Friend, The Dog 

moved off, but not for an hour did the dear dog feel 
that it was safe to creep from his hiding-place. Then 
he sat by my side and was fed with sandwiches and bis- 
cuits to make up for his long fast. And ever since he 
has been my constant companion." 

Captain John Codman, of Boston, writes in the New 
York Times : 

" Many years ago I was the second mate on the 
ship Carolina of Boston, commanded by Captain Ste- 
phen Lemist. He had on board a fine black shaggy 
Newfoundland dog called Neptune. ' Nep ' was the 
pet of all hands as well as of his master. He had the 
full liberty of the quarter-deck, and sometimes availed 
himself of it by carelessly walking about on the taff- 
rail. We were bound to New Orleans, and were being 
towed up the Mississippi in company with four other 
vessels. ' Nep ' was walking on the rail as was his 
occasional custom, when he unfortunately lost his bal- 
ance and fell overboard. It was impossible to stop 
without disarranging the tow, which the captain of the 
tug would not consent to do. So Captain Lemist and 
the grief-stricken crew were constrained to leave the 
dog to his fate. For a while he swam after the fleet, 
but finding that he could not keep up with us, he struck 
out for the Western shore of the river, seeing that he 
was nearest to that side. The only satisfaction that we 
had was that his life was in no danger, for we were 
sure that he would reach the land. As for ourselves, we 
mourned that we had forever parted company with 
our dear shipmate, and the captain, as I can see him 
now, laid his head upon the binnacle and sobbed like a 
child. We were about fifty miles below New Orleans 



Intelligence of Dogs 235 

at the time of the accident, and in a few hours were 
berthed at the levee, where we remained for three days 
discharging our cargo. A freight of cotton and tobacco 
for London was engaged and we were towed up to 
Lafayette, some three or four miles above, to take it 
in, and were berthed the third outside in a tier of 
vessels, the cargo being carried on planks over the 
decks of the others. One morning after we had been 
there two days, as we were busily engaged at our work, 
to our utter astonishment ' Nep ' walked on board ! 

" It is almost needless to say that our joy equalled his 
own. Wagging his organ of recognition, as a dog's 
tail has so aptly been termed, and crying in a dog's 
language of delight, he jumped upon every one of his 
old friends, entirely ignoring the stevedores, whom he 
did not know, and then rushed down the companion- 
way in search of the captain, who did not happen to be 
on board. Then he came on deck dejected and woe-be- 
gone, taking no further interest in any of us beyond 
casting about his inquiring looks. I expect to be be- 
lieved, for I am telling the truth, when I say that the 
big tears stood in his eyes. The captain had gone 
ashore to his consignee's office in the city, as the chief 
mate knew. ' Come, Nep,' said he, ' come along.' Nep 
understood him readily enough as he jumped on the 
stage over the other vessels' decks, and followed him 
down to the office, where he was clasped in his fond 
master's arms. There is not a particle of fiction in 
this pathetic story. How Neptune found his ship was 
beyond our ken ; we merely guessed that he had traveled 
fifty miles up the river till he came to th?*ferry, crossed 
over to New Orleans and then found his way up to La- 




236 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

fayette, walked over two tiers of ships and reached his 
old home again. 

" How did he find it ? He yearned to tell us, for he 
knew that it was in our minds to ask him. But, alas, 
he could not speak. He was denied the gift that God 
has given to so many human brutes who have immortal 
souls, while he, when ' life's fitful fever ' was ended, 
went back to dust whence all of us came. But who 
knows if this is true? Why should a dog not be im- 
mortal because, although with two legs more than a 
man, he happens to have no voice, and why should all 
men be immortal because they can stand up on two legs 
and make more noise than dogs from their mouths? " 

Mr. Angell in Our Dumb Animals, March, 1898. 
well answers the question about " Any future life for 
animals? " "John Wesley, the founder of Methodism, 
thought there was. So did those eminent Christian 
bishops, Jeremy Taylor and Bishop Butler. Coleridge 
advocated it in England, Lamartine in France and 
Agassiz in America. Agassiz, the greatest scientist we 
ever had on this continent, and a man of profound 
religious convictions, was a firm believer in some 
future life for the lower animals. A professor of Har- 
vard University has compiled a list of one hundred and 
eighty-five European authors who have written on the 
subject. Many years ago a man left by will to Mr. 
Bergh's New York Society about a hundred and fifty 
thousand dollars. Relatives contested the will on the 
ground that he was insane because he believed in a 
future life for. animals. The judge, in sustaining the 
will, said he fmind that more than half the human race 
believed the same thing." 



Intelligence of Dogs 237 

Agassiz said : " In some incomprehensible way, God 
Almighty has created these beings, and I cannot doubt 
of their immortality any more than I doubt of my 
own." Luther, Horatius Bonar, Dean Stanley, Dr. 
Adam Clark, Mrs. Somerville, Canon Kingsley, Byron, 
the Rev. Dr. Chalmers, Keble, General Gordon and 
others believed with Agassiz. 

The New York Times tells of a large black New- 
foundland dog who used to draw a little boy in his 
cart each morning to school, and go after him at the 
close of the day. One evening as the dog lay appar- 
ently asleep, his owner, who had been fined for neglect- 
ing to pay his dog tax, said, " Wife, I must get 
rid of the dog; I cannot afford so much expense for 
him." 

The dog got up, went to the door and asked to go 
out. He ran away, and never could be persuaded to 
return. He went to a store where the clerk had some- 
times petted him, and insisted upon staying, so the 
clerk bought him. He would carry messages or parcels 
to the house from the store, and if disturbed on the 
route by any other dog, he would deliver his bundle, 
and then return and whip the offender. 

A friend of mine vouches for this story : A mem- 
ber of the household said, " The dog tax is two dollars, 
and I cannot afford to pay it. The dog will have to be 
killed." The dog disappeared and later returned with 
something in his mouth. It was examined and found 
to be a two dollar bill. It was believed that the dog 
knew where a pocket book was kept, opened it, and took 
out the money, probably not knowing trflT value of the 
bill. 



238 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

An intoxicated man in Trenton, says the New York 
World for September, 1898, tried to climb a telegraph 
pole, when his Scotch terrier caught hold of his cloth- 
ing and attempted to stop such a dangerous exhibition 
of himself. A policeman ordered the man down and 
arrested him. The man was fined five dollars in the 
Police Court, and got permission to send his dog, 
Tinker, home for the money. He was sufficiently 
sobered by this time to write a note, and then said to 
the dog as he tied it to his neck, " Go right straight 
home and then come right back here." Tinker wagged 
his tail, and ran out of court. In a half hour he re- 
turned, still wagging his tail, and the man took the 
note off his neck, which had five dollars in it, and paid 
his fine. Tinker was quite as much rejoiced as his 
master, and jumped about and barked in a most joyous 
manner. 

The proprietor of the Sheridan House, at Elizabeth, 
N. J., owns a valuable setter, Fannie, says the New 
York Journal. The receipts of the hotel for two days 
he had placed between the leaves of his bank book, and 
started for the bank to deposit the money. When he 
reached the bank he put his hand in his pocket, but the 
book was missing. Hurrying back toward the hotel he 
met Fannie coming toward him with the book in her 
mouth. She had found it probably as he left the hotel 
and had scented his footsteps to follow him. 

Dogs can be taught to steal as well as to be honest. 
A lady and her husband were standing before the Hoff- 
man House, New York, says the New York World, 
March. 1900, when a black and tan terrier snatched 
a handsome purse from the lady's hand, and rushed 



Intelligence of Dogs 239 

away to a showily dressed woman who disappeared in 
the crowd. 

Dogs become almost as skilful as their masters, if 
properly taught. It is said that the dog of Herr Gus- 
tav von Moser, the naturalist, who has collected snakes 
from almost every part of the world, has a dog, Disc, 
a bright little fox terrier, who knows a harmless snake 
from a poisonous one, as quickly as his owner. 

The New York Commercial Advertiser tells of a boy 
in Chicago who taught a Great Dane puppy to sit on 
the seat of his delivery wagon, hold the reins in his 
teeth, and pull back if the horse started before the boy 
came back. Recently, the horse shied, threw the driver 
from his seat, and started to run away, the reins drag- 
ging on the ground. Then the dog put into practice 
what he had been taught. He dashed after the run- 
away, seized the lines, and pulled back with all his 
might, till his master, not seriously injured, came to the 
rescue. 

A white setter stopped another runaway in Chicago 
in the summer of 1897. The driver had been thrown 
out, when the setter climbed upon the seat, seized the 
lines in his teeth, then jumped into the bottom of the 
wagon, running to the rear and bracing himself. He 
pulled and sawed as he had seen his master do, prob- 
ably, till the horse slackened his speed, and a half 
dozen men stopped him. Then the dog jumped down 
under the horse's head, and awaited the coming of the 
driver. 

G. de Montanban in Forest and Stream, tells of his 
St. Bernard, who every morning when the mail car- 
rier has passed the house, at 9 130, plants himself at the 



240 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

front door and waits for him to go to the Post Office. 
He whines and howls till his master goes, and expresses 
great delight when he is ready. At i 150 p. M V the 
time for the afternoon mail, he repeats his wish to go, 
and joy at going. The dog is so gentle and kind, says 
the writer, " If a whole regiment of tramps were to 
parade through the house, I doubt if he would do any- 
thing but put up his paw and ask to be petted. Last 
summer I had him at the lake, and when I went away 
for two days he just sat on the extreme end of the 
boat landing and silently wept. I didn't know dogs 
could cry that way." 

My own St. Bernard, when I went to Chicago to the 
World's Fair, howled day by day, all the time I was 
gone, and became thin and dejected. When I returned, 
her joy was so great, that we feared she would die. 
The pet dog of Asa Gray, the renowned botanist of 
Harvard University, died of joy when his master re- 
turned after a year's absence in Europe. 

A grizzly St. Bernard decided a case in court the 
other day in the Superior Civil Court, to the satisfac- 
tion of judge, jury and witnesses, says the Boston 
Daily Traveler, November 14, 1898. 

" About a year ago the dog was kidnapped from a 
Revere farmer, and subsequently sold to a Brookline 
livery stable keeper for $50. 

" The Revere farmer advertised, but to no purpose. 
Business one day took him to Brookline. He was ac- 
companied by his six-year-old daughter. 

' They were driving slowly through the main street. 
Suddenly the child uttered a cry. 

"'Look, pa! Oh, look! look! Carlo! Carlo!' 



Intelligence of Dogs 241 

" There on the green, with tail extended and eye 
dilated, his great body trembling with the excite- 
ment caused by that voice he loved, stood kidnapped 
' Carlo.' 

" ' Oh, come, Carlo ! ' cried the child eagerly. There 
was a merry bark, and the dog was by the side of the 
wagon in a twinkling, wagging his bushy tail and 
prancing in doggish glee. The farmer of course took 
possession of the dog. The Brooklinite laid his griev- 
ance before the court. 

" It took two days to hear the case. 

" The complainant put in evidence to show that he 
purchased the dog of the man who reared him. On the 
other hand, the defendant described every mark and 
scar on the dog. 

" ' I think I'll postpone the trial in order to have the 
dog in court as a witness,' said the judge. 

" A deputy sheriff brought the canine to court the 
day following. 

" ' Carlo ! ' called the livery stable keeper. The dog 
only sniffed and moved uneasily. 

'*' ' Oh, Carlo ! Carlo ! ' cried the farmer's child. 
The huge St. Bernard's tail went round. In another 
second he was bounding down the corridor to his mis- 
tress. 

" The case then was submitted to the jury, and after 
five minutes' deliberating the jury returned with a 
verdict for the farmer." 

Dash, who carried the mail for ten years for his 
master, Walter C. Wilmer, postmaster at Vailsburg, N. 
J., died in January, 1899. The mail came twice a day 
by trolley car from South Orange, and rain or shine, 



242 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

Dash was there to carry it to his master, and receive 
a soda cracker for his good deed. 

Roy is an English mastiff, belonging to Miss Mil- 
dred Sherman of Syracuse, N. Y., says the New York 
World for October 28, 1898. 

" He has come into notice particularly the past year 
or two, because of his association with the Kanatenah 
Club House, which is one of the historic mansions of 
the city, as it was the homestead of the Hamilton White 
family, pioneers in cultivation and wealth among Syra- 
cuse's best people. 

" Mrs. Sherman sold the homestead to the club and 
when the family left the house, Roy, the family dog, 
was also removed; but he rebelled against a change of 
quarters and refuses to live anywhere but at the club 
house. 

" This club is the largest social club in the State and 
has for a membership nearly 300 of the representative 
women of the city. Roy is indifferent to blandish- 
ments, never anything but gentle, yet always dignifiedly 
reserved. 

" His intelligence has been evinced in many ways, 
but in none as in his deportment during several opera- 
tions for the removal of a growth from one of his eye- 
lids. 

" A prominent specialist consented to take Roy as a 
patient because ' he is so near human,' as the doctor 
says. 

" Roy was impressed with the ordeal the first time, 
and the second time, while waiting in the doctor's re- 
ception room, he acted as if he were bracing himself for 
the ordeal. When the time came, after demurring 





i. GIVGER, owned by Mr. Henry C. Buchanan, Trenton, X. J. (p. 218). 
2. ROY. owned by Miss Mildred Sherman, Syracuse, N. Y. 



Intelligence of Dogs 243 

vigorously, he listened to his young mistress for a 
few moments while she reasoned with him. Then he 
rushed up the stairs into the operating-room, stepped 
into the chair and turned his head toward the doctor 
and quietly permitted the operation. Once since he has 
had the excrescence removed and returned the next day, 
as if to thank the doctor for his kindness. Roy is 
social in his* habits, and after going to a place once 
always returns soon after to make a call. He visits 
one store for meat, the milk association for milk, a 
boarding-house, and is a frequenter of a saloon. He 
does not indulge in intoxicants, so why he visits the last 
named place is not known. 

" He resents a snub of any kind, and never puts him- 
self in the way of a second one. One of the resident 
members of the club, to whom he became attached, sent 
him from her room one evening, and he has never paid 
her any attention since." 

I wrote to Miss Sherman to verify these facts and 
received this interesting letter : "In regard to the 
article in the New York World about my dog Roy, it 
gives me great pleasure to tell you that it is all true 
and a great deal more besides that would be of interest 
to any lover of animals. The article in the World was 
an extract from a much longer one that appeared in a 
Syracuse paper and I regret very much that I am not 
able to send it to you. Roy lived to be nearly ten years 
old, a ripe old age for a mastiff, I believe. He died last 
summer. 

" He was a remarkable dog in many ways, not a 
thoroughbred, although a fine dog, and had the intelli- 
gence that is so often found in a cross. He came to 



244 O ur Devoted Friend, The Dog 

me when he was only three weeks old and from that 
time we were constant companions. But every other 
affection was overshadowed by his love for his home. 
The first night we spent in our new house, he cried like 
a homesick child and early next morning was gone and 
never stayed with us for more than two or three days 
at a time after that until he grew so lame that it was 
very hard for him to walk and then he made us longer 
visits. 

" Roy was very fond of company and could not bear 
to be alone, and as our new home was quite a distance 
from the center of the city and his old haunts, he did 
not like it. 

" Every one in town knew him and when he walked 
anywhere with me he was greeted by almost every one 
we passed with a familiar ' Hello, Roy.' People whom 
I had never seen seemed to know him well. But he 
was never demonstrative and usually received caresses 
with a bored air. One of the funniest things about him 
was that he usually came to see us at the new home on 
Sunday. He would arrive late Saturday night or 
early Sunday morning and remain until Monday. We 
accounted for this by the fact that the saloons and 
grocers where he spent a good deal of his time were 
closed. No impression could be made on him by whip- 
ping, but he remembered a scolding for weeks. When 
I would get ready to go out, Roy would look at me in 
an appealing way, but he was too proud to make any 
effort to follow me unless I called him. But if I did not 
take him, he would not look at me when I returned 
and would hardly notice me for days. He was like a 
sensitive, high-tempered person. 



Intelligence of Dogs 245 

" The most intelligent thing he ever did was when 
my uncle, Mr. Hamilton White, died. It was a 
little over a year ago. He had always been very 
much interested in fires and had a fine private engine 
house. He finally lost his life at a fire and the ac- 
count of his tragic death was printed in the papers 
all over the country. There was a tremendous 
crowd at his funeral, the church was filled and many 
people stood outside who could not get in, and in 
the midst of it all was Roy. How he got there, we 
never knew, as he had been at the club for a week. 
Every one said that the grief displayed by that dog 
was the saddest thing they had ever seen. He stood 
outside the church doors and would not be driven 
away, but walked mournfully up and down with droop- 
ing head and tail. At last some one who knew him 
came and insisted on taking him inside the church, 
saying that it was as evident as if he had spoken 
that he understood. 

" While he was undergoing the operation referred to 
in the World, Roy showed more courage than most hu- 
man beings would under the same circumstances. The 
tumor had to be cut from his eye three different times 
and Dr. Brown who did it and who is a very well 
known specialist said that Roy was one of the best 
patients he had. The dog would tremble all over with 
pain and fright, but would stand with his front feet on 
a chair and hold his head immovable. He had an ab- 
scess on his foot at one time, and when it was lanced 
he showed the keenest interest in the operation. 

" I hope that you will be able to use some of the 
anecodotes that I send you, and if you wish for further 



246 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

details, I should be delighted to give them, as Roy's 
strange and intelligent doings are an inexhaustible 
subject. " Very sincerely, 

" MILDRED SHERMAN." 

Our Dumb Animals, March, 1897, quotes from the 
Philadelphia Ledger as follows: 

" A physician residing in New Hope, N. J., has a 
favorite dog, which usually meets his master at the rail- 
road. On a recent occasion the doctor did not find 
him at the station. On reaching his house the doctor 
found the dog waiting him on the porch, with another 
dog. As the doctor passed into the house his own dog 
remained outside, as well-bred dogs are taught to do. 
But the strange dog pushed in and overwhelmed the 
doctor with caresses. When he took a chair the dog 
climbed with his breast upon the doctor's knee, and one 
paw affectionately upon his shoulder. This very de- 
monstrative behavior led to investigation, and upon ex- 
amining the other paw a pin was found sticking in 
the flesh. It was of course extracted. It could not be 
said in this case that the doctor's fee was ' no great 
shakes/ for the vibrations of the tail of the patient. 
' discharged cured/ were something to wonder at, as he 
trotted out. It is not remarkable or uncommon that a 
dog should, when in pain, .appeal for help. But that 
a physician's dog should bring his master a subject 'for 
treatment, certainly is a remarkable proof of animal 
sagacity." 

Our Dumb Animals for May, 1897, has this incident 
showing memory and gratitude: 

" Hon. Francis S. Hesseltine of our Boston Bar 



Intelligence of Dogs 247 

sends us the following written to him by Dr. J. Lang- 
don Sullivan, a prominent physician of Maiden, 
Mass. : 

" ' The facts you ask for are as follows : Twenty 
years ago a gentleman brought to my office, 310 Main 
street, Maiden, a large, very handsome intelligent 
spaniel dog, whose nigh foreleg was badly broken, the 
bone being grown out of place. On the master's assur- 
ance that the dog would not bite me, I set the leg. 
Drawing the bony fragments into place caused severe 
unavoidable pain. The animal whimpered, but dis- 
played no anger, and allowed the dressing to remain 
undisturbed until I removed it, when firm union had 
resulted. I saw no more of my canine patient nor of 
his owner for two years. Then (again on a summer's 
morning) I heard a loud scratching at my office door, 
I opened it and there stood my old spaniel friend, wag- 
ging his tail. Beside him stood a fine black and tan 
with a round French nail driven clear through his right 
paw. I patted the spaniel, called both dogs in, removed 
the nail and sent both away happy, trotting side by side 
as if nothing had happened. I have never seen any- 
thing of either since.' ' 

Lemuel Collins of Bath, Me., has a dog named 
Pomp, who whenever requested to do so, will fill the 
wood box, carrying the wood stick by stick in his 
mouth from the shed to the kitchen and depositing it 
in the wood box, until the box is filled. 

A Boston terrier, running on the thin ice of Jamaica 
Pond, broke through about a hundred feet from the 
shore. A boy procured a rope and threw the end to 
him, which the dog at once seized with his teeth and 



248 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

held on while the boy drew the grateful creature to the 
shore. 

Mr. J. St. Loe Strachey in his Dog Stories from 
the Spectator, gives the following: " Dr. Walter F. 
Atlee writes to the editor of the Philadelphia Medical 
Times : 

" In a letter recently received from Lancaster, where 
my father resides, it is said : ' A queer thing occurred 
just now. Father was in the office, and heard a dog 
yelping outside the door; he paid no attention until a 
second and louder yelp was heard, when he opened it, 
and found a little brown dog standing on the step upon 
three legs. He brought him in, and on examining the 
fourth leg, found a pin sticking in it. He drew out 
the pin, and the dog ran away again.' The office of 
my father, Dr. Atlee, is not directly on the street, but 
stands back, having in front of it some six feet of stone 
wall with a gate. I will add that it has not been possi- 
ble to discover anything more about the dog. 

' This story reminds me of something similar that 
occurred to me while studying medicine in the same 
office nearly thirty years ago. A man named Cosgrove, 
the keeper of a low tavern near the railroad station, had 
his arm broken, and came many times to the office to 
have the dressings arranged. He was always accom- 
panied by a large, most ferocious-looking bull-dog, 
that watched me most attentively, and most unpleas- 
antly to me, while bandaging his master's arm. A few 
weeks after Cosgrove's case was discharged, I heard 
a noise at the office door, as if some animal was pawing 
it, and on opening it, saw there this huge bull-dog, 
accompanied by another dog that held up one of its 



Intelligence of Dogs 249 

front legs, evidently broken. They entered the office. 
I cut several pieces of wood, and fastened them firmly 
to the leg with adhesive plaster, after straightening the 
limb. They left immediately. The dog that came with 
Cosgrove's dog I never saw before nor since. Do not 
these stories adequately show that the dogs reasoned 
and drew new impressions for a new experience? " 

The December, 1899, Journal of Zoophily copies 
from the Denver Post this interesting account of some 
shepherd dogs : 

" The most celebrated breed of shepherd dogs ever 
known in the West," said Jud Bristol, the old-time 
Sheep man of Fort Collins, Col., " were those bred 
from a pair of New Zealand dogs brought to Colorado 
in 1875. I had several of their pups on my ranges, 
and could fill a volume with instances of their rare in- 
telligence and faithfulness. 

" I remember one pup in particular. He was only 
six months old when he was sent out one day to work 
on the range. At night, when the herd was brought 
up to the corrals, we saw at once that a part of the herd 
was missing. There were 1,600 head in the bunch 
when they went out in the morning, but when we put 
them through the chute we found that 200 were miss- 
ing. The pup was also missing. Well, all hands 
turned out for the search. We hunted all that night 
and all of the next day, and did not find the lost sheep 
until along toward night. But they were all herded in 
a little draw, about five miles from home, and there was 
the faithful dog standing guard. The wolves were 
very plentiful in those days, and the dog had actually 
hidden the sheep from the animals in the draw. The 



250 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

poor fellow was nearly famished, as he had been for 
thirty-six hours without food or water. From that 
day he became a hero, but was so badly affected by 
hunger, exposure, and thirst, and subsequent over-feed- 
ing and petting, that he died not long afterward. 

" This same pup's mother was an especially fine ani- 
mal. One night the herder brought in his flocks and 
hurried to his cabin to cook himself some supper, for 
he was more than usually hungry. But he missed 
the dog, which usually followed him to the cabin of an 
evening to have her supper. The herder thought it 
rather strange, but made no search for the dog that 
night. But when he went down to the corrals the 
next morning he found the gate open and the faithful 
dog standing guard over the flocks. This herder, in 
his haste the night v before, had forgotten to close the 
gate, and the dog, more faithful than her master, had 
remained at her post all night, though suffering from 
hunger and thirst. 

" On another occasion this same dog was left to 
watch a flock of sheep near the fyerder's cabin while 
the herder got his supper. After he had eaten his 
supper he went out to where the sheep were and told 
the dog to put the sheep in the corral. This she re- 
fused to do, and, although she had had no supper, she 
started off over the prairie as fast as she could go. The 
herder put the sheep in the. corral and went to bed. 
About midnight he was awakened by the loud barking 
of a dog down by the corrals. He got up, dressed him- 
self, and went down to the corrals, and there found the 
dog with a band of about fifty sheep, which had strayed 
off during the previous day without the herder's knowl- 



Intelligence of Dogs 251 

edge, but the poor dog knew it, and also knew they 
ought to be corralled, and she did it." 

The New York Sun relates this story of a dog called 
Jim, in eastern Oregon, owned by Bob Thompson : 

" At the time of the Bannock uprising Thompson 
and his men were herding sheep ten miles from Pendle- 
ton. One morning a messenger rode up in hot haste, 
warning the shepherds to flee for their lives, as the 
Indians were on the war-path. The shepherds fled. 
Only the dogs and sheep were left. 

" For the next few days the dogs came straggling 
into Pendleton one by one, and within a week they 
were all present or accounted for, all but Jim. At the 
end of a month the Indian uprising had been put down 
and Thompson went out to look for his sheep. 

" He had left 2,000 and he found 6,000, all quietly 
feeding together. As he rode near he saw, perched on 
a tall butte, a black object that turned out to be Jim, 
who gave his master a frantic welcome and then 
proudly started with him to inspect the band. 

" Single-handed, Jim had taken care of those sheep 
for thirty days, driving them to fresh pastures each 
day. Every stray band that he met he had chased into 
his drove, until he had become the king herder of the 
bunchgrass country. Hard work had agreed with him, 
and he was as fat as a possum in persimmon time. Jim 
is gone now, but his memory is respected by every wool 
puller in Umatilla county." 

A. R. Alpine tells this story of two shepherd dogs : 
"The late Rev. Myron Reed, in addition to being an 
able champion and warm-hearted friend of the poor 
and oppressed of the human race, was also a great lover 



252 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

of animals. Some years ago he told me the following 
true story of the remarkable sagacity of two dogs, 
which he considered the greatest dog story he had ever 
heard. 

" It was the custom of several sheep-ranch owners in 

Colorado to winter their flocks in a" certain sheltered 

valley in the mountains. Their summer ranches were 

, widely separated ; and the sheep were driven many 

miles, usually in October, to the winter rendezvous. 

" Among the number who thus wintered their sheep 
were two men who were partners, and their flock was 
generally among the first to arrive. But one fall their 
flock had not reached the valley, even after all the other 
ranchmen, with their thousands of sheep, were assem- 
bled. This occasioned much uneasiness; but, finally, 
the leaders of the belated flock began to come in, and in 
a day or two the last of the flock were driven in by the 
two dogs belonging to the partners. And still the men 
themselves did not appear. Fearing foul play, the 
other ranchmen detailed two of their number to make 
a thorough investigation. Accordingly, these men 
rode over the trail made by the flock, making care- 
ful search for the missing partners. At the end of the 
second day they reached a stream, on the further side 
of which the flock had evidently been halted for several 
days, waiting for the high water in the river to subside 
before they could cross. But no traces of the owners 
could yet be found. Not until the two men had ridden 
back over the whole route, and reached the summer 
ranch, was the mystery solved. There they found the 
remains of the unfortunate partners, murdered, as was 



Intelligence of Dogs 253 

subsequently learned, by a party of Mexicans in Au- 
gust. 

" From that time until October the flock had received 
no care except from the two* faithful dogs; and the 
instinct or reason of these two sagacious animals was 
so very wonderful that, when the proper time came to 
take up the march for the distant winter quarters, these 
two noble creatures, unaided, started, guided, and 
drove the large flock over the entire distance, which 
consumed two weeks' time, and but one of the dogs 
had ever been over the route before." 

Old Shep, the guardian of the Central Park sheep 
in New York, is thus described by Franklin H. North 
in St. Nicholas, August, 1884. " At one end of the 
fold, distant only a few feet from the sheep, lies the 
collie. Indeed, Shep would not be at ease away from 
the sheep, for, though eighteen years old, he has lived 
among them from his infancy. Like many another 
shepherd dog, Shep, when but a few weeks old, was put 
under the care of an ewe whose lambs had been taken 
from her to make room for him, and hence he doubtless 
feels himself a sort of kinsman of the flock. Even for 
a collie, Shep is unusually sagacious, and in many in- 
stances has shown an intelligence almost human. 

" A few years ago, Shep being even then an old dog, 
an attempt was made to supersede him with a younger 
dog of more acute hearing. So poor old Shep was led 
away; and, evidently divining what was going on, 
showed many signs of distress. He was given to a 
gentleman who owns a farm in Putnam county, New 
York more than fifty miles distant from New York 



254 O UF Devoted Friend, The Dog 

city. Arrived at the farm, Shep was wont to sit on the 
lawn before the house and look intently in the direc- 
tion whence he had been brought. Neither the kindly 
words of his new master nor the marrowy bones plenti- 
fully bestowed upon him by his mistress, served to 
cheer up his faithful old heart or lessen his longing to 
be back with the flock he loved so well. 

" One day the Park Superintendent came up to the 
farm on a visit, and Shep's heart beat with delight ; for 
he imagined, though wrongly, that it was for him that 
the visitor had come. His new master took the su- 
perintendent out into a field to see some fine cows, and 
Shep followed; but the cows became restive at the 
sight of the dog. 

" ' Go home, Shep ! ' said his new master, turning 
sharply upon him. Shep, when he got this command, 
brightened up immediately. His eyes opened wide and 
his bushy tail, which had drooped ever since he took up 
his new quarters, rose high in the air and curled over 
his back with its wonted grace. He understood the 
words of the order perfectly; but he knew only one 
* home/ and that was in the Central Park sheep-fold, 
and with an alacrity that did credit to his good lirhbs, 
he bounded off in the direction where he knew it stood. 
He had come by way of a steamboat that landed at 
Poughkeepsie, and with a sagacity that might he looked 
for in a human being, but could hardly be expected in 
the canine family, he found his way at once to the 
wharf. There, not being able to read the time-table 
posted upon the wharf-shed, he sat down behind some 
barrels and waited patiently for the boat to come. But 
the boat started from the upper Hudson and did not 



Intelligence of Dogs 255 

call at Poughkeepsie until late in the afternoon. Shep 
seemed to know that it would come at last, however, 
and he improved the interval in taking a few quiet 
dozes under the shed. When the boat arrived, almost 
the first passenger to get aboard was Shep; he made 
the embarkation in just three bounds, and forgetting 
all about buying a ticket, hid himself at once among 
some great cases of merchandise lying on the main 
deck, where he remained, composed and comfortable, 
during the journey. The boat, in due time, reached the 
wharf at the foot of West Twenty-third street, New 
York city; and, as may be imagined, Shep did not 
tarry on the way between the wharf and the Central 
Park. Long before his fellow-passengers had their lug- 
gage safely landed, Shep had reached the fold and was 
being hailed by the sheep with unmistakable evidences 
of delight. And from that day, the Park Superintend- 
ent, Mr. Conklin, a warm-hearted man, would not per- 
mit any one to remove the faithful collie from the fold. 

" Shep, much to his disappointment, found another 
and a younger dog in his former position of protector 
of the flock, but he was at once appointed as instructor 
to the young dog." 

The writer adds this good story about the younger 
Shep ; " Sheep dogs, like old Shep and young Shep, 
rarely get bones, and consequently, when they do have 
the good fortune to receive such a delicacy, they are in- 
clined to take very good care of it. 

" Young Shep, when he had picked the bone to his 
complete satisfaction for the time, used to dig a hole 
in the yard, and put the bone in it, thus making pro- 
vision in time of plenty for a possible famine in the 



256 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

future. Seeing this, old Shep, who, if he is losing his 
hearing, is by no means parting with his scent, got 
into the habit of going about the yard in want of a 
nibble, and digging up the youngster's favorite bones. 
This was too much for young Shep, and he set himself 
to outwit the learned canine professor. Being given an 
unusually delicious and delicate chicken-bone one day, 
just after his dinner, he looked around for a safe de- 
pository until his appetite should return and he could 
enjoy the feast to his heart's content. As said before, 
young Shep is a thinking dog, and it did not take him 
long to hit upon a plan by which the voracious appetite 
of his revered instructor might be foiled at least in 
so far as the appropriation of his junior's property was 
concerned. 

" He first dug an unusually deep pit, scratching away 
with his forepaws for a long time. In the bottom of 
the deep hole he carefully buried the juicy chicken-bone, 
covering it with a good supply of fresh clay. The hole 
was now only half full, and young Shep was seen 
searching the yard from end to end. Finally he found 
what he sought! It was an old bone that had been 
picked clean and even the edges of which had been 
nibbled off. This he carried over to the newly made 
hole, into which he dropped it, covering it in turn with 
a bountiful supply of clay. 

' The next day old Shep bethought him that he 
would like a good bone to nibble. So he searched about 
the yard. The newly turned earth assured him that a 
bone was below, and his nose affirmed it. He went to 
work with a will, and his labors were soon rewarded by 
the sight of a bone. But such a bone! No meat ad- 



Intelligence of Dogs 257 

hered to its sides, and it was almost white in some 
places from exposure to the weather. Old Shep just 
toyed with it for a few moments and then carried it to 
the farther end of the yard, where he dropped it. 
Meantime, young- Shep had come to the door of the fold 
and had seen what was going on with ill-concealed 
anxiety. No sooner had Shep retired from the vicinity 
of the hole, however, than the younger dog was there, 
digging with all his might; and a few minutes later 
old Shep, at the other end of the yard, saw him extract 
from the same hole where he himself had been digging, 
a fine, juicy chicken-bone, that almost made his mouth 
water." 

Old Shep used to count the sheep at night, stand- 
ing at the gate of the fold and touch each one with his 
fore-paw as it passed in. If one was missing he always 
knew it, and rushed off after it, and brought it back. 
Young Shep was finally taken away from the park by 
his owner, and the dog at present, March, 1900, with 
the sheep was given about a year ago by Hon. W. R. 
Grace. 

A bird dog and a Newfoundland are owned re- 
spectively by Mrs. Taylor and Mrs. Murray of Rock- 
ton, N. Y. Both animals are devoted to Mrs. 
Taylor's four-year-old boy. Recently, one morn- 
ing Frank, the bird dog came to his mistress and 
pulled at her dress. As she paid no attention, the dog 
went upstairs to the bed of the little boy, and pulled 
his nightclothes to wake him up. Then he went down- 
stairs and ran to the front door barking. Mrs. Taylor, 
thinking that something must be wrong, opened the 
door, and followed her dog. They soon found the New- 



258 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

foundland with his foot caught fast in some stone 
work from which he could not extricate it. Both dogs 
followed her into the house, and remained for several 
hours, as though to show their gratitude. 

Pearson's Magazine has the following interesting 
story. Squire Rutlandshire lost two hunting dogs, 
and made up his mind that they had been stolen. After 
a long time they returned, thin and miserable. A 
neighbor who was hunting, came across a broken bank, 
where his dogs seemed uneasy at a hole in the ground. 
They would not leave the place, until he procured a 
spade and began to dig. Eight feet of earth was 
cleared away, when he discovered the dogs of his 
neighbor, where they had been buried by the bank 
caving in, when they were digging for a rabbit, prob- 
ably. They had been confined for thirteen days, and 
were nearly starved. The rescuing dogs followed the 
rescued home, and prompt attention saved their lives. 

In England dogs are often used as collectors for 
charitable institutions. Leo, a St. Bernard, collects for 
the Cork Women and Children's Hospital. Since 1892 
he has taken in 2,500. Leo knows his own bank and 
pays his money regularly. 

Schnapsie, a dachshund, the property ol Mrs. Her- 
bert Allingham, 25 Grosvenor Square, London, has 
collected for children at the Great Northern Central 
Hospital and for other charities about 1,500. The 
cot in the hospital will be called " Doggie's Cot " in 
the Duchess of York's ward. He is assisted by Dai 
Mikado, a Japanese spaniel, who recently collected 3 
at a children's afternoon party. Tim, an Irish Airedale 
terrier, collects for the Widows' and Orphans' Fund on 




SCHNAPSIE. 

Owned by Mrs. Herbert Allingham, London, England. 



Intelligence of Dogs 259 

the platform at Paddington Station. Jack, a yellow re- 
triever, collects for orphans, on the Basingstoke Station 
platform. Spot, of Salisbury, has collected in two 
years for various charities 25,166 coins, which he has 
picked up himself and put in his box. Joe, the Folkes- 
tone collector, has added over 21 to the Hospital. A 
toy spaniel collects on Hospital Saturday at Charing 
Cross railway station. Pat, the " Pet of Southsea," a 
collie, for over three years has collected for the Royal 
Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. The 
latter seems especially appropriate work for dogs. 

" I was once staying with Lord Kinnaird at hi z seat 
in Scotland," says an exchange, " when his Lordship 
expressed a wish that I should see some of his prize 
sheep, which were then feeding with some hundreds 
more on the brow of a hill, about three miles from the 
house. Calling his shepherd he kindly asked him to 
have the prize sheep fetched up as quickly as he could. 
The shepherd whistled, when a fine old sheep-dog ap- 
peared before him, and, seated on his hindquarters, evi- 
dently awaited orders. What passed between the shep- 
herd and the dog I know not, but the faithful creature 
manifestly understood his' instructions. 

" Do you believe that the dog will bring the sheep 
to us out of your flock? " I asked. 

" Wait awhile, and you will see," said his lordship. 
The dog now darted off towards the sheep, at the same 
time giving a significant bark, which immediately called 
forth two younger sheep dogs to join in the mission. 
Accustomed as I was to the remarkable sagacity of 
collie dogs, I was amazed at what now took place. On 
one side of the hill was a river, on the other side a dense 



260 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

forest. One of the younger dogs, on arriving at the 
foot of the hill turned to the left, while the other darted 
off to the right. The former stationed himself between 
the sheep and the forest, while the latter stood between 
the sheep and the river. The old dog now darted into 
the middle of the flock, when the sheep scampered right 
and left, but were kept at bay by the two watchers. 
The old dog^ speedily singled out the particular sheep 
desired and in a few minutes the three dogs were 
quietly driving them towards us; within about an hour 
of receiving the instructions the dogs brought the sheep 
up to the door of the mansion." 

" This is a true story. The dog lived in Algiers. 
This dog was clever about doing things. He was 
taught to go every morning to the baker's, and bring 
back a basket containing twelve rolls of bread. He 
was an honest dog, and never ate any of the bread. 
But one morning they could only find eleven rolls in the 
basket. Had any thief stolen a roll? This happened 
more than once, so they watched the dog. They were 
much astonished to find that on his return from the 
shop this kind-hearted dog passed a dark corner, where 
a poor suffering dog, with her starving puppies, lay 
quite helpless, and that he gave her one of the rolls. 
As he did this each morning the baker was told to send 
thirteen rolls, and the dog continued to bring home 
twelve. Presently he brought home thirteen, and they 
judged from this that his poor friend was quite well 
again and able to earn her own living." 

A correspondent of The London Spectator sends the 
following from Calgary, in Alberta: 

" My dog, a half-retriever, half-setter, has been with 



Intelligence of Dogs 261 

me for six years since I rescued him as a puppy with a 
can on his tail. He has followed me constantly, and 
though always very friendly with everybody, has been 
devoted to me both, indoors and out. Lately a change 
has come over him ; he would come into my room when 
called, but would take the first opportunity to go out. 

" He seemed to be dull, to have lost his old joyous- 
ness in our companionship. Last fall my children went 
to England, and I thought he missed them. He would 
leave my room to lie under the kitchen table, and would 
follow the hired boy about the place, so I told the house- 
keeper to keep him out of the kitchen, and the boy to 
take no notice of him. It made no difference. Forbid- 
den the kitchen, he would leave my room and lie in the 
hall. 

" He had always been accustomed to follow me al- 
most everywhere, whether riding or driving; but this 
year, thinking the journey to town (sixteen miles) and 
back too much for him, I had left him at the ranch 
when going to town. Last Saturday I was driving to 
town, the dog started to follow, and as the boy was 
going to send him back I said : ' Oh, never mind ; let 
him come,' and he came with us. 

" Now the whole mystery is explained. On our re- 
turn the dog quite resumed his old habits. The change 
was extraordinary. He comes into my room and stays 
there as a matter of course ; he greets me every morning 
on coming down stairs; he jumps around in the old 
joyous fashion when I go out in fact, is himself again. 
Evidently the trip to town was one of his most cher- 
ished privileges, and he took his own way to show that 
he had no use for a master who deprived him of it." 



262 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

This pretty story is told of the grandson of Robert 
Louis Stevenson and a Skye terrier : 

" The last that was seen of Mr. Stevenson, before 
the seizure which terminated in his death, he was laugh- 
ing on the porch with his wife's grandson, over little 
Austin's French lesson. Now, when this same Austin 
Strong was a baby, one night his parents were invited 
out to dine at the house of an intimate friend. They 
took their child with them, and when they went down 
stairs to the table, they left him asleep on the lounge in 
the hostess's dressing room. In the family of this 
hostess was a very bright pet dog. On this occasion 
Zoe for that was her name surpassed herself. When 
the baby's mother came back up stairs to look after 
him, she found him still asleep on the lounge. But 
beside him on his pillow was carefully laid a bone. Evi- 
dently Zoe had concluded, in her sage, canine mind, that 
he was neglected at this dinner hour, which always 
meant some tidbit, even for her. And so she had 
brought him something of her own to eat." 

Lippincott's Magazine tells this story of a dog who 
could count : ^.^ 

" A high bred collie received an injury a year or 
so ago through which she became permanently and 
totally blind. Recently she gave birth to a litter of six 
puppies, all of which were uniform in size and in mark- 
ings. Immediately after the birth of the puppies, the 
dog's owner had mother and young removed from 
the dark cellar in which they then were, and carried to 
a warm well-ventilated room in his stables. In the 
darkness of the cellar one of the puppies was overlooked 
and left behind. As soon as the mother entered the 



Intelligence of Dogs 263 

box in which her young had been placed, she pro- 
ceeded to examine them, nosing them about and lick- 
ing them. Suddenly she appeared to become very 
much disturbed about something; she jumped out of the 
box and then jumped back again, nosing the puppies as 
before. Again she jumped from the box and then made 
her way toward the cellar, followed by her astonished 
owner, who had begun to have an inkling as to what 
disturbed her. She had counted her young ones, and 
had discovered that one had been left behind. Sure 
enough, the abandoned puppy was soon found and car- 
ried in triumph to the new home. 

" So astonished was the gentleman at this blind crea- 
ture's intelligence that he resolved to experiment fur- 
ther. He removed another puppy and held it in his 
arms. It was not long before the blind mother showed 
her distress so plainly that her lost young one was re- 
stored to her." 

The Youth's Companion gives this story from the 
diary of Sir M. E. Grant Duff : 

" The clergyman has a small dog, which would de- 
light your soul. It is accustomed to sleep with his 
children, but never knows in whose" bed, as they fight 
for it every night. One evening all the household had 
gone out, leaving their supper, consisting of meat pies 
and little cakes, on the kitchen table. When they re- 
turned the eatables had entirely disappeared. When 
the children went to bed, however, each child found, 
under its counterpane, a meat pie and a little cake. In 
its uncertainty as to its resting-place, the dog had de- 
termined to be prepared for all emergencies." 
, "I am sure," says a correspondent of The Boston 



264 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

Transcript, " you will enjoy this story of a dog's in- 
telligence, which has the merit of being absolutely true. 
Schneider was a large, full-blooded, handsome setter. 
He was very fond of being with the boys, and one day 
they took him when they were going bathing. They 
bathed in a pond which was crossed by a railroad 
bridge carrying one track. While the boys bathed, 
Schneider sat on the track and watched them. Sud- 
denly, to the horror of the boys, a train appeared ; there 
was no time for the dog to get off the bridge, and it 
was too high for him to jump. The boys turned away 
to avoid the sight of the dog's death, and after the train 
had passed, looked about with a shudder at what they 
expected to behold. To their amazement the dog 
trotted off the bridge entirely unhurt. The engineer 
of the train explained afterward how the dog had es- 
caped. As the train approached, Schneider evidently 
saw that his situation was desperate, and quickly 
thought out his only way of safety. He stepped over 
the rail to the projecting ends of the sleepers, laid him- 
self down as flat as he possibly could, and let the train 
pass over him. The engineer saw it all, and as the train 
passed he looked back and saw that the lowest step just 
grazed the dog's back. Could a human being have 
reasoned more correctly and acted more quickly than 
the dog?" 

" When the reserves were called out in Greece in 
1897," says the London Daily News, " many poor sol- 
diers had to leave a dog unprovided for. One owner- 
less animal found a means of turning an honest penny. 
He used to visit a cafe under the arcade of Corfu, and 
beg, until some one gave him a pendura (Greek half- 



Intelligence of Dogs 265 

penny), which he promptly carried to the counter, and 
'exchanged for a cake. Those who frequented the cafe 
dubbed him ' Patata/ and were very good to him, as 
Greeks generally are to animals." 

Book-Bits has the following incident : 

" One summer afternoon a group of children were 
playing at the end of a pier which projects into Lake 
Ontario, near Kingston. The proverbir. . careless child 
of the party made the proverbial step backward from 
the pier into the water. None of his companions 
could save him, and their cries brought no one from the 
shore, when just as he was sinking for the third time, 
a superb Newfoundland dog rushed down the pier into 
the water, and pulled the boy out. Those of the chil- 
dren who did not accompany the boy home, took the 
dog to a confectioner's on the shore, and fed him with 
as great a variety of cakes and other sweets as he could 
eat. The next afternoon the same group of children 
were playing in the same place, when the canine hero of 
the day before came trotting down to them with the 
most friendly wags and nods. There being no occa- 
sion this time for supplying him with delicacies, the 
children only stroked and patted him. The dog, how- 
ever, had not come out of pure sociability. A child in 
the water and candy and cakes stood to him in the 
close and obvious relation of cause and effect, and if 
this relation was not clear to the children he resolved 
to impress it upon them. Watching his chance, he 
crept up behind the child who was standing nearest to 
the edge of the pier, gave a sudden push, which sent 
him into the water, then sprang in after him and 
gravely brought him to shore." 



266 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

" An incident which would seem to prove that a dog 
learns to understand the language of his country was 
related by one willing to vouch for its truth," says The 
Philadelphia American, and this is the story : 

" A dog had come to be very old in a family in a 
country village. One of the family remarked on a 
certain day, as the dog lay in the room : 

" ' I think Sancho ought to be put out of the way. 
He is only a nuisance now.' 

" That afternoon Sancho disappeared, and as the 
days passed did not return. In the course of a week a 
neighbor said : ' I see that your dog is up at the poor- 
house.' On inquiry it was learned that Sancho, hav- 
ing called at the poorhouse and been kindly received, 
had continued on as a guest. And ever after, although 
he sometimes made a brief call at his old home, he 
lived at the town farm, and there peacefully ended his 
dog's life." 

The London Spectator publishes the following: 

" Several years ago I had a beloved mongrel fox 
terrier named Joe. We were staying some months at 
Penzance, and the dog went everywhere with us, and 
knew the place well. One day we were, as usual in t'.ie 
afternoon, on the club tennis ground, when the Secre- 
tary came up and warned me that on the following day, 
as there was to be a tournament, no dogs would be ad- 
mitted to the inclosure. I promised to shut Joe up at 
home. That evening we missed the dog, and in the 
morning also he was not to be seen. When we went to 
look on at the tournament in the afternoon we found 
Joe waiting for us; the ground man told us that the 
dog had been there all night, and would not allow him- 



Intelligence of Dogs 267 

self to be caught. He had never slept out before, and 
he certainly must have understood what was said. 

" We often used to say, ' We will drive to such a 
place to-day, but Joe must stay home,' and almost 
invariably, in whatever direction it might be, before 
we had driven a mile, we found Joe waiting for us 
by the roadside; he always grinned when we came up 
with him." 

" Isaac Banes, the Pennsylvania railroad's freight 
agent at Bristol," says the Philadelphia Record, " is the 
owner of a very intelligent setter dog. About a month 
ago, while he was frisking about the yards, some 
freight fell on him, breaking two of his legs. Mr. 
Barnes had the animal's legs set in splints, and, in 
order to keep him quiet, had the dog placed in a box 
filled with straw. Then the fertile brain of the freight 
agent gave birth to a brilliant idea. He procured half 
a dozen eggs, and, knowing it would be several weeks 
before the dog would be able to leave his quarters, 
he placed the eggs in the straw under the dog's body, 
and proceeded to await developments. At the termina- 
tion of three weeks six tiny chickens made their ap- 
pearance, and all are doing finely. The dog seems 
very fond of his proteges, and guards them with jealous 
care." 

" A. N. Honeywell of Port Chester has a valuable 
dog noted for his intelligence," says the New York 
Times. 

" Yesterday, a neighbor of Mr. Honeywell dropped 
her pocketbook in the snow while getting into her 
carriage. She did not discover her loss until she had 
reached her destination, and a thorough search of the 



268 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

vehicle failed to find the purse. She gave it up as lost, 
but was agreeably surprised to have Mr. Honeywell 
return it to her later in the day. The dog had found 
it in the snow and carried it in his mouth to his master. 
The purse contained a large sum of money and the 
owner's card." 

" Mary's little lamb has a modern rival in ' Pro- 
fessor Jack Cook,' who," according to the Chicago 
Tribune, " is one of the unique features of the Oak 
Park public school. Jack is a dog, and every day he 
accompanies the children of F. W. Cook to school. 
Professor Cook is subjected to no confinement dur- 
ing his stay in the school building. He is allowed 
to roam about the rooms much as he in his wisdom 
deems best. He understands the spirit of the situa- 
tion, and sets an example of decorum. Every morning 
when the school bell rings he sets out from home, and 
he is never late at his post. 

" Never but twice has he interfered with recitation 
or made himself obnoxious. Once was when a small 
vulgar dog a dog impossible in educated society 
stopped outside the building to give vent to a series of 
howls. Professor Jack mounted a window sill and by 
threats induced the small loafer to move on hurriedly. 
The other time was when he first saw calisthenic exer- 
cises. His excited applause on this occasion brought 
him into temporary disrepute, but after the matter 
had been sufficiently explained to him he desisted. 
Professor Jack's last report card showed him perfect 
in deportment, perfect in punctuality and standing high 
in ' science,' upon which subject he is supposed to be 
deeply learned." 



Intelligence of Dogs 269 

Rex. a collie, belonging to Mr. W. N. Rogers of 
Middletown, N. Y., says the World, having disobeyed 
his master by going to the armory where the men 
petted him, was sent home. He is never whipped, as 
that breaks the spirit of a collie, as indeed of every 
other kind of dog, but he is sometimes shut up in a 
large dark closet, for wrongdoing. As soon as Rex 
reached his home, he went straight to the closet, and 
as no one was present to close the door, he pulled it 
together, where he punished himself by remaining 
several hours. 

The Cleveland Press of May, 1899, tells of a three- 
year-old girl who climbed the stairs of the Y. M. C. A. 
building, her big Newfoundland dog beside her. " I 
want to go home," she said, but could not tell where her 
home was. A crowd gathered and took her down Erie 
street, but the dog did not go willingly. Three times 
he followed her and then ran back towards Huron 
street. The crowd finally turned and followed the 
dog, who led them directly to her home. 

Many engine houses and police stations have pet 
dogs. Spot belonged to Engine Company No. 30, 
Spring street, New York. Whenever the firebells rang 
he was greatly excited, always leading the way, and 
barking as he ran. He saved the life of Henry Martin, 
foreman from another company, who had been over- 
come with smoke, and fallen on the stairs. The dog 
stood over him and whined, and, finding that no one 
came, rushed down the stairs and barked till a fireman, 
noticing his peculiar actions, followed him through the 
smoke and rescued the unconscious man. Spot was 
devoted to Jumbo, a big black engine horse, and would 



270 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

never allow the engine house cat to remain in his stall. 
Jumbo and Spot were very great friends. Jumbo acci- 
dentally stepped upon Spot and killed him instantly in 
June, 1898, and the great creature mourned sincerely 
for his companion. 

Captain W. T. Beggin writes me, " I regret that we 
have no picture of Spot. Jumbo is still with the com- 
pany." 

Sergeant Jack is a Boston police dog, who was home- 
less and made friends with a policeman one night on 
his rounds. The Boston Herald gives this history of 
Jack : " Officer Keane has the horse route, and, seeing 
Jack, and thinking he might be thirsty, he took him 
into the station. He gave him some water, and getting 
some scraps of meat also gave them to Jack. 

" This was very pleasing to the dog, and he mani- 
fested his pleasure by wagging that inevitable appen- 
dage. Officer Keane and Jack promptly became fast 
friends, and since that time he makes it a point to strike 
Officer Keane's route at the usual hour, and he invaria- 
bly enjoys a light repast. Jack has been affiliated with 
police duty at Station 6 for some little time now, and 
his interest has never lagged. Since his introduction 
to the police department he has given up the friend- 
ship of all mere private citizens, with the exception of 
his master. 

" He also refused to recognize officers of other 
divisions, and this has caused much comment, as it 
appears strange that the dog can tell one from the other. 
In some mysterious manner he is also able to tell the 
hour of roll call, and almost every evening he is present 
at the station at five o'clock to go on duty with the 





I. DANDY, owned by Capt. A. S. Paige, Brookline, Mass. (p. 273). 
2. SERGEANT JACK AND THE BOSTON POLICE. 



Intelligence of Dogs 271 

men. He is also familiar with the house days, and 
frequently he takes it upon himself to perform house 
duty, which to all police officers is a very irksome one. 

" On frequent occasions, while doing house duty, 
Jack has been seen to climb upon a settee, and lying 
down on his side, stretch out and enjoy a short nap, 
just as he has seen the men do. The name Sergeant 
has frequently been applied to Jack, and, in order that 
he might not lose his original name, Patrolman 
Murphy had a plate affixed to Jack's collar, bearing 
the inscription, ' Jack the Bunker, Station 6.' 

" He never enters a house, and on more than one 
occasion the sergeant has discovered a patrolman who, 
perhaps, has entered a building to quell a disturbance, 
by seeing Jack standing on the sidewalk outside the 
door. It is related that on one occasion the sergeant 
was in search of an officer, but he was unable to locate 
him. Finally, on turning into a side street, he discov- 
ered Jack standing on the sidewalk outside the en- 
trance to a building. 

" The sergeant walked down the street with a rapid 
gait, the rubber heels on his shoes giving forth no sound. 
On the doorstep with a pipe in his mouth, from which 
miniature clouds of smoke ascended, sat the officer of 
whom he was in search. 

" This incident, and the fact that Jack will not enter 
a house or store, has had a tendency to keep the men in 
evidence while Jack is with them." 

" Bow-legged Jack " has been one of the faithful 
police of Mamaroneck, New York, for ten years. When 
he was a mouse-colored puppy he was taken out of a 
snow bank by a kind-hearted policeman, and has shown 



272 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

his gratitude for the saving of his life, by guarding the 
town. Every night, whether fair or stormy, he patrols 
the streets, going with the night watchman. Jack 
saved the life of Mr. John C. Fairchild's five year old 
son, Winton. While playing in a boat in the bay, the 
child fell overboard and was drowning, when Jack saw 
him, rushed to his rescue, and dragged him to the shore. 
When the license fee was to be paid, or poor Jack, with 
other martyrs to a cruel law, would be shot, Winton 
Fairchild, the boy he had saved, paid the dog's license. 
Jack also saved the little daughter of William Taylor 
from drowning. 

Seeing a fire raging in Henry Winter's barn, just as 
it was about to reach the house, Jack gave the alarm by 
his loud bark, and the children were saved and carried 
to a place of safety. When a man attempted to break 
into the Mamaroneck Bank, Jack scared him away, 
then chased and caught him with his teeth, till the con- 
stable arrived and made the man prisoner. 

The village trustees in July, 1897, presented Jack 
with a fine new collar and a bronze medal for his noble 
services to the town. 

Sampson and Waldo, two most intelligent dogs, 
saved their owner, Mrs. Adah H. Kepley, of Effing- 
ham, Illinois, when knocked down by a masked man 
concealed in her house. Sampson, the smaller, is a 
mongrel, about twelve years old. He is named for 
Dominie Sampson, in Scott's works. " He is coal 
black," writes Mrs. Kepley to me, March 19, 1901, 
" and the queerest compound of things as a dog. He 
tries his best to talk or at least to speak by sound lan- 
guage his love. 



Intelligence of Dogs 273 

" Waldo is orange buff, with white and black, with 
handsome eyes, and is a fine fellow. He is pleasant in 
disposition and biddable (which Sampson isn't). He 
was shot in the left foot." Mrs. Kepley is a lover of 
animals, and cares for many homeless ones. 

Dandy, a brindle bull terrier, owned by Captain A. S. 
Paige of Brookline, Mass., almost daily attends court 
with his master. He is a most affectionate and intelli- 
gent dog, and has often taken long walks with the 
author. " Not long ago," writes a friend, " a bull 
dog and fox-terrier were fighting opposite the police 
station. Dandy saw them, went across, took hold of 
the bull dog, shook him and threw him one side, then 
went over to the station and lay down on the steps, the 
fox-terrier following and playing with Dandy most of 
the morning." 

The New York World, June, 1899, tells of a New- 
foundland dog who tried at Trenton Junction to follow 
his master into a Baltimore & Ohio train, but was put 
off by one of the men. The dog ran forward and un- 
observed, got upon the pilot of the locomotive and re- 
mained there till the cars reached Jenkintown station. 
He then jumped off and rejoined his owner, who left 
the train at that station. 

Dogs have often helped as detectives. A letter from 
Bucharest to the London Mail in April, 1899, has this 
incident : 

" Some few days ago the proprietor of a wine shop 
in the Calea Dorobautzilor, one of the most populous 
of Bucharest's streets, was foully murdered and robbed 
by some person, who broke into his dwelling, which 
stands behind the shop, and shot him through the head. 



274 O UF Devoted Friend, The Dog 

" In spite of the efforts of the police the murderer had 
remained undiscovered, although several individuals 
were arrested on suspicion. 

" At the time of the murder the shop boy was sleep- 
ing on a bench in the shop and a dog was lying at his 
feet. The boy stated that he heard the shot, and shortly 
after, as he lay quaking with fear, a man opened the 
back door and entered the shop. At that moment the 
dog sprang up barking, and the man, who no doubt 
expected to find no one in the shop and meant to rob it, 
fled out at the door, followed by the barking dog. 
Since then the dog had not been seen, although 
searched for on every side. Yesterday it came back 
alone. 

" As soon as it arrived, Police Inspector Mischi- 
mescu, who has the case in hand, bethought himself of 
a means of deciding as to whether he had the real mur- 
derer in his hands. Accordingly he had the shop ar- 
ranged just as it was on the fatal night, closed all shut- 
ters and doors, and then bade the shop boy lie down 
with the dog. 

" Then one by one the ' suspects ' were ordered to 
enter the shop. Three went in and came out again 
without the dog making any sign, but as the fourth, a 
man of the name of Dracu, entered, the dog leaped at 
him, barking and snarling, and the man rushed out of 
the door, still followed by the enraged hound. 

' Enough,' remarked the inspector, as he drove off 
the dog-detective, and ordered the attendant gendarmes 
to handcuff Dracu. It may be added that until being 
' picked out ' by the dog this man was the least sus- 



Intelligence of Dogs 275 

pected among those arrested, he being quite a friend of 
the proprietor's family." 

In November, 1898, says the New York World, 
Susan Anderson was murdered in New Canaan, Conn. 
Her murderer, an employee, after three weeks of self- 
torture, burned her home and hung himself from a tree. 
When the woman's pet hound, Dandy, was released, he 
wandered about as though he had lost his best friend. 
Then he went to a pile of dirt back of the tool-house 
and began to dig. Men went to the dog's assistance 
with spades, and soon found the body of the murdered 
woman. 

Not far from Dover, Delaware, some counterfeiters 
were detected in the fall of 1898, says the New York 
World, by an ordinary dog belonging to a woman who 
lived near. The dog had seen the two men, and had 
taken a great dislike to them. He was put on the trail 
and led the officers to the place where the counterfeit 
money was buried. 

" A few days ago Bertha, the pretty four-year-old 
daughter of John C. Putnam, of the little settlement 
of Mill Village, Vt, disappeared/' says Our Dumb 
Animals for February, 1897. "All the neighbors 
joined in the search for her. Night and day the hunt 
was continued, but not a trace of the little one could be 
discovered. The parents were in despair. It was 
feared that the child had been kidnapped. Finally, 
the father, in desperation, suggested that the State 
bloodhound Pilot could find some trace. Anxious to 
do anything that would in the least relieve the father's 
mind, the officials took the dog to Mill Village. 



276 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

" The dog was then given a tiny shoe that had been 
worn by the child the day before she disappeared. 
This he held in his mouth for a minute. Then he 
dropped it and sniffed the air. He seemed puzzled 
and the knowing ones were beginning to remark that 
they knew the hound would not be of any use. 

" It really seemed as if the animal understood their 
words, for he suddenly put his nose to the ground and 
was off like a shot, dragging his keepers after him. 
On he went, crossing roads, fields and timber stretches, 
until he reached ' Devil's Camp,' a point about a mile 
below Rutland, where there is a small mill stream. 
Here the animal suddenly brought up at the edge of 
the water, gave one long bark, and refused to go 
further. 

" Then the men got to work. They procured hooks 
and poles, and the bed of the stream was thoroughly 
searched. All this time Pilot, stood by the water side, 
though attempts were made to drag him away. For the 
first time since he had been in the state he refused to 
obey the voice of his keeper. Toward night the body 
of the missing child was found. As it was drawn to 
the shore, Pilot sprang forward, took the dress in its 
mouth, and raising the child as tenderly as though it 
had been in its mother's arms, trotted back to the house, 
the long line of searchers following." 

' Joe Hart,' a liver-colored pointer with white feet, 
chest, and white ring about his neck," says Our Dumb 
Animals, October, 1899, " belongs to Mr. E. H. Hart, 
Baggage Master at the Union Depot, Meridian, Mis- 
sissippi, and is called ' Assistant Baggage Master ' by 
all the railroad men who run into that city. 



Intelligence of Dogs 277 

"Joe knows perhaps over 100 tricks, and never for- 
gets anything taught him, although months may elapse 
before he is called upon to perform some feat learned in 
the past. 

" He seems to understand perfectly every command 
given by his master, besides performing all the 
ordinary tricks (such as sitting in a chair, giving right 
or left paw, bringing any object whatever to his master, 
leading a horse or riding him, carrying notes, bringing 
his master's slippers, then replacing them); besides he 
hunts for his master's key at a whisper in his ear, shuts 
the door, knows red paper from white, seats himself 
on the scales when asked how much he weighs, knows 
an apple from an orange, and knows every member of 
the family (eight in number) by name. Joe really 
thinks that he is in the employ of the railroad company 
and meets all of the day trains promptly and is particu- 
larly attentive to the ladies, especially if they happen to 
carry a lunch basket. Anything belonging to his master 
he guards as a sacred trust and none dare molest. The 
children are quite fond of him, and together they 
spend many happy hours in the twilight after he returns 
from the ' office.' 

"Joe's playmate is a magnificent Gladstone setter, 
Don, and it is quite amusing to see him kiss Don when 
told to do so. 

" When Joe's master is ill the dog can't be persuaded 
to leave the bedside, but lies there constantly, only 
occasionally rising to try and kiss his master's hand. 

" When Joe was carried to have his picture taken 
for The Southern Fancier, the photographer said : ' I 
do not take pictures of dogs, for they will not sit still 



278 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

and are too much trouble.' However, being prevailed 
upon to break his rule in this instance, Joe was com- 
manded to sit up in the chair for his picture. 

" No doubt he felt insulted by the photographer's 
insinuation that he hadn't sense enough to sit for his 
picture, for there he sat, immovable as stone, until he 
was told to get down. 

" If you ever visit Meridian, Joe Hart will greet you 
at the depot with a kindly wag of the tail, and should 
you carry a lunch basket he will be your constant 
attendant until you leave, or the contents of the basket 
are ' non est.' 

" A book might be written about this remarkable 
dog." 

Mr. Fred L. Rowe, the Managing Editor of the 
Christian Leader, writes as follows to Mr. Angell : 

"CINCINNATI, OHIO, Dec. n, 1896. 
" DEAR SIR : While taking a short stage trip between 
Monticello and Burnside, Ky., I rode with the driver. 
At a midway point on our trip I noticed ahead of us a 
young kitten, and was also surprised that it did not 
move as we approached it. The cat was too young to 
realize its danger, and when we were almost upon it, 
a large dog, which had been standing watching some 
men at work, saw the kitten and leaped into the middle 
of the road. He hesitated a moment, apparently reali- 
zing that his sharp teeth might hurt it. Then jumping 
behind the kitten, he literally boosted it out of the road 
with his nose, and when it was out of danger, returned 
to watching the men." 



Intelligence of Dogs 279 

The San Jose Mercury tells this story of Fido, an 
Irish setter, the paid employe of a railroad: When a 
puppy he was picked up in the yards of the Chicago, 
Lake Shore and Eastern Road, and cared for by the 
company. 

" For three years Fido received his pay from the 
company every month. His name was on the pay- 
master's books just like those of other employes, and 
when Paymaster James M. Wentworth made his regu- 
lar paying-off rounds to the company's office there was 
always an envelope for Fido. In fact, Fido would take 
his place among the employes on these occasions, march 
up to Paymaster Wentworth when the latter called his 
name, place his front paws upon the table, grin compla- 
cently, wag his tail knowingly, receive the usual fond- 
ling from the paymaster and then depart from the office 
with the others. 

" The dog's envelope was always turned over to 
Agent A. E. Kennedy, who was Fido's banker, as well 
as his guardian, and always provided for his wants with 
a lavish hand. He never touched the dog's accumula- 
tions of money, however. This account had grown to a 
considerable figure for a dog's wealth, and Mr. Kennedy 
will now devote the money, with other sums to be con- 
tributed by Fido's hosts of friends, to the erection of 
a stone slab in commemoration of the dog's faithful 
service to the road. 

" It is interesting to know how Fido came to be on 
the pay roll. He saved the road once from a possible 
lawsuit that might have grown out of an accident 
which would have happened, and would have been fatal 



280 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

had it not been for Fido. It was this feat of the dog 
that first brought him to the attention of the high 
officials of the company, and won for him a place on the 
pay sheet. 

" Fido, shortly after entering the railroad business, 
developed a singular attachment for locomotive No. 50, 
that is used in switching. He was always with the 
engine. In a short time he learned the various switch- 
ing signals and began to run alongside and ahead of the 
locomotive during working hours. Engineer Joseph 
Hermes came to consider Fido as good a flagman as 
the next one. The dog would flag crossings with 
the intelligence of a man. 

" About three years ago Fido was running ahead, 
as was his custom, to flag Wabansia avenue crossing. 
A peddler was approaching the crossing. The dog was 
fifty yards ahead of the engine, and in dog fashion he 
warned, or tried to warn, the peddler of danger. The 
peddler, however, paid no attention to the dog, but kept 
on. Just as he got within three feet of the track Fido 
jumped up and knocked him back prostrate. A moment 
later the engine passed. But for the dog the peddler 
would have been killed. Fido then ran ahead as if 
nothing had happened. 

" W. G. Brimson was then president of the road, and 
when he heard the story from General Superintendent 
Richey, Fido was placed on the company's pay roll. 

' Two years ago Fido caused a small riot in the 
yards. A dog catcher had him in tow and was about to 
take him to the pound. One of the office boys of the 
company, however, recognized the dog, jumped from 
his bicycle and went to the rescue. The boy caught 



Intelligence of Dogs 281 

Fido by the neck, and the catcher, a big, burly fellow, 
was trying to unloose him. It was at noon hour, and 
from the steel mills, within a stone's throw of the scene, 
the mill hands saw the struggle, attracted by the bark- 
ing of the dog. 

" They all knew Fido and would have fought a battle 
for him if need be. When they reached the scene they 
were about to do the dog-catcher bodily harm. A riot 
call was sent in, and the arrival of a squad of police was 
the only thing that saved the captor of Fido from 
hurt. * * * 

" Fido was killed by the wheels of his favorite engine 
in an encounter with a dog that attacked him." 

Owney, the railroad dog of the United States, " the 
greatest dog traveler in the World," has an interest- 
ing and pathetic history. M. I. Ingersoll, in St. 
Nicholas, March, 1894, tells how a little homeless 
puppy, hungry and cold one autumn night in 1888, crept 
into the post office at Albany, N. Y., for shelter and the 
clerks found him asleep in the morning on the leather 
mail bags. He wagged his tail, and said by his eyes, 
beautiful brown eyes, almost human in expression, 
" Please let me stay." One man brought him soup and 
the next day another man brought him steak. " Who 
owns him?" was the oft repeated question, till finally 
he was called " Owney." The shaggy little terrier, be- 
tween Irish and Scotch, with gray curly hair, liked the 
leather bags and followed them into the car. The men 
knew him and brought him back on the return trip. 
Finally the clerks took up a subscription and bought a 
collar for fear he would be lost, putting on it " Owney, 
Albany P. O.", and asking clerks to fasten tags on the 



282 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

collar telling to what places the dog traveled. After he 
had been in Chicago, Cincinnati, St. Louis, Salt Lake 
City, California, Mexico, where a silver dollar was put 
on his collar, through the South and to Washington, 
D. C, Postmaster John Wannamaker saw that the 
weight about his collar was too heavy and had a har- 
ness made for him. A Boston clerk later wrote to Al- 
bany asking that they have pity on the dog, as the tags 
weighed two pounds, and to take off the harness and 
preserve it, which was done. 

Owney would not ride on a passenger car. When the 
train stopped twenty minutes for dinner he would walk 
into the station and bark for bones. When the bell 
rang he was the first one on the train. If the men 
were sleeping and forgot a station, the dog barked and 
awakened them. Owney when tired would often slip off 
his collar and then put it on himself. The clerks en- 
joyed this skill so much that he was often asked to do 
it for friends. His picture was taken by Mr. George 
H. Leek, of Lawrence, Mass. " I made the picture of 
the dog Owney while he was detained here much against 
his will," Mr. Leek writes me, " as the letter carriers 
wished to take him to a picnic." 

Mr. Charles H. Holden says in St. Nicholas, July, 
1896, that Owney started August 19, 1895, on the ship 
Victoria from San Francisco, for a trip around the 
world. He carried in his bag his blanket, brush and 
comb, and letter of introduction to postal authorities. 
He soon became the pet of all the crew. He reached 
Yokahama October 3, received as his passport the seal 
of the Mikado, addressed to the American dog traveler, 
reached Kobi October 9, received medals at Fouchow, 




i. OWNEY, THE U. S. MAIL DOG. 2. JOE HART, owned by Mr. E. 
H. Hart, Meridian, Miss. (p. 276). 



Intelligence of Dogs 283 

Hong Kong and other cities, visited Algiers, the 
Azores, reaching New York December 23, then west to 
Tacoma, having gone around the globe in 132 days, 
and added over 200 medals to his collection. 

Owney was loved by all the Post Office clerks in the 
country. Walter Schutt, the superintendent of mails 
at the Cleveland Post Office, said, " I remember the 
last time he was in Cleveland. It was about three years 
ago. We found him outside the window pawing the 
pane and trying to get in. One of the clerks opened the 
window and ' Owney ' was admitted. He visited with 
everybody and then went to see Postmaster Anderson. 
He remained with the postmaster long enough to have 
an extra tag put on and then he went to the depot and 
climbed aboard the mail car. When he arrived in this 
city he did not wait for the mail wagon, but ran to the 
post office ahead of it. I believe he could find the way 
to any of the big postoffices in the country, lie left 
in the same manner. He has traveled several hundred 
thousand miles, without a doubt." 

Poor Owney was shot at Toledo, Ohio, at four 
o'clock on the afternoon of June 12, 1897, by a police- 
man, by order of Postmaster Brand. About midnight, 
a postal clerk entered the basement of the Post Office 
where Owney was sleeping and guarding, and attempt- 
ing to fondle him, was bitten. Before any of the clerks 
could rescue the dog and get him to the depot, he was 
shot, to the great regret of thousands who loved him. 
Orders had been given that Owney should not be car- 
ried on mail cars, but the clerks could not refuse him. 
His body was taken to a taxidermist and is now in the 
Post Office Museum at Washington, D. C. 



284 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

Nig, owned by C. N. Davis, the station master at 
Forks Creek, Colorado, saved a train from destruction 
and the life of Superintendent T. H. Sears of the Col- 
orado and Southern Railway, in January, 1901. Not 
being able to throw the switch on account of ice, as he 
usually did with his nose, he seized a flag in his teeth, 
and rushing up the track saved the train. Nig is four 
years old, a combination of setter and spaniel. Money 
could not buy the dog from Mr. Davis, now stationed in 
Denver. 



CHAPTER XIII 
Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 

APATHETIC story was told in the New York 
papers in the fall of 1896, about Tim Leahy 
and a homeless dog. At 400 East Forty-eighth 
street on the top floor of a tenement house lived Tim, 
and his aged aunt, Mrs. Kelly. She was a woman sixty 
years old, and sold candy and apples in front of St. 
Patrick's Cathedral on Fifth avenue, when orphan 
Tim, two years old, was sent to her from Ireland to 
bring up. In cold days she tucked little Tim under her 
shawl, and cared for him as best she could. One warm 
summer night, when Tim was just old enough to walk 
about, a homeless, half starved big yellow dog fol- 
lowed Tim up the tenement house stairs, licking his 
little hands. Though very poor, Tim's aunt could not 
turn the dog away, so he stayed and shared their pov- 
erty. Tim was sent to the Roman Catholic Orphan 
School on Fifth avenue and grew very fond of read- 
ing, and at home Tige always listened as though he 
enjoyed it. 

Mrs. Kelly's health failed, she was obliged to give up 
her candy stand, and after pawning nearly all the scant 
supply of furniture which she possessed, she went to 
the hospital. Tim and Tige were given a little food by 
the poor neighbors about them, until one of them ap- 
plied to the Gerry Society to take care of the child, thus 

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286 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

left alone with his dog. They were found side by side, 
nearly starved, and Tim was taken to Drumgoole Mis- 
sion on Third street. He went away weeping for Tige. 
The poor heart-broken creature crawled under the 
broken stove, and refused to eat the food which the 
neighbors brought him. 

A wealthy woman in New York read the story in 
the papers, and determined that Tim and Tige should 
not be separated if she could prevent it. She went to 
the mission and made arrangements to bring the dog 
there. When brought into the office, the meeting of 
boy and dog brought tears to the eyes of those standing 
near. The dog became a favorite among the boys, but 
loved none so well as the child who saved him from 
starvation when he was homeless. 

The New York World for August, 1898, tells of the 
drowning of a little hero who loved his dog. Jimmy 
Dillon of East Trenton, N. J., picked up a homeless 
creature in the street and took it home. The father was 
displeased, and when the dog caught some chickens, a 
habit that has been broken in thousands of cases, he 
determined that the puppy should be drowned. In vain 
the boy wept and pleaded for his pet, and caressed him 
all day long, before doing as his father had commanded. 
He could not bear to watch the poor thing as it struggled 
in the water, so taking a bag from the barn, he went 
at sunset to Assanpink Creek with an aching heart. He 
played with his pet for an hour, putting off the cruel 
edict as long as possible. At last he put the dog in the 
bag, tied the end, and waded into the creek up to his 
neck. With sinking heart he flung the bag from him, 
slipped and fell into the water. His cries for help were 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 287 

heard by Miss Lillie Boughner, who attempted to save 
him, but the current carried him beyond her reach. 
The first person she met was the father. An hour later 
the dead body of his boy was recovered, and soon after 
the body of the little dog was pulled ashore. 

Another boy was drowned in Chester, Pa., while 
trying to save a dog. " Too bad," remarks an ex- 
| ; change. ' The world needs such people." 

The World, March 20, 1900, gives an account of a 
young hero, who saved a dog : 

" David Orr, eighteen years old, risked his life yes- 
terday to save a yellow dog. The animal was discov- 
ered imprisoned on a ledge of rock projecting into the 
basin of the Passaic Falls, Passaic, N. J., eighty feet 
1 below the chasm bridge. It had been there nearly two 

days before its howls attracted attention. 

" President Bishop, of the Society for the Prevention 
of Cruelty to Animals, was notified, and young Orr 
volunteered to rescue the dog. 

" Orr crawled along the ice-covered rock that rises 
from the basin and reached the dog, but found it neces- 
sary to use both hands to maintain his position on the 
rock. 

" Meanwhile a great crowd had gathered on the 
bridge and the falls' grounds. 

" ' Get a rope ! ' shouted some one, and this was done. 
Two men leaning out on the peak of the rock lowered 
the rope, and Orr succeeded in fastening it around the 
dog. The animal seemed to realize all that was being 
done for it, and when hauled to safety showed its appre- 
ciation by licking the hands of all who approached. The 
crowd gave a rousing cheer for Orr. 



288 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

" Nicholas Van Ness, an officer of the Society for the 
Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, took the dog to his 
home. It is presumed that the dog was thrown over 
the chasm bridge, and the society is making an investi- 
gation. The animal was almost dead from cold and 
hunger." 

Mark Anthony Dramond, aged forty-eight, says the 
Cleveland Press, December 24, 1898, died at the Charity 
Hospital in New Orleans, from devotion to his pet dog. 
The dog bit a man, and when the case came before the 
Court, as Dramond refused to give up the dog to be 
killed, he was sent to prison for thirty days, the third 
time he had served a sentence for his beloved dog. In 
prison he contracted pneumonia, and died, saying he 
would rather remain a prisoner forever than give up his 
dog to be killed. 

The St. Louis Republic, November 13, 1897, gives 
this affecting story of Fannie, the victim of a cruel law, 
which permits property to be taken and destroyed, 
without the consent of the owner. Some cities, as in 
Chicago, are more humane, and allow a dog to be 
removed to another place, rather than killed. 

" ' Come, kiss me, Fannie, for the last time. A prej- 
udiced and unfeeling public is clamoring for your life. 
The executioner is here to carry out the mandate of the 
law, and, sorely as it grieves me, we must part.' 

" With these words Mathew De Four, a veteran fire- 
man living at 3417 Manchester avenue, consigned his 
pet dog. Fannie, to her fate. Big tears rolled down 
his cheeks as he spoke, and the dog, seemingly cogni- 
zant of his master's distress, looked pleadingly into the 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 289 

old man's face, and, having embraced him, and licked 
away the tears, lay down to partake of its fatal meal of 
beefsteak and strychnine. 

" The little house clock had just recorded the hour of 
three, and five minutes later Fannie was no more. 
Deputy Marshal Volmer had witnessed the carrying 
out of an order from Judge Peabody, and with tears in 
his eyes, and the pitiful pleadings of an aged woman 
ringing in his ears, he moved from the scene to the Four 
Courts, where, with quivering voice, he reported to his 
associates the pathetic scenes accompanying the execu- 
tion of the dog. 

" Fannie was a half-breed mastiff, four years of age. 
Old Mrs. De Four had raised it from a puppy. Her 
husband's vocation kept him away from home most of 
the time and through the long, dreary nights and days 
Fannie was her sole companion and comforter. Fannie 
was vigilant and obedient. 

" She had learned to go errands for her mistress, and 
made frequent trips from the house to the No. 20 
engine-house, where Matt De Four was assigned to 
duty, carrying him little dainties that his wife had pre- 
pared between meals. It was while making one of these 
trips several days ago that Fannie got into trouble 
with the children of the neighborhood. One of the 
children innocently attempted to take from the dog a 
little basket. The dog knocked the child down and 
snapped it on the arm. The child's parents aroused the 
indignation of the neighbors against the faithful 
Fannie. It resulted in Matt De Four being summoned 
into Judge Peabody's court. The dog was present at 



290 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

the trial to prove in its mute way its docility, but the 
clamor of the neighbors was intense, and the result 
reached was an order for the dog's destruction. 

" When old Mrs. De Four heard of it she wept night 
and day. Her husband tried in vain to have the order 
recalled, and when Deputy Volmer appeared at the 
house yesterday, both husband and wife were in tears. 

" Fannie was there in her favorite position beside the 
old woman. 

" ' I really believe that the poor dog knew what I 
was there for,' said Volmer. The old woman was cry- 
ing and, as I entered the room the dog crept toward me, 
looking pleadingly into my face. Then it raised on its 
hindquarters and began to motion with its forepaws, 
as if begging for mercy. While in this attitude, it 
would look first at the old lady, who was in tears, then 
at me. By gosh, I soon found myself crying. Then 
Mr. De Four came into the room, and, calling the dog 
to him, said: ' Fannie, come kiss me for the last time.' 
The dog raised up and throwing its paws over its 
master's shoulders, began to lick his tears away. 

" ' You ain't heartless enough to kill this dog,' said 
De Four to me. 

' I couldn't speak for a minute. Then my reply 
was that the law demanded it.' 

" ' I'll give you $100 if you don't,' said he. ' My 
refusal was followed by another outburst of tears. Then 
the dog left its master and, placing its forepaws on my 
shoulders, began in its mute way to plead with me.' 

" ' From me it turned to the old woman and its 
master, and, having embraced and licked their faces in 
turn, lay down at my feet.' 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 291 

" ' Well, I suppose the time has come for us to part,' 
said De Four to the dog. ' A prejudiced and unfeeling 
public demands your destruction, and the executioner is 
here.' 

' Have you any objection to my poisoning the 
dog?' 

" ' I answered no, and he went out for beefsteak and 
strychnine. When he returned the old lady caressed the 
dog and left the room in tears. 

" ' Then De Four placed a bit of the poisoned meat 
on the floor before the dog. It looked up at me, then 
at its master, as if to say " Must I? " 

" ' Yes, it is so decreed,' spoke De Four. 

" ' The dog took the meat in its mouth, then threw 
it out again, and began to beg as before.' 

" ' Do you still persist in killing the dog? ' pleadingly 
asked De Four. 

" ' I hated to say so, but answered in the affirmative. 

" ' Eat it, Fannie ! ' said De Four, turning away. 

" ' Fannie did so and was no more.' ' 

The New York Journal, July 1899, gives an interest- 
ing account of Rover, a fine IS T e\vfoundland dog, of 
Jersey City, who bit Mrs. Jennie Hay, and was there- 
fore sentenced to death by Justice Potts. Mr. Jacob 
Boucher, the owner of the dog, inasmuch as Rover was 
greatly beloved by his children, protested against such 
a fate, and asked Lawyer C. J. Peshall to defend the 
dog. " He having saved several condemned murder- 
ers from the gallows, knew what he was about. Be- 
fore appearing in court, he appealed to the Court of 
Appeals against the decision of Justice Potts, and then 
served notice on the executioners. 



292 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

" Therefore Rover was brought before the Justice 
yesterday to show cause why he should not be 
executed. 

" ' Look here, now/ said Mr. Peshall, ' Mrs. Hay 
here has a superstitious notion that this dog ought to 
be shot in order to escape hydrophobia. If the dog is 
killed, it won't save her, and in addition the dog isn't 
mad. Why, it was merely playing with her.' 

" Mr. Peshall then announced that if Mrs. Hay 
agreed, the dog would be sent into another state. 

" ' No,' said Mrs. Hay. ' I want the dog shot.' 

" ' Now, see here, Mrs. Hay,' said Justice Potts, 
' I'm just as much afraid of dogs as you are, but it's 
foolish to think you will get hydrophobia if Rover isn't 
killed. Moreover, I don't think I have any right to 
order an execution.' 

" Then Mrs. Hay insisted that the dog ' be killed 
right away.' 

" ' You can't,' said Lawyer Peshall. ' If you have 
any redress, it is in a civil action. There's no law per- 
mitting you to have the dog shot.' 

" ' Defendant is remanded in the custody of his 
owner,' said the court, whereupon Rover withdrew, 
wagging his tail." 

Desiring to know the fate of Rover, I wrote to Mr. 
Peshall, and was glad to receive his answer, dated Feb- 
ruary 25, 1900: "I am happy to inform you that 
Rover is now alive and in good spirits." 

The Daily Iowa Capitol tells this story : 

" A boy about ten years old went to the central police 
station in Kansas City, Kan., one day last week, leading 
a fine shepherd dog by a short piece of rope tied to his 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 293 

collar," relates the Kansas City Star. The boy's face 
was red and swollen and he was crying. 

" ' Well, well, well, what's the matter here? ' asked 
a big policeman, stooping down and looking into the 
boy's face. 

" It seemed like a long time before he. could stop 
crying. 

" ' Please, sir,' he sobbed, ' my mother is too poor to 
pay for a license for Shep, and I brought him here to 
have you kill him.' 

" Then he broke out with another wail that was 
heard all through the city building. Shep stood there 
mute and motionless, looking up into the face of his 
young master. A policeman took out his handker- 
chief to blow his nose and the desk sergeant went out 
into the hall, absent-mindedly whistling a tune which 
nobody ever heard before, while the captain remem- 
bered that he must telephone somebody. Then Chief 
McFarland led the boy to the door, and, patting him on 
the head, said kindly: 

" ' There, little fellow, don't cry any more; run home 
with your dog. I wouldn't kill a dog like Shep for a 
thousand dollars.' 

" ' Oh, thank you, sir.' They were tears of joy now. 
He bounded out into the street and ran off towards his 
home with Shep prancing along and jumping up and 
trying to kiss the boy's face. It was hard to tell which 
was the happiest, the boy or the dog." 

The Detroit Daily Journal of March 16, 1898, gives 
an incident illustrating the usual results of a cruel 
and uncalled for license law : 

" The dog man captured her but she was quickly res- 



294 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

cued. The boys stormed the wagon like Cuban insur- 
gents. 

" Ruby, the fat, little pug dog mascot of the Home 
Messenger corps, was the heroine of an exciting inci- 
dent this morning. Ruby had long been the object of 
admiration of hundreds of citizens. She watches her 
opportunity for a ride and when a boy starts on a trip 
she capers about and begs to be taken along. Perched 
on the shoulders of a messenger, no speed is too great 
for the rollicking pug to enjoy; in fact the faster goes 
the boy the more contented is the dog. 

" When not riding for her dogship's health she spends 
her time in front of the Home Savings Bank perform- 
ing tricks for the amusement of the messengers and 
passersby. 

" The ' dog man ' decided that Ruby was altogether 
too popular and early this morning began a waiting 
game in the vicinity. About 9 130 the pug wandered out 
into Griswold street, and with a swoop was gathered 
up in a big net. Then Ruby, wagging her tail and won- 
dering what the new trick was, disappeared in the ' dog 
wagon.' 

" ' Hey dere, mister, youse let dat dog loose,' yelled a 
newsboy. 

" In less than a minute twenty newsboy admirers of 
Ruby popped out from alleys and around corners and 
had surrounded the prison. Their demands for Ruby's 
release were not couched in the most elegant language, 
but a chorus was fired at the man who had bagged 
Ruby. Two of the boys notified the messengers and 
just as the ' dog ' wagon started away there was a lively 
rush of boys of all ages, colors and conditions. 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 295 

" The wheels were blocked by sturdy arms and a 
club dashed a hole in the rear door of the wagon. Then 
followed a breaking of boards and before the dog chaser 
could recover his breath, Ruby was sailing away down 
Michigan avenue on the back of a messenger boy and 
a second cur was yelping joyously among the crowd of 
boys, who scampered away cheering for Ruby, groan- 
ing for the ' dog man,' and protecting their prize." 

The instances are almost numberless of adults as well 
as children who have loved dogs. Rich and poor alike 
love them, and value them. Frank Gould, it is said, 
paid $60,000 for four beautiful St. Bernards who made 
an attractive picture at a dog show in Cleveland in 
1899. 

Mrs. Gillig of New York has three dogs which cost 
her $22,500. Two cost ten thousand each, and for one 
she paid $2,500. Two are French bull dogs, and one 
an English bull dog. They live in the greatest luxury, 
have the run of an elegant home, have had three minia- 
tures painted on ivory, and are like petted children. 

Clara Morris has an aged Skye terrier who has trav-. 
eled with her nearly all over the world, and to whom 
she is deeply attached. 

Mrs. Walter Stanton, President of the Pet Dog Club 
of New York, has a Russian corded black poodle, 
Hector II., who has taken twenty-seven prizes. His 
cords are handsome; the cord on the end of his tail is 
twenty-seven inches long and drags on the ground. A 
Russian maid cares for Madame Hector, and nine little 
poodles. Mrs. Stanton, at her very fine kennels at 
Hillsdale, N. J., her country place, has never less than 
twenty thoroughbred dogs. She has a good word for 



296 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

mongrels, however, and says, " They are very clean 
and can be taught almost any trick." The kennels near 
the house, to which latter place they have free access in 
the recreation hours, are of stone, which are cooler in 
summer and warmer in winter. The food of her dogs, 
it is said, besides dog biscuit, consists of thoroughly 
boiled beef three times a week. The puppies are 
allowed very little meat, but are given bones as these 
are essential for their teeth. In winter a dish of boiled 
meat, the water thickened with corn meal and salted, is 
much liked by the dogs. 

Chuckle, the French poodle born in China, the favor- 
ite dog at the Russian embassy in Washington, with 
Cosette and their offspring, Mosquito and Crickett, 
with their white silk coats dressed every morning, are 
much beloved by the Ambassador and his niece, Coun- 
tess Cossini. They always ride on the front seat in the 
carriage, go with the family to their apartments in 
hotels, and traveled to Russia and back with the Am- 
.bassador and his suite in the summer. 

Mrs. Cushman K. Davis, the brilliant wife of the 
late United States senator from Minnesota has a petted 
Russian terrier named Bebee, who, it is said, under- 
stands her mistress in four languages. She always 
travels with Mrs. Davis when she goes abroad, and 
is cared for as delicately as a child. She is most affec- 
tionate and intelligent. 

A friend, Mr. Charles A. Post, a banker of Cleve- 
land, at my request sends me the following sketch of 
his pets, especially Nio, a beautiful Russian wolf hound. 

" While a lover of dogs from earliest youth, having 
been possessed of and been very fond of the individuals 




MRS. CUSHMAN K. DAVIS AND UKR RUSSIAN TKRKIKR T.^ 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 297 

of a long list both of high and low degree, I have many 
times resolved never to keep another, so tragic were the 
takings off and the partings so hard. But again and 
again I have broken my resolution, feeling that after 
all, ' It was better to have often loved and lost than 
never to have loved at all.' 

" My thought goes back to childhood, and mentally 
I call the roll of my dumb friends, cared for and cher- 
ished, best loved from then until now. Beside those I 
shall name, others came and went, some appearing in 
such an evanescent way that they are but dimly remem- 
bered; here are those that in memory still live, though 
most have been in the ' Happy Hunting Ground ' full 
many a year. ' Fellow,' a black and white dog of breed 
much mixed, but handsome, affectionate and a ' War- 
rior Bold,' and thus endeared to an active and unregen- 
erate small boy; * Tip,' a bright, fond and faithful 
black and tan ; ' Pepper,' a Grade Scotch terrier, true 
as steel, an inveterate enemy of the cat family, and 
thereby hangs many a tale of flight and fight. He could 
almost talk, and was the most dog for his inches I ever 
owned ; ' Prince ' an English greyhound of purest 
breeding, and who, an exception to the rule in his 
family, had undaunted courage and was a scientific 
fighter, able to care for himself anywhere, and the vic- 
torious hero of many an exciting street fight, forced 
upon him by dog-bullies, who came, saw and were con- 
quered with such lightning speed and skill, that their 
respect for the ' slim ' breeds must have been much in- 
creased and their wisdom added to; and then poor 
' Rom/ or as he was fully and appropriately christened, 
' Romulus/ being the son of a wolf-mother and a noble 



298 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

greyhound father, wolfish in appearance, shifty, shy 
and nervous to a degree, almost unapproachable by 
strangers, but pathetically affectionate with the few 
persons admitted to his great heart ; but none can com- 
pare with ' Nio,' my most recent dog friend, for whose 
loss I am not yet consoled, so I venture a description 
of her, her habits and characteristics. 

" She was a wolfhound of excellent breed, standard 
size, and while apparently delicate and slender was yet 
a very fleet and powerful dog, weighing between ninety 
and one hundred pounds. She was a beautiful, nerv- 
ous, sensitive, intelligent, affectionate creature, with 
eyes large, fawn-like and lustrous, who smiled and 
laughed, pouted and sulked, as surely as a person does. 
Having all the moods of a spoiled coquette, she was 
immensely clever and amusing, and more companion- 
able than many persons, being, indeed, a Russian Prin- 
cess among dogs. 

" Her father and mother were imported from Russia 
by the late lamented Major John A. Logan, son of Gen- 
eral Logan. She was of royal breeding, and the hand- 
somest wolfhound I have ever seen. Her coat, a mag- 
nificent one, in color a beautiful tawny yellow ; she had 
four white feet, a white stripe in her breast, and the tip 
of her glorious brush, carried aloft in graceful curve, 
was like ' The White Plume of Henry of Navarre.' A 
little child once said of her, ' Her tail is just like a 
plume,' and a lady remarked, ' I believe her tail is wired 
up/ 

" It was one of her great delights to walk in the 
park or across country with her fond and proud master, 
who had to answer many curious questions as tc her 



300 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

strength and fleetness were her protectors, and I think 
her keenness of scent led her from afar to barbarous 
midnight feasts with other dogs, where offal was 
thrown, in out of the way places, in the gullies of the 
suburbs. Her range was wide on these nocturnal ex- 
cursions, as I have had her reported to me, a solitary 
wanderer of a moonlit night, miles away from her de- 
serted home. Some one would say, ' I saw " your big 
yellow dog " at such a place; I'd think you'd be afraid 
to let her run so.' Yet I never heard complaint or 
knew of damage or molestation of person or property. 

" She had, when stretched out at full length upon her 
side, with ears erect, a strange likeness to a deer. This 
was emphasized by her hair shading into a lighter color 
underneath, as is the case with many wild animals. 
Once when I entered the Bird and Monkey house at the 
park, she following hurriedly, when a lady visitor 
started aside and screamed in affright, saying, ' Oh, I 
thought that was a deer coming in here.' 

" She was proud of her ability to run and jump and 
would race at full speed round and round in broad cir- 
cles, when taken into the fields and told to start, appar- 
ently quite aware she was doing her ' stint ' for the en- 
tertainment of friends. 

" When I was out of town, or if for any reason her 
presence was not desired at the house, she was put in 
possession of a fine large box stall at the stable of a 
most kind neighboring veterinary, where the Doctor, 
and her faithful attendant and beloved friend ' Wil- 
liam ' made her life a happy one with kindest care and 
when possible the run of the large stable and yard. 
She had an inclination to burrow and could in a sur- 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 301 

prisingly short time dig an ample den to shield from 
summer heat from which she suffered much. 

" At one time she had a mate, a male called ' Czar,' 
who, while larger and a little coarser as became his 
sex, was of the same color, and similarly marked. They 
made a most picturesque and striking looking pair. He 
died while young, although he had nearly attained his 
growth, and was a fine specimen. 

" Nio loved to travel, having been taken to New 
York twice and to Washington, and farther south in 
Virginia. She was quite at home on the train, in a 
carriage or cab, at a hotel, or in a railway waiting room. 
She was also fond of electric car riding about town 
and in the suburbs. Neat and well behaved, she was 
so well trained and attractive that I was often allowed 
to take her into fine restaurants in different cities, and 
once in Buffalo was permitted to keep her in my room 
at a first class hotel. When she had in any way given 
offence, or was reproved, she seemed to feel assured of 
forgiveness when she ' begged ' with most graceful ges- 
ture of her fore-paws, with the beautiful head held on 
one side with such a coquettish droop, and the lovely 
eyes so much in evidence. Ordinarily kind and gentle, 
she was fierce as a tiger on occasion, as when followed 
or molested by strange dogs, and her rage when mules 
came in sight was both amusing and terrifying. 

" Petted and most kindly cared for, loved and loving 
in life, her end was too sad to relate. There were sin- 
cere mourners at her burial, and her memory is still 
green with the many who knew her but to love and 
admire. 

" Ernest Seton Thompson says, ' No wild animal 



302 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

dies of old age. Its life has soon or late a tragic end.' 
Is this not true of nearly all our domesticated animals, 
the pets and companions we become so much attached 
to?" 

Nio was one of the most beautiful and intelligent 
dogs I have ever seen. She seemed almost human, and 
was prized as one might a beloved friend. She was 
supposedly poisoned, Mr. Post tells me, by some mis- 
creant, as have been other beautiful and valuable dogs. 
How any human being could have done such a das- 
tardly deed it seems impossible to conjecture. She was 
found dead, having passed through her last agony alone. 

Anna Chapin Ray, the author, writes me : " All my 
life we have had pet dogs, but Glencoe is the dearest of 
them all. I have just had a life-size picture of him to 
hang over my writing table. 

" Eight years ago this summer, I was boarding in a 
village among the New Hampshire hills. Our family 
collie had just died, and the sorrow for his loss led me 
to make friends with the collie next door. To my sur- 
prise, I was at once asked if I would take him as a 
gift. The farmer who owned him was a strict utili- 
tarian. Glencoe refused to go to pasture and bring 
home the cows, therefore there was no use in allowing 
Glencoe to live. Two days before my arrival, the old 
man had taken an axe, tied Glencoe to the tail of his 
wagon and driven away into the woods. Later, he re- 
turned, sheepish and apologetic, with Glencoe capering 
at his side. ' He looked so steady into my eyes that I 
couldn't,' he confessed. ' Next week I'll do it.' But 
before next week came, Glencoe was adopted into his 
new home. 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 303 

" He was little more than a puppy then, a puppy who 
ran after his own tail and leaped over the horse's back 
in sheer puppy joy of living. Now, old, sedate, stately, 
he is nearing the end. But, from the hour of my bring- 
ing him home up to the present moment, his devotion 
and loyalty have never failed me. Going from side to 
side of the house in order to lie under the window where 
I am sitting, running for long miles beside my bicycle, 
trudging solemnly at my heels when I go to market 
and pressing close at my side at the approach of suspi- 
cious-looking strangers, for hours at a time snoozing 
on the couch in my writing-room, to the manifest det- 
riment of the pillows; during all these years, he has 
been my constant companion. Standing at the window 
and peering in, he is deaf and blind to the other mem- 
bers of the family. 

" Petted by all, he ignores all their blandishments and 
looks through and over them to me at the far end of the 
room. Eager and alert when he sees me put on my hat, 
a simple ' It's Sunday, Glencoe/ or ' I'm going in town/ 
makes the tail droop and the eyes grow dull. His only 
sin lies in his affinity for the subsoil of our flower-beds. 
The Man with a Hoe is an idler in comparison with 
Glencoe. 

" It counts for little to me that he is a registered, 
thoroughbred collie, that he is intelligent and obedient. 
It does count, however, that his life centres in mine, 
that his eager, questioning eyes grow sorry or glad 
with my frown or smile. And if, now that he is old 
and infirm, he brings me into social disgrace by tum- 
bling headforemost into a neighbor's waste-pit in his 
search for stray tidbits, by being discovered there and 



304 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

assisted to clamber out by means of a step-ladder, and 
by coming home, a sodden, ashy bundle of apologies, 
one look of those brown eyes, one wag of that bushy 
tail makes me forget everything but the many good 
times we have spent together. His days are passing 
all too fast; but my own Happy Hunting Ground has 
plenty of room for Glencoe beside me." 

Queen Victoria was very fond of dogs. " The dog 
houses of Windsor afford excellent examples of minia- 
ture architecture. They are on a beautiful slope by the 
home of the keeper. When the Queen drives up, and 
the favorites have the freedom of the ' smooth shaven 
lawn,' gambols, races and barking beggar description. 

" One pet collie rejoiced in the name of Sharp. He 
had all his meals with his mistress, being seldom away 
from her. Though such a favorite, says a "writer in 
Lloyd's Weekly, the popularity of the quadruped had 
limits. The households used to retreat before him, for 
Sharp not only barked with vigor, but could bite with 
spite. Even the Queen mentions that the pet was fond 
of fighting. Referring to him after a ramble, she men- 
tions that the collie varied the monotony of the walk 
by numerous ' collie shangies ;' it is the Highland phrase 
for a set-to between dogs of Sharp's breed. One of 
them, pure white, Lily, always travels with Her Majesty. 
Other special favorites have been a merry romping 
little, tan colored, German Spitz dog, Marco, and his 
wife, Lenda. They have had a large family, of which 
several members have been given away as presents. 
The earlier royal favorites were Skye terriers and turn- 
spits. But during later times Her Majesty has shown 
preference for collies and spitzers. Snowball, a partial- 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 305 

larly graceful collie, is, as his name implies, of snowy 
whiteness. This animal was presented to her on the 
occasion of her jubilee. 

" One dog, the elder Noble, given nearly twenty 
years ago to the Queen by the Duke of Roxburgh, has 
been commemorated by the recipient. It is in the auto- 
biographical ' Leaves.' The writer speaks of him as the 
' good, dear Noble,' and continues : ' He is the most 
biddable dog I ever saw so affectionate and kind. If 
he thinks you are not pleased with him he puts out his 
paws and begs in such an affectionate way.' He had a 
special privilege once upon a time of guarding the 
Queen's gloves. The record of the dog has a touch of 
pathos. Not only has Noble's once rich brown muzzle 
grown white with years, but the dog's eyesight has 
gone. Tied to a string he follows a keeper. Yet the 
veteran now and again snatches an exceeding joy. The 
Queen's affection for the dog has increased with his in- 
firmities. And when the royal hand caresses him as of 
yore Noble is as happy as when he rejoiced in the 
breezes and sunshine of Deeside." 

" Marie Antoinette's Jet lives in history. It is one 
of the most graphic points in Dumas' ' Chevalier of the 
Red House,' where the Queen's pet is introduced. But 
for the noise made by the dog in a prison corridor dev- 
otees of the unfortunate Queen believed that they 
might have carried her off in safety. Tenanting a 
house near the gaol these loyalists had burrowed a thor- 
oughfare under part of the building in which the 
Queen was kept. Allowed to walk in a passage out- 
side, she shared the exercises with Elizabeth, Mme. 
Royale and Jet. His acute ear caught sounds beneath 



306 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

one of the corridor trap doors. A turnkey's attention 
was drawn to the extraordinary noise of the pet and an 
alarm was sounded. A search revealed the subterran- 
ean excavation, but the conspirators had escaped. Af- 
ter this Jet was taken from his mistress. She shed bitter 
tears at the separation." 

" That extraordinary woman, Queen Christina of 
Sweden, with her love of field sports, horses and ath- 
letic games, had in her time as many favorite dogs as 
Queen Victoria. Caesar, a dashing wolf hound, always 
during his life sat with her at church. Having been 
lamed he was left alone one Sunday, but leaping from 
the window he hobbled to the cathedral and rent the air 
with cries for admission. They were heard by the 
Queen. Soon Csesar appeared. Christina's finger 
pointed to her feet. The dog reposed there like a stone 
effigy." 

" Catherine of Russia possessed a lovely French 
spaniel, which she called Babe. He literally cost her his 
weight in gold, his owner being a capital fellow at driv- 
ing a bargain. Catherine used to comb and dress the 
pet herself." 

" In February, 1643, Queen Henrietta landed in 
Yorkshire, at Burlington. Sounds of battle were in 
the air. They were from Batten's ships, who tried to 
frustrate the royal landing. Foiled, the admiral began 
a furious cannonade upon the house where the Queen 
had taken refuge. Batten wanted her life, for she had 
been voted guilty of high treason by the Parliament, to 
whom she was an object of hatred. Her friends 
pressed her earnestly to leave. She did this, and took 
shelter in' a ditch outside the town. Perilous, indeed, 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 307 

was her position, bullets fast and furious going through 
the air and dropping about. She told Mme. de Motte- 
ville all her sad and tragic adventures. One point 
shows the woman's heart. 

"'I had an old, ugly dog,' she said, ' called Mitte. I 
loved Mitte very much. When in the middle of Bur- 
lington street I remembered I had left the dog at the 
mercy of the Parliamentary sailor. I instantly turned, 
went again to the house, rushed upstairs, caught up the 
dog sleeping on the bed and brought her away.' It was 
after this brave and tender exploit that Henrietta Maria 
gained the ditch." 

" Good Queen Bess was a lover of hounds and all 
sorts of dogs. When the princess was undergoing 
imprisonment at Woodstock, Sir Thomas Bedingfield 
won her heart by the present of a hound. She found 
him such a companionable fellow that she named him 
Friend. When she returned to Hatfield, Friend was her 
constant playfellow. By a coincidence the incarceration 
of Mary, Queen of Scots, cousin of Elizabeth, had a 
ray of sunshine in the latter part of the time. It was 
the gamboling affection of a little French dog. He 
was in the hall at Fotheringay on the memorable occa- 
sion of the execution, February i, 1587. 'All her 
beauty had gone/ wrote Dickens, ' but she was beauti- 
ful enough to her spaniel, who lay down beside her 
headless body.' He caressed the body, refused to 
leave till forcibly withdrawn, and died of grief in a 
day or two." 

From Everywhere tells this story of Florence 
Nightingale, found also in Little Folks. 

"There is a beautiful story told of Florence Night- 



308 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

ingale, the famous nurse of the Crimean War, which 
shows that when she was a child she had the nursing 
instinct strongly developed. 

" Her wounded patient was a Scotch shepherd dog. 
Some boys had hurt and apparently broken its leg by 
throwing stones, and it had been decided to hang it to 
put it out of its misery. 

' The little girl went fearlessly up to where he lay, 
saying in a soft, caressing tone, ' Poor Cap, poor Cap.' 
It was enough. He looked up with his speaking brown 
eyes, now bloodshot and full of pain, into her face, and 
did not resent it when, kneeling down beside him, she 
stroked with her little ungloved hand the large, intelli- 
gent head. 

" To the vicar he'%as rather less amenable but by 
dint of coaxing he at last allowed him to touch and 
examine the wounded leg, Florence persuasively telling 
him that it was ' all right.' Indeed, she was on the 
floor beside him, with his head on her lap, keeping up 
a continuous murmur, such as a mother does over a sick 
child. ' Well,' said the vicar, rising from his examina- 
tion, ' so far as I can tell, there are no bones broken ; 
the leg is badly bruised. It ought to be fomented to 
take the inflammation and swelling down.' ' How do 
you foment ? ' asked Florence. ' With hot cloths 
dipped in boiling water,' answered the vicar. ' Then 
that's quite easy. I'll stay and do it. Now, Jimmy, 
get sticks and make the kettle boil.' 

" There was no hesitation in the child's manner; she 
was told what ought to be done, and she set about doing 
it as a simple matter of course. ' But they will be ex- 
pecting you at home,' said the vicar. ' Not if you tell 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 309 

them I'm here,' answered Florence; ' and my sister and 
one of the maids can come and take me home in time 
for tea, and,' she hesitated, ' they had better bring some 
old flannel and cloths ; there does not seem to be much 
here. But you will wait and show me how to foment, 
won't you? ' ' Well, yes,' said the vicar, carried away 
by the quick energy of the little girl. And soon the 
fire was lit and the water boiling. An old smock frock 
of the shepherd had been discovered in a corner, which 
Florence had deliberately torn in pieces, and to the 
vicar's remark, ' What will Roger say ? ' she answered, 
' We'll get him another.' And so Florence Nightin- 
gale made her first compress and spent all that bright 
spring day in nursing her first patient the shepherd 
dog." 

" Sir Walter Scott was perhaps the most devoted dog 
lover that ever was," says the Westminster Review. 
" Anyone who has ever read Lockhart's ' Life ' will 
readily admit this. ' Scott and his dogs ' is a well- 
known picture, and has become a well-known phrase. 

" Who can forget the description of Camp and 
Maida? It was Camp who once bit the baker, and was 
severely reproved for his misdeed, after which he never 
heard the word ' baker ' mentioned, even in the most 
casual way, without crawling under the table in the 
most dire distress. 

" Scott felt Camp's death acutely. It is said that on 
the evening of the sad event he excused himself from at- 
tending a dinner party, pleading as his apology 'the 
death of a dear old friend.' 

" Maida was, if possible, even more beloved. She 
was a cross between a wolf and a deer hound. Scores 



310 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

of artists painted Maida's likeness. Once a friend of 
Scott's picked up at Munich a common snuffbox, price 
one franc, with Maida for a frontispiece, and the su- 
perscription, " Der liebeling Hund von Walter Scott," 
showing how far the fame of the dog lover had 
traveled. 

" Maida died of sheer old age. The well-known 
epitaph for her grave, by Lockhart, ran thus : 

" Maidae marmorea dormis sub imagine Maida, 
Ad ianuam domini sit tibi terra levis," 

which Scott translated into English thus: 

" Beneath the sculptured form which late you wore 
Sleep soundly, Maida, at your master's door." 

" Ouida " is very fond of dogs and opposed to muz- 
zling, as are most persons who have given the matter 
any thought: 

" A short time ago Willie Strange, son of Alderman 
Strange, of Eastbourne, was fined by the Eastbourne 
Magistrates for allowing a pet dog to be at large un- 
muzzled. The little boy produced a money-box in 
court and paid the fine in small coins. ' Ouida,' hav- 
ing seen an account of the case in the foreign news- 
papers, has sent the youthful defendant a letter from 
Italy, dated January 24. The letter, which is in the 
possession of Mr. Nevile Strange, of Leamington, the 
boy's brother, is as follows : 

" ' MY DEAR BOY : I have seen your action as re- 
corded in the papers with much pleasure. Any devo- 
tion you pay to your dog will be repaid to you a thou- 
sand fold by his affection. It is only men who betray 
those who befriend them. The muzzling craze is a 
brutal folly and a disgrace to England. Accept this 



Devotion cf Human Beings to Animals 311 

little half napoleon for your savings-box, and if ever I 
can be useful to you or your dog command me. 1 re- 
main yours, with much sympathy. OUIDA.' ' 

Yet all these pets are no dearer to the rich, than are 
the pets of the poor to them; no dearer than Jack to 
the children of Thomas O'Hanlon, a laborer in Pater- 
son, N. J. He was a homeless waif whom boys stoned, 
and who had crawled into an out-of-the-way place to 
starve, when the O'Hanlon children found him and 
took him to their poor abode. When the dog's license 
had expired, a dog ought not to be licensed any more 
than a pet canary or a pet cat, but should be kept in 
the homes of the poor as a guard and companion 
there was no money in the house to pay for the renewal 
of Jack's license. The World, for October 24, 1897, 
thus describes the devotion of the family for Jack : 
" O'Hanlon was summoned to court and reprimanded 
for not getting the license renewed. When he ex- 
plained that he had no money to buy bread, much less 
dog licenses, the magistrate committed him to jail for 
ten days, remarking that a man so poor had no business 
to keep a dog. 

" The dog was to be taken away from the O'Hanlon 
home. The four children were sobbing with grief and 
terror. Jack, their pet, their companion, and friend, 
was to be dragged, howling, from their embraces. Mrs. 
O'Hanlon had a little money she had earned by going 
out washing and scrubbing. She needed it sorely to 
buy food. But she took it, went out and gathered a lit- 
tle more from sympathizers, paid the license fee and 
the costs to the county of her husband's arrest, brought 
him home and kept the dog. 



312 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

" A Sunday World reporter went to Paterson to 
see the dog who could arouse such devotion and self- 
sacrifice in the breasts of poor, toiling, humble people. 
The O'Hanlons live in a tiny, weather-beaten shed, 
set well back from the street. It was the abode of 
dire, cruel poverty. The furniture was old and broken ; 
there was no fire in the stove; the three little children 
were in rags and tatters, and all, even the baby, were 
barefooted. 

" ' May I see your dog ? ' I asked the little girl. 

"'Jack?' she asked, while a smile lighted up her 
little face, serious and anxious enough for a woman of 
twenty-five. ' Oh, yes, ma'am, you may see Jack. 
We've been having lots of trouble about Jack lately. 
We're so poor, ma'am,' she continued with artless 
simplicity. ' Sometimes we don't have anything to eat 
but bread and tea. And my father couldn't buy a 
license for Jack. So they put him in jail, and were 
going to take Jack off and kill him, I guess. But my 
mother she goes out to work, you know she had 
eighty cents, and she got about two dollars that was 
due my father for being watchman at Gallin's, and so 
we saved Jack.' 

" ' Do you love Jack so much ? ' 

' Oh, yes, ma'am, I don't know how we could live 
without Jack. He knows such a lot. He can't do no 
tricks, but he knows me and the children and loves us 
so.' 

" She ran ahead until she came to a dreadful back 
yard, where, among coal cinders, rags, old bottles, tin 
cans, and refuse of all sorts, a homely, scrubby black 
dog lay huddled in the dirt, looking up with wistful, 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 313 

hungry eyes at the sound of the childish voices. Jack 
rose, and slouched up to his friends, wagging his apol- 
ogy for a tail, and licking the tiny, thin hands held out 
to him. 

" ' Wouldn't you sell Jack? ' I asked. 

" Mamie's eyes filled with tears. ' Oh/ she said, with 
a world of pathos in her voice, ' we couldn't sell Jack.' 

" But if you were to sell Jack perhaps you could have 
toys, even a doll.' 

" Mamie's eyes shone for a moment. ' I should love 
a doil,' she said thoughtfully; then, looking down at the 
humble black friend who sat on his haunches regarding 
her with a look of anxiety as if he felt she was deciding 
his fate, ' but, oh, ma'am, I'd rather have Jack.' 

" Jack rose and wriggled to his loyal little friend, 
bobbing his head as if in recognition of her fidelity, 
and licked her cold, red fingers. 

" ' Would you share your food with Jack? ' 

" ' I have, many a time, ma'am. I always will. Of 
course Jack don't get bones or meat very often because 
we're so poor. And dogs don't like bread crusts very 
much, and ' with unconscious humor ' they can't 
drink tea. So Jack goes hungry a good many times.' 

" As the reporter came away the sunny-haired baby 
was patting the dog's head and cooing to it. Jack had 
risen on his hind feet and was gently licking the baby's 
face with his long, rough tongue." 

The St. James Gazette tells this story of Jack, the 
pet fox terrier of Sir Henry Hawkins : ' ' Jack had an 
inherent hatred of suspicious customers likely to be 
dangerous/ the judge remarked. ' He could detect one 
in a moment, and he also appeared to know a dog- 



314 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

stealer by intuition. These gentry were constantly after 
him, but as I, from sad experience, was tolerably well 
versed in their ways, I need scarcely tell you that I 
never let Jack wander a yard out of my sight at any 
rate, out of doors. Had I done so, he would have been 
snapped up instantly, for, as you are aware, he was not 
a stranger in the land. Whenever I passed a man who 
seemed to me to be a member of the dog-stealing bri- 
gade, I used to say : ' Jack, come here is that a dog- 
stealer ? ' He knew the meaning of these words, and 
would rush to my side immediately. He was never 
stolen/ 

" Jack knew the time of day when his master was 
wont to depart for the law courts, and often delighted 
in jumping into the cab and accompanying the judge to 
his work. ' Jack liked his muzzle, after once he became 
accustomed to it/ Sir Henry observed presently, ' and 
for a very good reason he found that wearing it 
was the only way to get out. Poor little fellow ! he 
was taken ill, and although he received unremitting 
attention he gradually sank.' Sir Henry was with him 
at the end and was convinced that he knew he was going 
to die. ' No, I shall never have another dog/ Sir 
Henry added, deeply touched at the recollection of his 
lost pet. ' After having liked a dog and lived with it 
for years one can't replace it. I loved my little Jack, and 
it was a terrible shock when he was taken from me.' 
Until his death a few years ago, Jack, the fox terrier, 
was Sir Henry's inseparable companion and friend." 

" Du Maurier," says Harper's Weekly, " loved dogs, 
as we all do who are normally constructed. His pic- 
tures are good evidence on this point, and one of the 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 3 1 5 

conspicuous ornaments of his Hampstead house was the 
skin of his huge Newfoundland pet. One day, while 
taking his favorite walk about the heath, he saw a 
gathering of people on the borders of the shallow pond 
which is a particular attraction to Hampstead. A thin 
coating of ice covered the water, excepting where a little 
dog had broken through and was ineffectually strug- 
gling to get out again. The ice was, however, so weak 
that whenever the little creature drew its front paws 
up over the edge it broke under its weight, and forced 
him to repeat this painful operation again and again, 
until it looked as though the poor animal would become 
exhausted in its efforts. 

" Du Maurier was in delicate health at the time, and 
knowing that the water was nowhere more than three 
feet deep, called to the idlers in the crowd, ' Here's half 
a crown for the man who fetches that dog ashore ! ' 
The offer was not accepted; at least, not soon enough 
to satisfy the mercurial artist. So, despite the doctor, 
into the pond rushed Du Maurier, breaking his way 
through the thin ice until he reached the drowning 
doggie, which he seized in his arms and brought ashore 
amid the cheers of the bystanders." 

The American Missionary Association, New York. 
says that Abraham Lincoln when a schoolboy rescued a 
little dog that was being abused by schoolmates, and 
taking it up in his arms, carried it to a place of safety, 
facing the ridicule and stones of his companions. 

Another story of Lincoln illustrates his kind heart. 
He was riding with a party of lawyers from one town 
to another to attend court, when as they passed some 
trees, he noticed that a little bird had fallen from a 



316 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

nest and was fluttering by the roadside. Mr. Lincoln 
stopped his horse, took up the bird tenderly and set it 
on a limb near the nest. His companions laughed and 
asked why he had delayed them for such a little thing as 
that. Lincoln replied, '' I can only say this, that I feel 
better for it." 

Miss Sarah J. Eddy, in Friends and Helpers, a book 
which should be used in every school for supplementary 
reading, tells this story of a brave kinsman of mine. 
" Some years ago, General David Sloane Stanley, of 
the United States Army, was leading a force across the 
plains. He was laying out the route for a great rail- 
road. There were two thousand men, twenty-five hun- 
dred horses and a train of two hundred and fifty wagons 
heavily laden. 

" One day the general was riding at the head of the 
broad column, when suddenly his voice rang out, 
'Halt!' 

" A bird's nest lay on the ground directly in front of 
him. In another moment the horses would have tram- 
pled on the nestlings. The mother bird was flying about 
and chirping in the greatest anxiety. But the brave 
general had not brought out his army to destroy a 
bird's nest. 

" He halted for a moment, looked at the little birds in 
the nest below, and then gave the order, ' Left oblique ! ' 

" Then horses, mules, and wagons turned aside and 
spared the home of the helpless birds. Months and even 
years after, those who crossed the plains saw a great 
bend in the trail. It was the bend made to avoid crush- 
ing the birds' nest. Truly, great hearts are tender 
hearts, and the loving are the daring.' " 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 3 1 7 

Frances Power Cobbe in her Autobiography says 
John Bright told her " of a poor cripple woman in a 
miserable cottage near Llandudno, where he usually 
spent his holidays. He had got into the habit of visiting 
this poor creature, who could not stir from her bed, 
but lay there all day long, her husband being out at 
work as a laborer. Sometimes a neighbor would look in 
and give her food, but unless one did so, she was en- 
tirely helpless. Her only companion was her dog, a 
fine collie, who lay beside her on the floor, ran in and 
out, licked her poor useless hands, and showed his ap- 
preciation in a hundred ways. Bright grew fond of the 
dog, and the dog always welcomed him each year with 
gambols of joy. One summer he came to the cottage, 
and the helpless cripple lay on her pallet still, but the 
dog did not come out to him as usual, and his first 
question to the woman was, 'Where is your collie?' 
The answer was that her husband had drowned the dog 
to save the expense of feeding it! " 

Mrs. Evans, great aunt of Charles Stewart Parnell, 
lived next door to Miss Cobbe at Newbridge. Sh died 
in Paris. " Her remains, enclosed in a leaden coffin," 
says Miss Cobbe, " were brought back to Portrane and 
her Irish terrier, who adored her, somehow recognized 
the dreadful chest and exhibited a frenzy of grief, leap- 
ing upon it and tearing at the pall with piteous cries. 
Next morning, strange to say, the poor brute was, with 
six others about the place, in such a state of excitement 
as to be supposed to be rabid and it was thought neces- 
sary to shoot them all. One of them leaped the gates of 
the yard and escaping bit two of my father's cows, 
which became rabid and were shot in my presence. 



3 1 8 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

Mrs. Evans was buried beside her beloved husband in 
the little roofless and ruined church of Portrane, close 
by the shore. On another grave in the same church be- 
longing to the same family, a dog had some years pre- 
viously died of grief." 

Elsewhere Miss Cobbe writes : " Later on I had the 
companionship of another beautiful mouse-colored 
Pomeranian, brought as a puppy from Switzerland. 
In my hardworking life in Bristol in the schools and 
workhouse she followed me and ingratiated herself 
everywhere, and my solitary evenings were much the 
happier for dear Hajjin's company. Many years after- 
wards she was laid under the sod of our garden in 
Hereford Square. 

" Another dog of the same breed whom I sent away 
at one year old to live in the country was returned to 
me eight years afterward, old and diseased. The poor 
beast recognized me after a few moments' eager exami- 
nation and uttered an actual scream of joy when I 
called her by name; exhibiting every token of tender 
affection for me ever afterwards. When one reflects 
what eight years signify in the life of a dog almost 
equivalent to the distance between sixteen and sixty 
in a human being some measure is afforded by this in- 
stance of the durability of a dog's attachment. Hap- 
pily, kind Dr. Hogan cured poor Dee of her malady, 
and she and I enjoyed five happy years of companion- 
ship ere she died here in Hengwrt. I have dedicated 
my ' Friend of Man ' to her memory." 

Robert Browning loved animals and wrote Miss 
Cobbe : " I would rather submit to the worst of deaths 
so far as pain goes, than have a single dog or cat tor- 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 319 

tured on the pretence of sparing a twinge or two. 
I shall rejoice if that abominable and stupid cruelty 
of pigeon shooting is put a stop to. The other detesta- 
ble practice, vivisection, strikes deeper root, I fear; 
but God bless who ever tugs at it." 

An exchange has the following account of Mr. Henry 
Manget of Atlanta, who took the prize for garden 
farming at the Omaha Exposition, and who trains ani- 
mals as wonderfully as he grows vegetables. " In 
speaking of them recently, he said : ' When we call 
in dumb beasts to be our assistants we should be kind 
to them. Love is the great ruling power of the uni- 
verse. If my dog loves me, my horse or my cow, I 
get from them a return which it is impossible to get 
from dumb driven beasts suffering under the brutal 
lash.' Here, calling his collie dog, he told it to kiss the 
horse, a feat which it performed in most artistic manner. 
1 Nor is that all,' said Mr. Manget. ' Here is my flock 
of ducks. They understand English as well as you do. 
It is now noonday. Yet upon my word you will see 
them go to roost and to sleep.' 

" Then calling out to the ducks, about eighteen or 
twenty in number, he said : ' Go to bed.' The order 
struck the ducks with some evident amazement, for 
while they stopped their plucking of grass and looked 
upon him as if in semi-revolt, yet upon observing his 
steady gaze, the leading duck started off to the fowl- 
house, walked into the small door, followed by all its 
companions, and they remained there until Mr. Manget 
gave the word for them to come out again. 

" ' I train everything about me in this way,' said he, 
1 so that there is a perfect understanding upon the place. 



320 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

The land understands me, the horse understands me, 
the ducks understand me, my dog understands me.' 

" By this time, having been walking toward the house 
during the conversation, he reached the stable. 

' I want you,' said Mr. Manget, ' to see how this 
stable is arranged. Here is a stall for my horse. You 
observe there is a double window in it, that it is per- 
fectly clean, and that there is an abundance of food in 
the loft. To a horse has been given the gift of sight 
and of the enjoyment of scenery. After my horse has 
worked hard for me, he has earned a right to all the 
enjoyments which I can give back to him, and for this 
reason you see here a window washed as clean as the 
window in my house,- so that the horse, while in his 
stall, can look out and see what is going on. The same 
thing is true in my cow stall here. If I expect God to 
reward my labor, I must in return reward the labor of 
those who work for me.' ' 

There is a dog, Wang, at the Gordon Boys' Orphan- 
age at Dover, England, that once belonged to General 
Gordon of the English army, which money could not 
buy. General Gordon on leaving China for Khartoum, 
brought three rare Chow puppies with him, and gave 
one of them, Wang, to the daughter of Sir John Adies, 
then commanding at Gibraltar. Wang stayed with this 
lady until her husband, in the Royal Artillery, went to 
London. Wang was then given to Major Seel of the 
King's regiment, and later, to the orphanage. He is 
over fourteen years of age, deaf and lame, but greatly 
loved by all, and tenderly cared for by his little keeper, 
Robert Robinson. Robert was turned out of doors by a 
bad father in Crewe, when he tramped from place to 




i. WANG, CHOW DOG FROM CHINA, owned by the Gordon Boys' 
Orphanage, Dover, England. 2. "CnuMS," DON AND Trr- 
WILLOW, owned by Mr. A. W. Palmer, Xatick, Mass. (p. 330). 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 321 

place, and was finally found in London, a mere bundle 
of rags and bones, asleep at the foot of the Gordon 
statue in Trafalgar Square, whence he was taken to the 
orphanage and became the keeper of Wang. " Wang 
died recently, and Robert is a soldier in the army now." 
Mr. Thomas Blackman, the founder, at Gordon's death 
in 1885, and treasurer of the orphanage, writes me, 
" The institution has over one hundred homeless, or- 
phan boys, and the founder wisely allows them many 
pets, dogs, cats, pigeons, etc." 

The Dog Fancier, Battle Creek, Mich., January, 
1899, tells this incident of the courtesy of Washington, 
and his kindness to dogs : 

" A new story is told in the lately published memoirs 
of the Chevalier de Pontgibaud, a volunteer in the 
American Revolution. On one occasion he and a party 
of officers were dining with General Washington at 
Valley Forge. In the middle of the meal conversation 
was interrupted by the sudden intrusion of a large and 
handsome sporting dog, whose collar and neat appear- 
ance showed that he had an affectionate and devoted 
master. He was evidently very hungry and thirsty, 
and General Washington, to the joy of the Frenchman, 
treated him as a guest and gave him a hearty dinner. 
The dog became friendly, and allowed the general to 
read the inscription on his collar, which was ' General 
Howe.' The great commander called an orderly, and 
sent the dog, under a flag of truce, to the British lines. 
The same afternoon General Howe sent back a letter 
of thanks for the distinguished courtesy of his foe." 

The Chicago Record tells this kindly incident of a 
colored corporal in the Spanish- American war : 



322 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

"The night of the El Caney affair," said the late 
lamented General Lawton, " when my division was 
marching back to El Paso to take up a new position the 
next morning, I was sitting with Major G. Creighton 
Webb, Inspector-General of my staff, and one of the 
pluckiest men I know, at the side of the road. My men 
were filing past, and we watched them. They were 
tired out, but full of ginger. The day was just begin- 
ning to dawn when we heard some one coming down 
the road, talking at the top of his lungs. He talked and 
laughed and laughed and talked, and the men with him 
were chattering and joking. 

" * Here come the colored troops,' said Webb, and 
sure enough the Twenty-fifth Infantry came along. 
The man who was doing the talking was a six-foot cor- 
poral. He carried two guns and two cartridge belts 
loaded full, and the man to whom the extra gun and belt 
belonged was limping alongside him. The tall cor- 
poral was weighted down with his blanket and haver- 
sack, but in his arms he carried a dog, the mascot of his 
company. 

" ' Here, corporal/ said Webb, " didn't you march 
all last night ? ' 

" ' Yes, sir/ said the corporal, trying to salute. 

" 'And didn't you fight all day? ' 

" ' Sure, sir/ 

' And haven't you been marching ever since ten 
o'clock to-night ? ' 

" ' Yes, sir/ said the corporal. 

" ' Well, then/ shouted Webb, ' what are you carry- 
ing that dog for ? ' 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 323 

' Why, boss, the dog's tired/ was the reply." 
With all the indifference to animals in the world, 
there are yet thousands of kind hearts. Many a good 
woman does not fail to put out a dish of water and one 
of food for the stray dog or cat that may come near her 
home. She has " given a cup of cold water in His 
name and she will in no wise lose her reward." Or 
she makes effort and finds a home for the homeless, not 
forgetting to keep some in her own house, however 
much care they may be, realizing that life i not given 
us to shirk responsibilities, but to do our duty as far as 
possible for those who are speechless, as well as for 
human beings. 

The New York World tells of Mrs. Mary Hansler 
of 309 East Twenty-sixth street, who has three former 
strays which she cares for in her own home, Rollo, a 
shepherd dog who was found seven years ago in a snow- 
drift, nearly frozen; Pico, a pug, who nearly starved, 
was taken off the street, and Jack, a big black creature 
saved in a blizzard. Mrs. Hansler has found homes for 
many, and when injured beyond help, she has them mer- 
cifully killed. In a " mad dog " scare, when so many 
helpless creatures, either lost, or ill, are goaded into 
frenzy by a thoughtless crowd, Mrs. Hansler did a 
noble act on Fourteenth street. People were running 
in every direction through fear, when a little woman in 
black said, " Don't be afraid. He is not mad, only 
hungry," and approached the snapping and frightened 
animal, talked to him softly, laid her hand upon his 
head, and carried him home, and thus saved him from 
a brutal death. 



324 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

The celebrated Russian surgeon, Professor Nikolai 
Pirogow, became very fond of animals in his later 
years. He wrote in his memoirs : 

" Thirty years ago I looked upon sympathy with 
dogs being vivisected, and even upon any affection for 
animals, as affected and sentimental. Time changes 
many things, and I, who once had no pity for the suf- 
ferings which I inflicted on dozens of animals by vivi- 
section (chloroform was not known at that time), 
would not now decide to cut a dog open out of scien- 
tific curiosity, and I can easily believe what at first 
struck me as incredible : that Haller, in his old age, sank 
into melancholy, attributing it to having vivisected in 
his youth, as Zimmermann, if I mistake not, tells us in 
his work, ' Ueber die Einsamkeit.' 

" Those incidents which weigh especially heavy upon 
me are when I tortured animals unnecessarily out of 
ignorance, inexperience, folly, or God only knows why. 
In fact, the most bitter melancholy overcomes us at the 
thought of violence done by us against our proper feel- 
ings. With whatever indifference we have wounded 
the feelings of others, we can never be certain that it 
may not sooner or later be revenged on our own feel- 
ings. When * My Lady,' dying in agonies, kept her 
eyes fixed on me, and, notwithstanding her sufferings 
and groaning, wagged her tail slowly to greet me, 
then the remembrance of the tortures inflicted thirty 
or forty years ago on hundreds of dogs like ' My Lady ' 
came to my mind with the love for my little dog, and 
my heart was unutterably sad." 

Rev. Dr. George Leon Walker, the late able and 
beloved pastor of my old church in Hartford, Conn., 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 325 

the First or Centre Church, said to his people in May, 
1891, in a sermon on Our Humble Associates: "I 
have been the possessor of the affection of two dogs, 
as unlike one another, though of the same nominal 
breed, as any two men. And when I think of the big 
heart and boundless passionate love which one of 
those two creatures gave me, I count it one of the great 
mistakes, yea, sins of my life that I allowed a friend of 
mine in a great city to take him to keep awhile, when 
he mourned for me, as I afterward learned, with con- 
stant and inconsolable sorrow, and was finally hope- 
lessly lost, I doubt not in unavailing effort to find me 
again. I hope no one here will smile when I say, sol- 
emnly, that the pain of that poor heart has lain upon me 
for near twenty years a remorse and a burden." 

He speaks of a little dog who was for eleven years a 
member of his household. ' This little dog knew just 
as well as I did when he had broken some household 
rule or behavior; and on such occasions he received the 
small chastisement allotted for disobedience with per- 
fect recognition of its desert and with eager readiness to 
be reconciled. But on one occasion when he was thus 
lightly disciplined for a supposed offense, his behavior 
arrested my notice from its peculiarity and awoke the 
instant inquiry in my mind, whether he had, perhaps, 
not done the thing supposed. He showed none of his 
customary desire to be restored to favor. He went 
sadly to his cushion in the corner and refused to re- 
spond to my caress. No physical hurt could explain 
his behavior. He could scarcely be said to have been 
physically hurt at all. I inquired into the matter. He 
had been wronged. He had not done the thing for 



326 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

which the trifling discipline had been inflicted. He had 
been treated unjustly, and he knew it. And he made me 
know it also. I apologized to him, and he knew that I 
apologized, just as well as any man could know; but it 
was forty-eight hours before he would condescend to 
forgive the injustice. . . . The little dog who 
made me a wiser and I hope a better man for his eleven 
years' companionship with me, was brought up with a 
much older and larger one; who, when my little friend 
was about a year old, fell sick, rheumatic, and appe- 
titeless, as do many other old people. Whereupon the 
little dog constituted himself nurse and comforter to 
his older companion; carried him food from his own 
supply; danced about him to cheer his spirits up; and 
when he could induce him to eat, displayed the liveliest 
indications of delight. What trained nurse could do 
much more ? " 

Many persons have provided at death for the animals 
they loved, and all should do so. Anton Seidl, the 
famous musical conductor, in his will executed April 
21, 1897, left his magnificent collection of Wagner's 
music to the Richard Wagner Museum of Weimar, 
Germany, and the income of property at Middletown, 
N. Y., in case of the death of his wife, to Bertha 
Seiffert, for life, provided she cares for their dogs. If 
the dogs outlive her, another is designated to care for 
them in comfort. The property eventually goes in 
equal shares to the relatives of himself and wife. 
Seidl's favorite was a St. Bernard, Wotan, named like 
all his dogs after the Nibelungen heroes. Mime, a 
pet of Mrs. Seidl, was killed by Wotan, as, being al- 
lowed many privileges, and fondled by her master, the 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 327 

big dog seemed jealous, lest he be supplanted in the 
affections of the musician. 

Mrs. John M. Clay, who owns and manages the Ash- 
land stock farm at Lexington, Ky., that was owned by 
Henry Clay, caresses and pets her animals who will 
come at her call, like children. Speaking of her year- 
ling colts, she said sadly, " I have put up those babies 
to be sold, and there is no telling how they will be 
treated; why, these little things have never had a cross 
word." Every superannuated animal on her place is 
well cared for, and provided for in her will by fifty 
dollars annually for each one for life. 

Mrs. Elizabeth B. Coldwell, of Richmond, S. I., left 
a fund of ten dollars a month for the care of her pet 
Newfoundland which survives her. George Harwood, 
a wealthy farmer of Clear Springs township, Indiana, 
bequeathed sixty acres of land to a man who worked 
for him, in consideration for which the man was to 
care for a pet black horse and steer, and at their death 
they are to be buried near him in a five-acre lot, with a 
handsome monument for all. They were faithful 
friends and he did not forget them. 

The Denver Republican in the spring of 1896 tells of 
a fox terrier, a stray in the streets of Philadelphia, which 
being picked up by a wealthy resident of that city, 
Mr. Davis, they became inseparable companions. When 
Mr. Davis fell ill, the dog refused to eat or sleep, and 
would not be comforted. When his master died, he left 
$50,000 as a legacy to the dog. The terrier soon after 
became ill, and though the best medical advice was ob- 
tained, it was found that he had consumption and was 
taken by the relatives to Denver, Colorado. A nurse 



328 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

attended the devoted creature daily, but care could not 
save him. It is a pity that the money cannot be used 
for a home for animals. 

The will of Sarah E. Gardner, a niece of Commodore 
Perry, was probated at Newport, R. L, May 28, 1900, 
giving her property, $30,000 or more, to the Rhode 
Island Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Ani- 
mals. In 1842 her mother died, and after that time 
for years she lived as a servant in various homes. For 
the past twenty years she lived alone, stooped by age, 
and emaciated from want of proper nourishment, it is 
said. But she saved her money for a noble cause, quite 
in contrast to some other residents of Newport. 

The widow of Representative Amerman of Pennsyl- 
vania died in Worcester, Mass., in June, 1900, leaving 
$10,000 for the care of two horses and a dog. The 
animals are to be tenderly cared for when beyond the 
age of usefulness. 

Mrs. Ellen Cheney Johnson, late Superintendent of 
the Reformatory Prison for Women at Sherborn, 
Mass., left $300 to Emma A. Pond of Sherborn, and 
her pet dog Duchess, " in full confidence that she will 
provide a home for her as long as the said dog may 
live." Her horse, Thomas Lancaster, when the execu- 
trix shall deem best, " is to be humanely killed and 
decently buried, as it is my wish that no other person 
may own him who may abuse him in his old age." 
Mrs. Johnson left to the city of Boston $10,000 for the 
erection of a memorial drinking fountain for man and 
beast. How much better than a granite monument ! 

Mr. William C. Royal, of Germantown, Pa., died 
May 31, 1900, leaving his entire estate, $50,000, to the 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 329 

Humane Society, his wife having her annuity for life of 
$200 a month. In his will he gives to his wife his 
"horses, dogs, and any other animals I may possess; 
but should my wife be so situated at any time as to 
make the care of said animals inconvenient or burden- 
some, then, and in that case, it is my wish that upon 
her request the care and custody of said animals shall 
devolve upon the woman's branch of the Pennsylvania 
Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, and I 
bespeak from my said wife and from the said society 
the same kind treatment for said animals as they have 
received from myself. They have been my faithful serv- 
ants and amply repaid by their companionship and af- 
fection all the attention that they have received at my 
hands, and I desire, therefore, to make due provision 
for their comfort and support after I am gone. I am 
sure the society will carry out my wishes in this respect." 
The Journal of Zoophily, June, 1900, says : 
" A lady has lately died in Paris and left her whole 
fortune to the Society for the Protection of Animals. 
That organization seems to be in luck, for it is only a 
short time since it received the legacy of Mme. de 
Chassegros, amounting to something like two hundred 
thousand dollars. We wish it might be enabled thereby 
to do something more for the benefit of the Paris cab 
horses." 

Miss Ellen A. Griffin, who died April 12, 1901, in New 
York city, left $10,000 to her housekeeper, Mrs. Mc- 
Givin, for the care of her pet black and tan dog, Dandy 
Jim, while he lives. The dog lay at her feet while she 
was dying, and sincerely mourned for her when she 
was dead. Mrs. Joseph T. Johnston of Victor, Colo- 



3 30 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

rado, left $10,000 to a friend to care for two water 
spaniels to which she and her husband had been deeply 
attached. Mr. McDougal, the friend, is not to marry 
as long as the dogs live. 

A large picture hangs in my home of " Chums," two 
pets owned by Mr. and Mrs. A. W. Palmer of Natick, 
Mass., so loved by them " that no inducement to part 
with them would for a moment be considered." 

The pets are Don, a pure Scotch collie, five years old, 
very affectionate, and Titwillow, a fine tiger cat, three 
months younger than Don. Both are very fond of 
each other. Many steel engravings have been made of 
these two fine animals. 

Mrs. Adah D. Campbell of Denver, Colo., sends me 
pictures of her mastiff, " Joe," and his little kennel com- 
panion, " Drummer." She has oil paintings of both 
dogs. She writes me concerning these pets : "I was 
never lonely with Joe for a companion. He loved me 
as I loved him and understood every word, look and 
mood of mine. We had a little game that we called 
bone or biscuit.' If he thought I was lonely or sad, 
he would get one or the other, and toss it in the air to 
attract my attention. Then he would want me to look 
everywhere about him for it, lift his feet, look in his 
mouth, under his collar. Finally I'd say ' Josie, where 
is it? I can't find it.' Then he would pitch it up, 
he'd had it under his nose all the time and throw it up 
again. Sometimes I'd hide it under my dress, or in 
my lap, and he would hunt for it. 

" I left him at a stable for a short time, and the boy 
taught him to put his paws on his shoulders, so when 
he came home he wanted to do so with me. As he 




i. BEVERYCK PUNSTER, Fox TERRIER, a prize winner. 2. DKTMMER. 
3. GENTLEMAN JOE, all owned by Mrs. A. I). Campbell, Denver, 
Colo. 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 331 

weighed two hundred and ten pounds, and I a hundred 
less, he would almost push me over, so I got in the 
habit of turning my back to him. The first thing I 
knew his arms were around my waist, and his head on 
my shoulder. He would walk all over the house and 
yard in that manner and never hurt me, as he supported 
his weight on his hind legs. When people called he 
was always friendly, but if they or I moved, he was at 
my side in a moment. 

" He never considered that he had to obey anyone 
but me. When he was a puppy, if Mr. Campbell dis- 
pleased him, he would go to the bedroom closet and get 
one of his shoes and throw it in the air several times, 
but never try to injure it in any way. The only thing 
that he ever destroyed was a weekly paper that we sel- 
dom read. If Mr. C. had offended him, he would pick 
out this paper, tear it into bits, and then bark at my 
husband as if to tell him he had ' got even.' 

" Every evening he wanted to go for a walk, and no 
matter whether we spoke of the matter in Spanish or 
English, he would run for his strap. 

" I have a folding bed which he liked to lie under in 
the summer, and upon it in the winter. He would try 
to get it down with his nose and then call me to come 
and assist him. There was nothing I had too good 
for him. He was only a dog to others but everything 
to me. He always slept in the house at night, some- 
times on the floor on a bed of his own, but usually on 
the lounge. Every morning after I got up, he had 
to get into my bed for a while. 

" For six weeks before he died with acute laryngitis 
he suffered intensely. I gave him my bed, and at the 



332 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

last the little he could eat I fed him with a spoon. The 
last three or four days of his life he was blind, and only 
moved about by the sound of my voice. 

" I had a coffin made for him, wrapped him in the 
blanket he had been sick on, and put on his collar, as he 
could never bear to be without it when well. He is 
buried in the Dog Cemetery. ' He was born a dog, 
lived like a gentleman, died like a soldier.' 

" Little Drummer came to me before he could stand 
on his hind legs, and had to be fed from a bottle. The 
first time he saw Joe, the latter yawned and Drummer 
crawled through his mouth, dear old Joe waiting pa- 
tiently for him to do so. 

" Drummer is the dearest, sauciest, crankiest little 
terrier you ever saw, but we all love him. He has al- 
ways slept in the bed with me since the first night. I 
had a nice box for him, but he tumbled out the second 
night, and had to be taken up. 

" Now he is always the first in bed, and will crowd 
and growl unless he gets all the room he wants. He 
can walk all around on his hind legs and do many cute 
tricks. He is very jealous and always hated the mas- 
tiff puppies, while Joe thought the world of them and 
would let all five sleep on his side or back. Whenever 
there was any disturbance Joe was there in a moment. 
Several times persons have tried to enter the house, both 
day and night, but were always prevented by Joe. 

" I refused a thousand dollars for Joe, twice, before 
he was a year old, but a million could not have bought 
him. The only thing Joe was afraid of was thunder. 
Then he'd hide his head in my lap, and if it got too 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 333 

severe, wanted to lie down in a dark closet and have me 
sit by him, which I always did." 

Joe was a great friend to Mrs. Campbell's Canary 
bird. When she would take off the bottom of the cage, 
and place the cage on the ground, Joe would lie with 
his nose close to it, while the bird would pull his ears. 
pick at his nose and chirp to him. " Joe is dead a 
year," she writes, " but I grieve over him and miss his 
dear, sympathetic face every day of my life." 

Baron Adolph de Rothschild left by will 6,000 to 
the Society for the Protection of Animals, and a life 
annuity of 100 to each of his own horses. 

" Anna Louise Duncan, an American, who had lived 
in Paris for twenty years, committed suicide at the 
dog cemetery, where six of her pets had been success- 
ively buried," says the New York World, May 12, 
1900. 

" Last week she lost Rob Roy, a great Newfound- 
land, of whom she was fonder than of any of his pre- 
decessors. Rob Roy was crushed by a tramcar. 

" Miss Duncan tried to survive the cruel grief, and 
bought a new canine companion. 

" Yesterday she shot herself on Rob Roy's tomb 
after having distributed her property among poor neigh- 
bors." 

" George Kendall, a widower, who boarded at 5 
Delancey street, New York city, was found dead in his 
bed last night. He had filled the crevices of the door 
and windows with paper and turned on the gas. 

"On a table near the bed was found a letter ad- 
dressed to John Mitthauer, Old Homestead, Ninety- 



334 O ur Devoted Friend, The Dog 

first street and Third avenue, New York city. The 
letter was dated January 23, 1899, and read as fol- 
lows: 

" ' If I am found dead will you please have my 
body taken to an undertaker's and have him cremate 
my body and blow my ashes to the winds ? And oblige 
yours, George Kendall.' There was a postcript which 
read: 

" ' I would rather be with my dog " Sport " in the 
other world.' 

" The dog mentioned died last September, and was 
Kendall's only companion for a number of years. After 
the death of the animal Kendall became despondent and 
often said that he would kill himself. He was sixty- 
nine years of age." 

The following incident shows how the poor often 
love their dogs, and how unjust a tax is, when they 
have no other property : 

" At the Sunbury Petty Sessions yesterday Mr. 
John Ashby in the chair William G. Saunders, a 
laborer, from Feltham, was summoned for keeping a 
dog without a license. Defendant : I'm guilty, but I've 
got a license. I pawned my coat for the dorg; there's 
the ticket for the coat. Why, not long ago you fined 
me ten bob for 'aving the dorg without a muzzle, and I 
went to prison seven days for this 'ere tyke. The 
Chairman: Why do you keep the dog if you can't 
afford it? Defendant: 'Cos I love the dog, and that's 
more than some of you do on this bench. I picked the 
dorg up on the road when it was 'ungry, and I'll stick 
to it. I love it, and pawned my coat for it, and you can 
fine me i or 2; it makes no difference. The Chair- 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 335 

man : You will have to pay ten shillings and costs or 
go to prison. Defendant : Then I'll go to prison, for 
I 'ain't got the money, and I love that 'ere dog. And 
Saunders went to jail for seven days." 

" In an effort to get a dog out of the way of a trolley 
car, Helen Kane, of Pottsville, Pa., five-year-old daugh- 
ter of Conrad Kane, was instantly killed May 25, 1900." 

Jacob C. Meinzer, a lawyer of Brooklyn, committed 
suicide July 9, 1900, three weeks after the death of his 
wife. He seldom spoke after she was buried, but said. 
' They can't keep us apart long." Both were devoted 
to a little fox terrier which was sent to a kennel during 
his wife's illness, and brought home after her death. 
The man was seen at his office holding the dog in his 
arms so tightly that it moaned with pain, and he, him- 
self, was sobbing audibly. Later his body was found in 
the woods at Williamsburg. It is thought that he 
killed the dog and buried it before killing himself. 
The couple had no children, and gave a wealth of affec- 
tion to each other and to their dumb companion. 

Clara Thompson, who lives near Highland county, 
Maryland, risked her life May 20, 1900, to save her 
pet dog which had fallen into a well, fifty-five feet deep. 
Two buckets were in the well, hung to a chain passing 
over a wheel. A ladder was attached to one end of the 
chain in place of the bucket and she was lowered, and 
clasped her dog. As she was being raised by her 
parents the frame holding the chain broke, and she was 
plunged into the water. The ladder, however, was just 
long enough to keep her head above water. She re- 
mained an hour and a half in this position before she 
was rescued. A man was lowered into the well, who 



336 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

put a rope around her, and she and her dog were saved. 
She fainted when she reached the surface. 

An exchange tells of a fox terrier at the wedding of 
Miss Adele Horwitz of Baltimore, Md., to Mr. Francis 
B. Stevens, Jr., of Hoboken, N. J., at the home of the 
bride. There was neither maid of honor nor brides- 
maid, but the little fox terrier with orange blossoms 
about his neck tied with white ribbons, entered with 
the bride, and after viewing the guests sat down upon 
the floor at her feet during the ceremony. 

At my request, Mrs. Stevens writes me, Feb. 6, 1901, 
concerning her dog : " The dear little fellow passed on 
this October, leaving my mother and myself heart- 
broken. How we loved him Ihis brilliancy, his keen 
intelligence, his delightful and refreshing love for sport 
and fun for he was a sportsman in every sense of the 
word. Dear Jack ! ' Taking him all in all, I ne'er 
shall look upon his like again.' To have had Jack, 
makes the possession of all other dogs so ' stale, flat, 
and unprofitable.' He was a gentleman! And many 
long pages could I fill in his praises. 

" The way he behaved on my wedding day, was just 
in keeping with everything he did. On that memorable 
morn, he seemed to know better than I could tell him, 
just what was going to happen our future separation, 
as I was not allowed to take him with me, he having 
been originally given to my father as an excellent ratter ! 
and afterwards experienced the fate of Murat in being 
raised from the stable to the throne. 

" But previous to our sad parting we had passed eight 
years as closest comrades and truest friends. He was 
my partner going the rounds with me and doing all that 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 337 

I did, excepting only the theatres and church, for which 
he seemed to have no fondness. Wherever he went he 
was always loved first, and generally famous, before 
taking his departure. 

" He had battled with the waves at Atlantic City, 
Narragansett and Bar Harbor, and many times had en- 
joyed driving along Bellevue avenue at Newport or 
down Fifth avenue when in New York. I never saw 
the dog that Jack considered too big to do battle with ! 

" And so, it came to pass, that on the day of our sep- 
aration we were mutually grief-stricken. He remained 
with me every instant of the time, before the ceremony 
which was unusual, as there were all the guests ar- 
riving and the front door being opened every minute 
which heretofore had always demanded Jack's personal 
attention; but on this occasion he sat on the chair next 
to my toilet, just watching me, and when finally the time 
came to go down stairs, I exclaimed, ' Jackie, you shall 
be my best man/ and quickly tied a big bow of white 
ribbon and orange blossoms on his collar and so, we 
went, he pressed close by my white panne velvet skirt, 
and my father on the other side down the long stair- 
way, through the hall, into the drawing room, up to the 
flower-made chancel, the aisle made by satin ribbons 
which held back the guests. Jack never noticed a soul 
(all very contrary to his usual inquisitiveness of sniffing 
every visitor who ever came to the house). There he 
stood, by me, he facing the people and eyeing them 
sadly, never leaving me, even at the breakfast which 
followed; and when I finally left the house, he had to 
be held, and as I drove off, I could hear him howling, 
above all the music and laughter. Poor little Jackie! 



338 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

Every night since my departure, he took mamma's 
letter to me up to the box the nearest he could come 
to writing himself." 

Colonel H. C. Page, editor and publisher of the 
Bayonne (N. J.) Herald, gives in his paper of January 
21, 1899, this most interesting account of a pet dog, 
Philo : " ' Dear little Philo ' died. In the Christmas 
number of the Bayonne Herald, 1896, we told the story 
of 'Dear Little Philo,' a ' Good Doggie Who Had 
Found a Good Home ' with the Herald family. We 
said, after some introductory remarks, anent the loving 
little creatures who made other homes happy : 

" The dog of whom we are particularly to write 
bears the name of ' Philo,' which is said to stand for 
friend, and he is a friend, indeed. He is called ' Phil- 
ander ' for long and ' Phi ' for short, and is a little 
black-andi-tan, weighing about eight pounds. He has 
bright eyes, and his intelligent countenance lights up 
with happiness when his master or mistress one or 
both return to their home after an absence. Then the 
welcome he gives is right royal; with an exuberance 
unsurpassed. ' Phi,' as he is familiarly called, is, of 
course, the pet of the house, and to tell of all his 
cunning ways would require more space than the 
Bayonne Herald has to spare in its Christmas number. 

" He was found in an ' Orphan Asylum,' so to speak; 
in other words, a dog-and-bird store, on West Twenty- 
third street, in the great metropolis. Where he came 
from, no one knows. With a number of others of his 
species, he was ensconced in a rough ' cage ' of wood, 
and when he was let out for inspection, he sought 
refuge in the visitor's lap and nestled there. Very evi- 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 339 

dently he desired to be adopted, and he was, for and 
in consideration of a ten-dollar note. When people in 
pursuit of ' pups ' entered the ' orphan asylum.' the 
poor creatures set up a barking and howling, all anxious 
to get out. But ' Phi ' didn't make the slightest noise. 
He looked yearningly and longingly out of his large, 
liquid eyes, which spoke more than ' bark ' or ' whine. ' 
He told, by his manner, as much as words could tell, 
that he wanted to get away into some family where he 
would be kindly treated, for the poor creatures are often 
roughly used in these dog-and-bird stores. 

" On his way Bayonneward, the little creature clung 
closely to his captor, as if he feared he might be re- 
turned to his place of imprisonment. But he reached 
his new home in safety and on entering the door looked 
up with such a wistful look as he interrogated the ne\v 
master with ' Please, may I stay here ? ' by the falter- 
ing way in which he wagged his tail. In a trice he was 
warmly welcomed, and in a few days, with good food, 
a bath, and the use of a comb and brush, was made to 
look quite respectable. His coat was silky and glossy, 
and his flesh was as soft as a woman's. His little 
heart was full of affection, and his disposition that of a 
lamb. He is formed like a greyhound, almost perfect 
in symmetry, but we fear he may grow portly with age, 
like some of his human friends. He loves to run up the 
Boulevard, and stroll through the meadows and brush. 
He is fond of flowers, and understands the use of the 
telephone, which he eyes curiously, and sometimes barks 
at vociferously about meal time, if his master is late 
to lunch. ' Philo ' is about five years old, we should 
judge, and though he is generally rollicking, he can 



34 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

also be sedate as a judge when anything goes wrong. 
He has a pretty ' harness ' and a collar, and sleeps in a 
basket constructed as a sort of ' crib ' for the canine 
creation. He has good treatment and repays everything 
by the wealth of love in his little heart. 

" Dear little ' Phi ! ' You are the type of many other 
creatures of your race whose companionship and fidelity 
endear them to many hearts and homes. You linger 
near the threshold when eventide comes to welcome the 
master, whose gentle hand is sure to caress you, and 
your demonstrations of delight gladden his heart as his 
caresses do yours. With Bulwer we can say : 

' Never yet the dog the country fed 
Betrayed the kindness or forgot the bread.' 

" It is said that ' spaniels that fawn when beaten will 
never forsake their master/ and the dog is soonest of 
all created beings to forgive. One of the races of dumb 
animals too often neglected or abused, of which Cowper 
said: 

' I would not enter on my list of friends, 
Though graced with polished manners and fine sense, 
Yet wanting sensibility, the man 
Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.' 

" And thus may we go on in life, ' Phi ' and I, and 
all of us, culling from the experiences of each day the 
flowers that decorate our pathway and enjoy the fra- 
grance of home and happiness as we may. Shadows 
are for the twilight, but they chase one another away 
as the fire glows in the grate and we think of God's 
goodness to us and ours. So in the twilight of life the 
hours pass pleasantly by. Adown the green slopes of 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 341 

the future we glide toward the setting of that sun which 
will never rise for us, except in the glory of a consum- 
mated faith in our dear Lord and Redeemer. 

" The ' shadows of the twilight,' we regret to say, 
have come upon the little home of which ' Philo ' was 
an inmate. On Tuesday, January I7th, 1899. about 
12 o'clock, noon, the little inoffensive creature was mur- 
dered, as is believed, by two pistol shots which were 
heard on Fifth street, between Newman and Humph- 
reys avenue. He struggled to reach his home, but the 
second shot finished him and he laid down and died, his 
blood saturating the green sward over which he played 
many a time. Whoever the dastard is that committed 
this crime, ' he should have his reward.' That reward 
should be the contempt of his fellow men, of his family 
and kindred, and punishment by the strong arm of the 
law. 

" ' Philo ' was interred under the protecting limbs of 
a weeping mulberry, near the home he had made so 
happy by his gentle presence, leaving an aching void in 
the hearts of those who loved him. Hail and farewell, 
my little friend." 

A letter received April 4, 1900, says:. "Our little 
doggie, we have since learned, was not shot, but crushed 
by a larger animal of his race between two huge jaws. 
The ' Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals,' 
Hudson county, N. J., took great interest in the matter, 
but the poor little creature is no more. Yours in the 
cause of humanity, H. C. Page." 

Mr. Thomas T. Barrett was buried in Hillside Ceme- 
tery, Plainfield, N. J., early in June, 1901. His collie 
that he had raised from a puppy disappeared the day 



342 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

he died. A week from that time the dog was found 
in the cemetery four miles away, stretched at full length 
on the grave, dead. 

In its issue of November 12, 1899, the New York 
Herald contained the following in a dispatch from 
Greenwich, Conn. : 

" It has cost Frank P. Marsh, a New Yorker, resid- 
ing at Broadway and Fifty-second street, $1,000 and 
much trouble and anxiety to discover what and who 
were responsible for the death of his pet St. Bernard 
dog, Ponto. 

" The man who starved it to death admitted the fact 
in the Borough court here to-day. Mr. Marsh having 
satisfied himself that he had no neighbor mean enough 
to kill his pet, but that it had simply died of wilful neg- 
lect, asked Judge Burnes to suspend execution of the 
sentence, which, in this case, might have been $250 fine 
with costs or one year in jail, or both. The judge 
heeded the request, for Mr. Marsh said : ' Two hearts, 
those of my wife and myself, have been broken over the 
death of Ponto, and should this young man go to jail, 
two more, those of his mother and sister, would be 
broken/ 

" Mr. Marsh purchased the Wolf place, in King 
street, in this town, five years ago. He and his wife 
had no children; consequently they were greatly at- 
tached to a large St. Bernard dog, which they named 
Ponto. They reared him from a pup, and as he was 
very intelligent he became the constant companion of 
Mr. Marsh and did many tricks. Mr. Marsh left his 
place last winter and went to New York, leaving the 




PONTO, ST. BERNARD, owned by Mr. Frank P. Marsh. New York 
City. 2. CHAMPION ALTON II., SMOOTH ST. BERNARD, winner 
of thirty-two prizes, value $5,000, owned by Mr. Dudley K. Waters, 
Grand Rapids, Mich. 



Devotion of Human Beings to Animals 343 

house, along with four horses, a cow and Ponto, in care 
of Jesse M. Turverey, an employee. 

" Turverey was told to purchase a pound of steak and 
a quart of milk daily for Ponto's food, and other dain- 
ties occasionally. The man made the purchases, but 
he appropriated the food to his own use. Mr. Marsh 
ran up to his country residence occasionally during the 
winter, and when oh a visit on March 8, found that 
Ponto was dead. His body had been found in a field 
near the house the previous day. It had apparently 
been there for some time. Mr. Marsh found that the 
meat and milk for Ponto had been delivered right along, 
even after the dog's death. 

" Turverey ventured the opinion that some one had 
poisoned the animal. Mr. Marsh and his wife wept 
over Ponto's death, and then, to ascertain if poison had 
been administered, had an examination made. Not a 
particle of food was discovered in the body. Mr. Marsh 
could not believe that his man had starved Ponto, so 
he took the dog's stomach to a specialist, who also 
decided that it was not poison, but lack of food, which 
had caused the dog's death. 

" Turverey soon left Mr. Marsh's service and re- 
turned to his home in Western New York. Mr. Marsh 
engaged James F. Walsh, of Greenwich, to bring a suit 
against him, and several letters were written to Tur- 
verey to come on to New York. He and his mother 
wrote in reply, giving excuses. Finally Mr. Marsh 
conveyed to him the intimation that he had found a man 
who had poisoned the dog, and if he would come on to 
New York his expenses would be paid. Turverey had 



344 ^ ur Devoted Friend, The Dog 

a friend, a woman, living in Glenville, just over the 
Connecticut line, and it was believed that if he came this 
way he could not refrain from calling upon her. 

" They guessed rightly. He arrived at Mr. Marsh's 
New York office on Friday, and was taken to a lawyer's 
office in Port Chester, where he made an affidavit in a 
supposed case against a dog poisoner, in which he stated 
that on the morning of the dog's death he gave it food, 
and it was in good health. Later Turverey disap- 
peared, but Deputy Sheriff Fitzroy, of Greenwich, who 
had been watching his movements all day, went to the 
house of his friend, in Glenville, and found a party in 
progress in honor of Turverey's return. Turverey 
was taken into custody, and in court admitted what he 
had done." 

A man who would starve a dog and use the money 
himself, deserved the full penalty of the law, and save 
for the kind heart of Mr. Marsh and his wife, Turverey 
would now be in jail for his cruelty. 

John Doerflinger of New York city in the winter of 
1901, seeing a little dog on the elevated railroad track 
climbed a pole, reached the dog, and put it inside his 
coat. In descending he fell and broke his leg in three 
places. Our Animal Protective League, New York, 
Mrs. Myles Standish, president, raised a thousand dol- 
lars as a reward for his kind act, and Mr. Doerflinger 
has recovered and gone to a fruit farm in North Caro- 
lina, 



CHAPTER XIV 
Hospitals for Dogs 

IN Pets and Animals, April 15, 1899, Prof. John 
Heiss of Harvard University has a very interest- 
ing description of the Free Hospital for Animals, 
at 52 Piedmont street, and another at 50 Village street, 
Boston, both under the supervision of the Veterinary 
Department of the University. The establishment at 
50 Village street is the regular Veterinary Department 
of the University, and has extensive rooms for boarding 
the animals under treatment. The charges are very 
low. The Free Hospital is intended for the treatment 
of animals whose owners or friends cannot afford to 
pay. " The graduate students of the Village street 
institution," says Mr. Heiss, " treat all the animals of 
the poor free of charge. To be sure, it serves a double 
purpose. It is not only a boon to the people, but gives 
the students practice. ... In the Free Hospital 
there is no room for boarding animals under treatment 
except a few extraordinary cases. From thirty to forty 
cases are brought in every day, but they are treated 
and kept at home, only visiting the hospital as often as 
necessary." 

Concerning the Village Street Hospital, Mr. Heiss 
says : " The cleanly cement floors, the shining, red- 
painted walls, and the fragrant wheat straw in the 

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346 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

animals ' beds, evidenced the careful attention given 
these brute patients." 

The first floor is occupied by horses, each in a com- 
fortable stall. In one ward of the second floor are the 
cats. " In another ward on the same floor were a part 
of the dogs. In contrast to the death-like stillness of 
the cat ward, here was a small pandemonium. First 
there were two beautiful brown and white pointers that 
were not a bit sick, and were ' just boarding,' and they 
were sure they didn't like the place and wanted to get 
out. So they barked, stretched their tethers, stood up 
and wagged as if they would follow you to the end of 
the world if they had the shadow of a chance. Next to 
them squatted a huge St. Bernard of high degree, smil- 
ing on them sadly, as if saying, ' Enjoy yourselves, 
boys, I'd be with you if I hadn't a boil on my neck.' 
Next to him were two pugs, a setter, a bull-terrier, and 
a few others, all dogs of neither low nor specially high 
degree, and having no serious ailments. 

" The main ward for dogs is on the third floor, where 
most of the dogs of gentle blood are kept. Here they 
are not tied at intervals along the wall, but each has its 
own apartment. In the first kennel lived a very high- 
priced English bull-dog, as ugly as King Lud. He, 
like most of the dogs on this floor, was only board- 
ing. 

" It would take hours to tell all the interesting things 
about the dachshund and the three wee, woolly King 
Charles Spaniels, and the greyhound, and the puppy 
coach-dog covered with splashes of black, just a little 
too large to be called pepper and salt, and several stray 
dogs that were brought in. Then in the row of kennels 



Hospitals for Dogs 347 

on the other side were various kinds of dogs. There 
was one dog that especially attracted my attention. 
This was a large handsome collie running loose, be- 
cause he could not have been tied without hurting his 
sore neck. He was so gentle that he never got into 
trouble when he called on his long list of friends. He 
was brought in with a wide cut on his neck, as if some 
one had tried to cut his throat. Indeed, the cut was so 
deep that the larynx was actually exposed to view. 
The doctors examined him carefully and decided that he 
had been cut. But one of the doctors, while patting his 
head, accidentally felt something like a sting under the 
hair, and, on searching, found a strong rubber elastic, 
which, it was afterward learned, had been slipped over 
the dog's head by a little girl, and had gradually worn 
through the skin and flesh. This hospital is a Samari- 
tan refuge for suffering animals because of many deeds 
of humane charity for stray cats and dogs, which are 
soon restored to health or relieved of their forlorn con- 
dition, and then started out in the world again. 

" I turned away from this model animal charity and 
the courteous physicians in charge asking myself, What 
greater satisfaction could any man or woman well have 
or desire than to feel that through him or her the condi- 
tion of some suffering brute creature had been allevi- 
ated. When one thinks of the many pleasant and 
profitable hours these patient and faithful dumb serv- 
ants bring man, does it not seem but a just return for 
such services that every city and town should provide 
free shelter and care for those forlorn outcasts and 
sick animals which are to be found in every community ? 
I am told that this work of Harvard University has not 



348 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

been paralleled by any other college in this country. In 
Berlin, Germany, a similar work is carried on at the 
Royal Veterinary Academy the most perfectly ap- 
pointed institute of its kind in the world. Here ten 
thousand suffering animals are treated yearly, and a 
large number of these are charity patients. This hos- 
pital maintains a large corps of physicians and trained 
nurses. The patients are mostly dogs injured while 
pulling the tradesmen's carts." 

Any person can take a dog to the hospital where it 
will be treated at a cost of less than eight cents a day. 
There are other Dog Hospitals in Boston, and in sev- 
eral cities in the United States. 

A National Animals' Hospital is to be built in Eng- 
land, and funds are being raised for it by " Our Dumb 
Friends' League," 164 Buckingham Palace Road, Lon- 
don. The objects of the hospital are : 

1. To provide veterinary advice and nursing for 
animals whose owners cannot afford to pay for them. 

2. To provide veterinary advice and nursing for 
animals brought in injured from the street. 

3. To provide nursing (upon payment) for ani- 
mals whose owners can afford to pay, but have not the 
skill, accommodation or appliances necessary for the 
occasion. 

4. To despatch proper ambulances to bring in in- 
jured animals from the streets. 

" Our Dumb Friends' League," which has a very suc- 
cessful Children's Branch, not only encourages kindness 
to animals, but gives money to various societies, Home 
of Rest for Horses at Acton, Metropolitan Drinking 
Fountain and Cattle Trough Association which has 



Hospitals for Dogs 349 

712 drinking- fountains, and 762 troughs, and expends 
$40,000 yearly, gives to homes for dogs and cats, gives 
rewards for humane acts, helps to find employment for 
persons who have lost places by refusing to be in- 
humane, and tries to awaken the public against asphalt 
pavements, which being slippery for horses cause much 
suffering, and urges a supply of sand upon the roads. 
The President, Mrs. George R. Mathew, promises at her 
death to leave $5,000 to the Home of Rest for Horses, 
and while she lives, the League may use a stall for the 
horse of any poor person, free of charge. 

Tickets are also provided for the poor, that their ani- 
mals may be attended to at " The Animals' Institute," 
without pay. 

One of the Committee, Rev. L. S. Lewis, and prob- 
ably others, believe with John Wesley, Martin Luther, 
and many more, that there is a future life for animals, 
as for man. He says in The Animals' Friend, " Can 
you believe that a poor creature whose whole life 
has been made a misery here through no fault of its 
own will have no compensation hereafter? Can you 
believe this, and continue in the world? If this were 
true, all hope, all light would forever have gone out of 
this life. 

" Can you believe that so much virtue, the virtue of 
holy, meek endurance, such pathetic forgiveness, such 
absolute devotion, will ever die? The suffering is not 
worthy to be compared with the glory that shall be re- 
vealed. God is love. 

" There are things which we believe, but which we 
cannot prove to others. But to us they are burning 
realities. To me as a child, as I looked at a dog that I 



350 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

loved, came a revelation of its future life. The light 
that came has never paled. I have lived in it. 

" ' Eternal form shall still divide, 
Eternal soul from all beside.' 

" ' And I shall know him when we meet.' ' 

The Journal of Zoophily says : 

" It is proposed to build in London a large animals' 
hospital in memory of Jack, ' the Judges' dog.' The 
objects are to carry out the humane treatment of domes- 
ticated animals, the study of comparative pathology 
without vivisection, and the alleviation of pain and suf- 
fering in the lower animals. Operations are to be con- 
ducted under chloroform, and there is to be an anaes- 
thetic chamber for the painless destruction of aged and 
incurably diseased animals. Subscribers are to receive 
tickets for distribution among the poor, whose animals 
will have treatment and medicine gratis, on the owners 
producing their tickets at the institution." 

There is a hospital for dogs in Paris called Hos- 
pital Barat, at No. 9 Rue de 1'Etoile, an account of 
which is given in the New York Herald, December n, 
1898: 

" The hospital has been established ever since 1815," 
said the proprietor, " and was founded by my father, 
M. H. Barat. I personally have had the care of it for 
the last twenty years." 

There are twenty kennels in a clean, well lighted and 
well ventilated room. Each kennel is one meter high 
and ninety centimeters wide, made of oak covered with 
enamel, and built on a slight incline, raised thirty centi- 
meters above the cemented floor, so as to allow air to 



Hospitals for Dogs 351 

circulate underneath. The temperature is eighteen de- 
grees centigrade. Each dog has a straw bed. 

Upstairs is the convalescent ward, or winter garden, 
for the dogs. The room is bright and cheerful with 
here and there a rug for the dogs. Adjoining this room 
is a large bath-room, the floor inlaid with tiles, with 
large zinc bath tub. There is a reception room for 
dog owners, and a consulting room. The hospital is 
regularly visited by the sanitary inspectors of the Pre- 
fecture of Police. 

Mr. Barat said that pet dogs should have usually 
food composed of two-thirds bread and one-third meat, 
and all the vegetables they wish. More meat could be 
given if they exercised freely. They should be bathed 
only at reasonably long intervals, and not exposed to 
the air until thoroughly dried, but cleaned daily with 
comb and brush. A daily bath is ruinous, as a rule, and 
the dog sooner or later contracts some disease. They 
should have a short run three times a day, at least, and 
a ball to play with in the house for exercise. 

" Dogs are exposed to terrible dangers while travel- 
ing to and from Paris on the railways," said Mr. Barat. 
" The kennels are simply horrible. The wind sweeps 
through them from both ends, and the dog contracts 
weakness from which perhaps he never \vholly re- 
covers. I should recommend ventilation from above, 
and not from below. Moreover, the railway companies 
should provide a compartment for passengers traveling 
with their dogs." 

Mr. Barat said he knew a dog that lived to be twenty- 
four years old, and he was doctoring a little terrier 
nineteen years old. 



352 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

There is a dog hospital in Cleveland, Ohio, conducted 
by Dr. W. C. Fair, the skillful veterinary surgeon of 
the Cleveland Humane Society, to which many dogs 
are carried, and another by Dr. William F. Staniforth, 
which has accommodation for about one hundred dogs. 
His ambulance goes about the city, at call, for sick or 
wounded dogs. Dr. Staniforth bought some land for a 
Dog Cemetery, which is coming to be the custom, both 
in this country and abroad, as it is but natural that those 
who love their pets wish to give them proper burial. 
As the land purchased was within the city limits, ad- 
jacent owners objected, and much to the discredit of 
some of the city officials, several pet dogs whose coffins 
and graves had been paid for by their owners, were 
dug up and carried in garbage wagons to the works of 
the Newburg Reduction Company. Almost all promi- 
nent veterinarians provide accommodations for the sick 
animals under their care. 

An Indian Hospital, the Bai Sakarbai Dinshaw Petit 
Hospital for Animals, is thus described in Pets and 
Animals for July- August, 1899 : " The hospital house 
is situated near the government house at Parel, Bombay. 
It was founded in 1883 by Sir Dinshaw M. Petit, Bart., 
a Parsee mill owner, and was formally opened in 1884 
by Lord Dufferin. The hospital occupies an area of 
40,000 square yards of ground, and there are about 
forty buildings, large and small on the premises. The 
entrance gateway and the large fountain in the center 
are excellent examples of Indian architecture. The na- 
tive cotton and grain merchants and mill owners of 
Bombay have organized a system of voluntary taxation 
upon the import and export of grain and seeds, and on 



Hospitals for Dogs 353 

the sale of cotton to the local spinning and weaving 
mills, by which the sum of 40,000 rupees a year is col- 
lected for the maintenance of the institution. There is 
also a large endowment, the interest of which is devoted 
to the current expenses of the hospital. There are five 
cattle wards, two horse wards, one dog ward, a consul- 
tation ward, a dispensary, post-mortem and dissecting 
room, a chemical laboratory, a patho-bacteriological 
laboratory, and a veterinary college is connected with 
the hospital. 

" The college is maintained at the expense of the 
government. At the hospital there is accommodation 
for 200 head of cattle, 60 horses, and 20 dogs. 

' The hospital is unique of its kind in the world, and 
animals belonging to poor owners of the public carts 
and conveyances plying for hire are treated free of 
charge. A nominal fee is charged for treating the in- 
patients. The splendid manner in which the whole 
hospital is arranged and run is an object lesson to 
western countries." 

The Humane Alliance for April, 1899, had the fol- 
lowing : 

" In India, the Hindoos have established homes or 
asylums for aged and infirm beasts and birds, says the 
New York Press. One of these, near the Sodepur sta- 
tion, and about ten miles from Calcutta, is under the 
control of a manager, with a staff of eighty servants and 
an experienced veterinary surgeon. In this place at 
present there are 979 animal paupers 129 bulls, 307 
cows, 171 calves, 72 horses, 13 water buffaloes, 69 
sheep, 15 goats, 141 pigeons, 44 cocks and hens, 4 
cats, 3 monkeys and 5 dogs. The asylum is described as 



354 O ur Devoted Friend, The Dog 

being systematically and mercifully managed. The 
cows have especially a good time of it, inasmuch as, on 
festal occasions, natives go from far and near to decor- 
ate and worship them. 

" One of the established sights of the city of Bom- 
bay is the Pinjrapole, a spot whither worn-out or dis- 
eased creatures are sent by benevolent Hindoo citizens, 
and are maintained, until they become restored to health 
or die, out of a charitable fund." 



CHAPTER XV 
Cemeteries for Dogs 

MRS. CAROLINE EARLE WHITE of Phila- 
delphia writes in the Journal of Zoophily, 
June, 1899, on Cemeteries for Dogs: 
'' The same thought seems to have struck some of the 
inhabitants of both hemispheres at the same time, and 
had its result in the plan of a setting apart of a cemetery 
for pet animals. On this side of the ocean the project 
was originated in New York State, and an association 
has been formed at Troy, having in view the establish- 
ment of a burying-place to be used exclusively for pet 
animals and birds. The association is known as the 
Dellwood National Cemetery, the president of which, 
a resident of Troy, has been identified with the design- 
ing of the landscape features of a large number of 
cemeteries. A company has been formed with $200,000 
as a capital stock, and of this $80,000 has already been 
subscribed, mostly by New Yorkers, and no acres of 
land have been purchased on a beautiful slope near 
Coxsackie Station on the Hudson. The project first 
suggested itself to Mr. Lane, President of the Inter- 
national Railway Equipment Company, from his com- 
munication with a wealthy New York woman who had 
just lost a beautiful dog, to which she was greatly at- 
tached. He mentioned it to several others, and the 
plan met with instant favor. A meeting has been lately 

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356 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

held in New York, where a complete list of the sub- 
scribers has been made out, and everything seems to be 
going on swimmingly. 

" In the other hemisphere a similar project has been 
started in France. There also a stock company has 
been formed, with a capital of 300,000 francs, shares of 
which can be bought for 100 francs (twenty dollars). 
A site for the cemetery has been selected on an island in 
the Seine, made familiar by Eugene Sue in his novel. 
' The Mysteries of Paris/ and bearing at present the 
name of The Isle of Ravagers, but which is to be 
changed to The Isle of Dogs. The monthly paper at 
Paris called ' L' Ami des Chiens ' has accepted the prop- 
osition eagerly, and Monsieur Harmois, director of 
this paper, writes warmly in defence of it. He says, in 
one of his articles : ' What is there so extraordinary 
in creating a cemetery for dogs? The entire Parisian 
press has spoken of it, and has been unanimous in ap- 
plauding it. Is not the dog an animal that we can exalt 
without any reservation? Is he not worth as much as 
many men and more than some others? Has he not, 
according to President Magnaud, that great superiority 
over the human race of possessing such remarkable 
constancy and sincerity in his affections? Is he not 
capable of the utmost devotion ? ' Then, after speaking 
of the different services rendered to man by these ani- 
mals the dog who, careless of danger, throws himself 
into the waves to rescue a human being; the one who, 
guardian of a flock of sheep, if a wolf attacks them, 
allows himself to be torn in pieces before he will desert 
them ; the one who saves the traveler in the mountains 
who falls senseless in the snow, overcome by cold and 



Cemeteries for Dogs 357 

fatigue; the one who conducts his blind master through 
the crowded city streets; the one who follows his mas- 
ter's body to its last resting-place, and refuses to quit the 
spot where he is buried he then adds : ' The motto of 
the dog, engraven on his crest, is, " Duty, Sincerity, 
Devotion, Fidelity.' ' 

' There are many reasons mentioned besides senti- 
mental ones why there should be such a cemetery the 
health of the city, which must suffer, it is urged, from 
the throwing of so many dead animals into the Seine; 
the difficulties in families of getting rid of their pets 
that have died, and their likelihood of being fined no 
matter what they do ; and the avoidance of the disagree- 
able sights which often result from this state of things." 

Monsieur Georges Harmois says in the European 
edition of the New York Herald that in connection with 
the Cemetery, the plan is " to found a museum for por- 
traits of pet dogs and of dogs which have saved human 
life or shown peculiar devotion to their masters. Tablets 
can also be erected to the memory of dogs which have 
shown extraordinary intelligence, etc. 

" All this cannot but have a good and humanizing 
influence on society at large, and children are certain 
to profit by the plan. Finally, the object of the society 
will embrace the propagation through the columns of 
' L'Ami des Chiens,' of kindness to dogs and animals 
generally. 

" It is estimated that there are 150,000 dogs in Paris 
and its suburbs. Assuming the average life of a dog 
to be eight years, we have an annual mortality of twelve 
per cent, or 20,000 dogs. Now, suppose one-sixth of 
all that die in Paris and its suburbs are buried in the 



358 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

proposed cemetery this means 3,300 dogs. Also, sup- 
pose that 2,500 dogs' graves are paid for (the rest being 
buried in a common or pauper's grave). 

" Let us say that 2,000 dogs are buried at the rate 
of thirty francs, then we have a revenue at once of 
60,000 francs. And if, say, 475 of the 2,500 dogs above 
referred to are buried at the rate of 100 francs, in con- 
sideration of special concessions, such as the mainte- 
nance of the grave for a certain number of years, you 
get 47,500 francs. Suppose one per cent, of the total 
number of funerals is paid for at the rate of 500 francs 
this would represent 12,500 francs. 

" It is reasonable to suppose that some profit would 
arise from the sale of monuments, etc., such as are seen 
in the London Dog's Cemetery, and if we place this 
profit at 20,000 francs, I do not think it would be an 
exaggerated estimate. All these items make a grand 
total of 140,000 francs a year in receipts. 

" No one who has petted and become attached to a 
good dog wishes to see his poor little lifeless body 
thrown into a scavenger's cart," truly says M. Harmois, 
and yet, strange to say, some refined, Christian people, 
will do this, and shut their eyes and hearts to the piti- 
ful and revolting sight. 

The New York Herald, Sunday, June 10, 1900, gives 
several pictures of tombstones in the He des Ravageurs 
Cemetery for dogs from the " Monde Illustre." " It is 
on the route of the Madeleine-Gennevilliers tramway, 
on an island between the Communes of Clichy and 
Asnieres. Here is to be found a memorial to the fa- 
mous Mont St. Bernard Barry, which saved the lives of 
forty travelers, and which the sculptor, M. Henri Ede- 



Cemeteries for Dogs 359 

line, has represented in the act of bringing a child to 
the Hospice. Already there are over four hundred 
tombs in the cemetery of the He des Ravageurs, and 
among the tombs is conspicuous that of Pompon, the 
soldiers' dog, raised in its memory by the artillerymen 
of the Camp of Chalons." 

The New York Evening Telegram, May 20, 1900, 
says: 

"If any doubt as to the purity of Seine (Paris) 
water exists it is easily dispelled by the fact that during 
the last year the following objects were taken from 
the river: 

" Two thousand and twenty-one dogs, 977 cats, 647 
rats, 507 fowls and ducks, 210 rabbits and hares, 25 
sheep, 2 horses, 66 sucking pigs, 5 pigs, 27 geese, 27 
turkeys, 2 deer, i parrot, 609 small birds, 3 foxes, 150 
pigeons and 3 hedgehogs." 

There is another cemetery for dogs near Paris, where 
thirty or more are buried, and flowers are often put 
upon their graves. Some owners have erected tomb- 
stones for their pets. 

The New York World, October 30, 1898, gives an 
account of a cemetery for dogs in Hartsdale near Tarry- 
town a short distance from New York city, where ani- 
mals are buried, some with headstones, or larger monu- 
ments. It is modeled after the dogs' cemetery, in Lon- 
don. The prices are five dollars for a single inter 
ment of cat or small dog, and eight dollars for a large 
dog, or a burial plat can be purchased for ten or fifteen 
dollars, where several pets may be buried. The plan is 
due to a lover of animals, Mrs. Emily Berthell, 247 
West Twenty-ninth street, New York city. Many 



360 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

pugs, spaniels and St. Bernards are already buried there. 
One little spaniel, owned by Mrs. E. B. Thornton, 360 
West Fifty-fifth street, was buried in a regular coffin, 
and the owner who loved it often visits the grave and 
puts flowers upon it. 

The New York Journal, July 12, 1900, gives the fol- 
lowing account of " Major " and his burial at Harts- 
dale: 

" ' Major ' the dog of fifty tricks is dead. He died 
at the New York Veterinary Hospital mourned by a 
host of dog friends and especially by his mistress, Mrs. 
John T. Stephens, a widow, of 429 West 23rd street, 
this city. 

" His death has broken a brace of as fine a pair of 
spaniels as ever wore a blue ribbon. 

" But he died. Died and was buried in a gold collar, 
in a rosewood casket, satin lined, in the Hartsdale Dog 
Cemetery. 

" A week since his mistress saw that ' Major ' was 
not very well. He was sent to the Veterinary Hospital, 
where Dr. Edward M. Leavy did all he could to save 
his life. 

" When it was decided that ' Major ' was dead, Mrs. 
Stephens ordered a coffin of fine rosewood, the dimen- 
sions being 3 feet long by 14 inches broad and I foot 
deep. 

" It was lined with white satin. On the outside were 
placed four silver handles, and an oval glass plate was 
set in the top so that ' Major ' could be seen to the 
last. 

" ' Major ' was then washed, combed and a gold 
collar placed around his neck. Then he was placed in 



Cemeteries for Dogs 361 

the casket, and after lying in state the casket, covered 
with flowers, was taken in an ambulance to the Grand 
Central Station and placed on the train for Hartsdale. 

" In a well-tended, level and grassy enclosure of 
thirty-five acres, ninety-three dogs and cats lie in peace 
together in graves laid out in rows as in human burial 
grounds. 

' Major ' was reverently lowered into his grave 
and a marble slab ordered for him at once. 

" As the last sad detail in the dog's funeral was 
finished Mrs. Stephens turned to an Evening Journal 
reporter and said : 

" I am heartbroken. I loved him as much as a 
human being, and he had more intelligence than a good 
many human beings and was far more faithful. He 
died of inflammation of the lungs. 

' Major ' was eleven years old when he died and we 
had him ever since he was three weeks old. He was 
valued at $1,500 and knew fully fifty tricks. He could 
even talk in a way; at least I could understand him. 
He could also sing in three languages. 

" He has traveled all over Europe, the United States 
and Mexico with Mr. Stephens and myself. He had 
his seat at the table beside me and took his meals like 
one of the family. He was very fond of coffee. Every 
morning his coffee was brought up to his separate bed- 
room by the servant, but he would not touch it until a 
napkin was tied under his chin, then he would drink it 
off and hold up his mouth to be wiped. 

" Three years ago he saved a boy of ten from drown- 
ing near Atlanta, Ga. The boy's father presented 
' Major ' with a handsome gold medal. About two 



362 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

years ago he saved two other children from drowning 
at Rockaway Beach. 

" On one of our trips to Europe he cleared the ship 
of rats, and the captain gave him the freedom of the 
ship. Two years ago my little boy died. He and 
' Major ' had been great playmates, and ' Major ' was 
heartbroken and the hair on his head turned gray, I 
believe from sorrow. 

" ' Major ' loved to hear the doxology sung, and I 
sang it to him as he lay dying. Poor, dear ' Major '; 
faithful to the last; how I shall miss him ! I can hardly 
realize that he is dead. There will never be another dog 
like him." 

Dr. H. H. Kane, 138 West 34th street New York city, 
President of the New York Road Drivers' Association, 
who loved his pet bull dog " Jack " well enough to bury 
him in the grounds of his country home at Cedarhurst, 
L. L, with a granite headstone, and " Jack's " photo- 
graph under glass, imbedded and cemented into the 
stone, proposes to establish a Horse Haven and Little 
City of the Dead for old animals. A farm is to be 
secured where worn out horses may live and die in 
happiness, and a cemetery is to be provided for dumb 
animals. Dr. Kane has given $1,000 to it, and others 
have promised generous aid. 

The need for such cemeteries for animals grows 
more and more apparent. Some cities have laws which 
make it a misdemeanor to bury any animal within the 
city limits or within 300 feet of a dwelling. Where 
persons have extensive grounds it is a comfort to bury 
pets on one's own land, but this is not possible for the 
majority of city residents. To have them carried to 





Photograph!" from Elliott & Fry, London. 

Two VIKWS OF DOGS' CEMETERY, VICTORIA GATE, HYUK PARK, 
LONDON. 



Cemeteries for Dogs 363 

garbage crematories is abhorrent to all the finer feel- 
ings. Pets whom we love are sometimes buried in our 
own cemetery lots, but this is not generally permitted. 
There are thousands of instances which show our tender 
affection for some devoted creature. 

" The largest and best-appointed animal cemetery in 
the world," says an Exchange, " is undoubtedly that 
attached to the Summer Palace, Pekin. Here repose, in 
coffins of polished orris-wood elaborately carved, more 
than a thousand dogs, the defunct pets of former Em- 
perors of China. The ' tombstones ' are mostly of 
marble; but a certain number are of ivory, lapis-lazuli, 
silver, and even gold. At the sacking of the palace by 
the combined British and French troops in 1860, con- 
siderable loot was obtained from this unique burial- 
place." 

" Coming nearer home, everybody has heard of the 
' Dogs' Cemetery ' situated behind the keeper's cottage 
at Victoria Gate, Hyde Park. Here are interred some 
two hundred dogs and eight cats. Each grave is be- 
tween two and three feet in depth, and some contain as 
many as three dogs, each in its separate little coffin. 
The pets of all classes of society are represented. 

" The Duke of Cambridge has erected a headstone to 
his ' Poor little Prince.' Not far away is the grave of 
' Dear Toppy,' the favorite dog of the late Reverend 
Lord Petre. A monument that always attracts the at- 
tention of visitors is that erected by Miss Florence St. 
John. It is of pure Carrara marble, and bears the fol- 
lowing inscription : ' Pompey, the favorite dog of 
Florence St. John. In life the firmest friend, the first to 
welcome, foremost to defend. November loth, 1895.' 



364 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

44 Considerable sums are sometimes spent upon these 
funerals. For instance, a Pomeranian belonging to a 
titled lady living near the park was lately consigned to 
his last resting-place in a coffin of polished oak, with 
silver mountings; and the lid, instead of being screwed 
on, is secured by two locks, one at each end, the keys 
being retained by the disconsolate owner. As a rule, 
however, the cost of an interment is between three and 
five pounds." 

A cemetery is attached to the new home for dogs at 
Hackbridge, Surrey. 

" Another very interesting dogs' cemetery is that at 
Oatlands Park, near Weybridge, where are interred be- 
tween forty and fifty dogs, once the property of a dead- 
and-gone Duchess of York of unhappy memory. Each 
grave is surmounted by a tombstone, generally of the 
plain, oval-topped variety, on which is inscribed the 
name and date of death of the deceased pet. Sometimes 
a short verse is added presumably the composition of the 
Duchess herself. In this connection it is curious to note 
what ingenuity the solitary, friendless lady has dis- 
played in finding names for her canine proteges. For 
instance, ' Powski,' ' Cartouche/ ' Randney,' ' Ramla,' 
' Fury,' ' Asa,' and ' Palleasse ' alternate with the more 
conventional 4 Ponto,' 4 Rover,' ' Dash ' and ' Jack.' One 
of the most ornate stones is erected to the memory of 
4 Poor Devil.' One wonders vaguely what strange for- 
gotten canine tragedy the sad appellation enshrines. Over 
one grave will be noticed what may be an exceedingly 
elaborate monument, or, alternatively, merely the dis- 
carded capital from some Ionic column. This marks 
the last resting-place of ' Faithful Queenie,' the favorite 



Cemeteries for Dogs 365 

dog of Sir William Drake, in whose possession the 
grounds were until a few years ago. 

" In March, 1871, the Queen paid a special visit to 
this strange and nearly-forgotten cemetery, and notic- 
ing that some of the monuments were falling to decay, 
gave instructions that they were to be renovated at her 
expense. This was, of course, immediately done. 

" It may have been the sight of the loving care ex- 
pended upon these dead pets by one of Her Majesty's 
own immediate ancestors which first put it into the 
Queen's mind to establish a private dogs' cemetery of 
her own. Anyhow, shortly afterwards a plat of ground 
at Osborne was set aside for this purpose, and it now 
contains the bodies of about a dozen dogs and several 
cats. It is not open to the public, but the writer was 
shown over it one day recently, when visiting Her 
Majesty's Isle of Wight home on another and alto- 
gether different errand. The cemetery is situated at the 
upper end of a sort of chine overlooking the sea. The 
gravel paths are mostly bordered with box, and each 
grave is enclosed with terra cotta tiles. The head- 
stones are of white marble uniform, plain, and each 
about eighteen inches high. 

" Of course the above by no means exhausts the list 
of animal cemeteries, for, following the example of 
Royalty, numerous great personages have of late years 
established private burial-grounds for their pets upon a 
more or less extended scale. At Strathfieldsaye, the 
princely Berkshire home of the Duke of Wellington, 
there is a small but very beautiful one; also another, 
rather more pretentious, at Chatsworth. The one at 
Blenheim was founded by the late duke, and was at one 



366 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

time one of the sights of the place. Of late years, how- 
ever, it has been suffered to fall into decay. Another 
class of animal cemeteries, of which several exist scat- 
tered up and down throughout the country are those 
attached to the great racing stables. Here repose in 
peace, safe from the knacker's desecrating knife, all that 
remains of many a once famous but now forgotten 
' gee-gee.' 

" But, after all, the most wonderful animal cemetery 
in the world is situated, not in England, nor even in 
far-away China, but at Luxor, on the Nile. Here are to 
be seen tens of thousands of granite sarcophagi and 
marble mausoleums, built to hold the mumified bodies 
of millions of sacred cats. The common or garden 
pussy was, of course, worshipped by the ancient Egyp- 
tians during life; and after death the defunct tabbies 
were invariably carefully preserved, and laid to rest, 
with impressive ceremonies, side by side with the mortal 
remains of kings, emperors, and warriors innumerable." 

Mr. and Mrs. Charles Jenkins of Janesville, Wiscon- 
sin, says the Cleveland World, March, 1899, buried 
their pet in an oak coffin costing fifty dollars, with trim- 
mings as for a person, his head resting on a pillow as in 
sleep. This casket was placed in a suitable box, before 
burial. 

A celebrated and beautiful Yorkshire terrier, Little 
Belle, belonging to Miss Irene Ackerman, 20 West 
Fifteenth street, New York, says the New York Herald, 
March, 1900, was buried in a handsome maple coffin, 
lined with white satin. The silver plate bore one word, 
Belle. The dog was taken to Nyack, N. Y., by Miss 
Ackerman's mother, the widow of Col. J. G. Fay, and 



Cemeteries for Dogs 367 

placed in a vault. Belle had been a household pet for 
fifteen years, and lay in a basket quilted with blue satin, 
and trimmed with lace. 

Miss Ackerman owns several valuable dogs, among 
them Dick, an intelligent spaniel that took first prize 
at the New York dog show, and Jumbo, first prize in 
London, England. 

Mrs. Rebecca J. Marr of Orange street, Wilmington, 
Delaware, says the Philadelphia Record, had her dog 
buried in a handsome walnut casket lined with white 
silk and satin, with its head resting on a pillow. On 
the silver plate on the lid were the words, " Dottie, died 
January 27, aged thirteen years." The casket stood in 
the parlor, like that of a friend, as indeed the intelligent 
creature had always proved herself to be. 

Mildred Beresford Hope, niece of the Marquis of 
Salisbury, left $500 to her brother to keep green the 
grave of her dog Quiz, and to a friend a locket contain- 
ing some of his hair. 

Fanny, an intelligent Newfoundland dog, three and 
one-half years old, died at the New York Veterinary 
Hospital, 115 West Twenty-fifth street, of Bright's dis- 
ease, in September, 1899, and was buried in a satin lined 
coffin at the head of which stood forget-me-nots and 
lilies of the valley. He died in the arms of his owner, 
Mrs. M. Douglas of 27 East Twenty- fourth street. The 
dog was buried in the Animal Cemetery at Hartsdale, 
N. Y. 

Dot, a little black and tan weighing seven pounds, 
who had been the pet and companion for twenty-one 
years of Mr. William V. Babcock, who lives at the 
Clarendon Hotel, Brooklyn, was buried after being 



368 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

embalmed, in a rosewood coffin, in the Hillsdale ceme- 
tery for pets at Harlem, N. Y. Mr. Babcock took 
the coffin to Hillsdale, dug the grave with his own 
hands, and will erect a monument to Dot's memory. 
When Mrs. Babcock died several years ago, Dot was 
sadly distressed, and refused food for a long time. Mr. 
Babcock was for several years connected with the Treas- 
ury Department at Washington. Dot was a gift from 
his son Theodore, and Mr. Babcock had made provision 
in his will for his pet. " Dot had been all over the 
United States and Canada," Mr. Babcock writes me, 
" and was a favorite in the Clarendon Hotel." 

Donald, a pug dog, owned by Mr. and Mrs. G. W. 
Leach of No. 184 Hart street, Brooklyn, was buried in 
a handsome coffin with silver handles. His body was 
carried in a coach to the Long Island Railroad Station; 
and thence to Lynbrook, L. L, the country home of the 
owners. 

Dr. Charles Burnett buried his pet St. Bernard in his 
family plat in Monumental Cemetery at South River, 
a village near New Brunswick, N. J., in January, 1900. 

The Journal of Zoophily, February, 1900, says of 
Wagner's dog : 

" In none of the accounts of Wagner's funeral was 
mention made of the fact that the mausoleum at Wahn- 
fried had been used already. When the composer's 
dog Russ was poisoned by some miscreant, a few years 
since, his remains were placed in the tomb destined to 
receive the body of his master. Wagner had carved 
by the entrance to the mausoleum the effigy of his 
favorite in an attitude of repose, and, underneath the 
legend, ' Here Russ rests, and waits.' ' 



Cemeteries for Dogs 369 

Matthew Arnold was devoted to his pets. In his 
beautiful poem on Geist's Grave he says : 

We lay thee close within our reach, 

Here, where the grass is smooth and warm, 

Between the holly and the beach, 

Where oft we watched thy couchant form, 

Asleep, yet lending half an ear 

To travelers on the Portsmouth road ; 
There build we thee, O guardian dear, 

Marked with a stone, thy last abode. 

Gyp, a fox terrier, belonging to Dr. Charles Collins, 
in North street, Middletown, N. Y., says the World for 
December, 1898, was buried in a plush-covered, satin 
lined, silver handled coffin. The dog was run over by 
a trolley car when following Mrs. Collins. The body 
was embalmed and buried temporarily back of their 
home, but disinterred in the spring and buried in the 
family plat in the cemetery at Westboro. 

Moxie, a King Charles spaniel belonging to Mrs. 
Emma Parker of St. Louis, after fourteen doctors had 
examined him, died in November, 1898, and was buried 
as tenderly as though he had been a child. Several 
friends attended the funeral. 

Trixy, a Hamburg Spitz dog, three years old, belong- 
ing to Mrs. S. W. Whitney and her daughter, of Tarry- 
town, was buried in a handsome casket, under a linden 
tree, on a hill overlooking the Hudson river, in Feb- 
ruary, 1899. A floral pillow with Trixy on it, and roses 
and violets were laid on the mound. An effort was made 
by those who loved him, to bury him in Sleepy Hollow 
Cemetery, but this was denied them by the town author- 
ities. Trixy was bought from a German nobleman, and 
a month after his arrival in this country was lost, to the 



37 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

great grief of the family. Two weeks later he was 
found by detectives, wandering in the woods at Glen- 
ville near Tarrytown, poor and desolate. 

Flora, a Skye terrier belonging to Mr. William 
Ritchie of Newkirk and Bedford avenues, Flatbush, N. 
Y., was buried in February, 1898, in a coffin covered 
with white broadcloth, with silver nails, and lined with 
satin. Her silver collar worn from puppyhood was 
about her neck. She had been a pet for eighteen years. 
She was buried under a gray old oak, near the home 
of the Cortelyou Club in Flatbush, which Mr. Ritchie 
of the Hoe Printing Press Company, helped to organize. 
A little girl of four years laid flowers upon Flora's 
grave. 

Diana, a pet dog belonging to A. J. Chevalier of Co- 
lumbus, Oho, died from poison in April, 1898, and was 
buried in a white coffin with silver plate. Being refused 
burial in the regular cemeteries, she was buried secretly, 
lest the body might be stolen. Mr. Chevalier and his 
friends took carriages at night, and at the grave re- 
counted the fidelity and true nobility of their dumb 
friend. 

A dog in Ohio has this inscription on his tombstone, 
nearly a copy of the one written by Byron for his 
Newfoundland dog, Boatswain, buried at Newstead 
Abbey, November 18, 1808. 

Here Lies the Body of One 
Who Possessed Beauty without Vanity, 

Courage without Insolence, 

And All the Virtues of Man, 

Without His Vices. 



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This, if Inscribed on the Tomb of Man, 

Would be Fulsome Flattery, 

But it is a Just Tribute to 

DOG DICK, 

Who was Born in Ohio, Sept. n, 1885, 
Died at Terrace, June, 1894. 

Fido, the little Skye terrier of Mrs. Dey, Matawan, 
N. J., was buried in a white plush lined coffin, with 
white satin cushions inside. She felt, and rightly, that 
to throw her pet into the ground without a covering, 
would be brutal. A few of Mrs. Dey's friends went 
with her to the little grave in a near field. 

Lassie, a beautiful Scotch collie, was buried close to 
the grave in Union Field Cemetery, where a month be- 
fore was buried the friend who had reared her from a 
puppy, Mrs. Bertha Wice, 303 West i37th street, New 
York. Mrs. Rose Levere, her daughter, the first woman 
admitted to practice at the Bar in New York county, 
built a handsome mausoleum for her mother. 

" From the day of Mrs. Wice's death," says the New 
York Herald, April 10, 1900, " Lassie was a changed 
dog. From a gentle, loving animal, she became morose, 
sullen and threatening. While Mrs. Wice's body was 
in the house Lassie kept watch beside the coffin and 
would allow no one to approach it unless accompanied 
by Mrs. Levere, 

" After Mrs. Wice's body was taken away Lassie re- 
fused to eat and resented the usually welcome greetings 
of her friends. Mrs. Levere tried her best to comfort 
her pet. She even obtained the services of veterinary 
surgeons, but all to no purpose. Finally Lassie became 



372 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

so weak that she had to be carried up and down stairs. 
Mrs. Levere dearly loved the dog and did all in her 
power to save its life. Lassie failed rapidly, and Fri- 
day evening she gave one last mournful look at her mis- 
tress and died. 

" Mrs. Levere determined to give the dog a fitting 
burial. In a dainty white satin coffin, trimmed, inside 
with tufted purple silk, with silver handles on the sides, 
and a plate, with this inscription, 

LASSIE, aged 15 years. 

Died of a broken heart, 

April 13, 1900, 

the body of faithful Lassie was placed yesterday, and, 
drawn by two black horses, was taken to the grave. 
For the coffin alone Mrs. Levere paid the sum of $200. 

" ' I had considerable trouble in finding a burial 
place for poor Lassie,' Mrs. Levere told me. ' Several 
places were offered me, but none of them was good 
enough for that dear creature. She was the best dog 
that ever lived. I found a place, however, near where 
poor mother rests, in a plat of ground outside the ceme- 
tery, where a gentleman had buried two of his pet 
dogs. I am building a handsome mausoleum, to cost 
$15,000, in Union Field Cemetery, where mother will 
be placed, and, if I can, I intend also to remove poor 
Lassie to the mausoleum when it is completed/ 

" Lassie's funeral was held yesterday. There was a 
little service, and then the grave was quickly filled in, 
and several floral pieces sent by friends, were placed 
on the mound." 



Cemeteries for Dogs 373 

" A monument costing $200 is to be erected over the 
grave of Caesar, a Great Dane belonging to Mrs. T. B. 
M. Cardeza, of German town, which died last week," 
says the New York World, June 14, 1900. 

" Caesar was nine years old and three feet tall, and 
was a great pet among the Cardezas' large collection of 
animals. The dog was buried in a fine coffin, with real 
silk lining and silver handles. 

" On the monument which is now being constructed 
will be inscribed the following ' Erected to an old and 
faithful friend.' " 

" A pretty little monument, resembling a tree stump, 
has been erected over a little grave at Upper Sandusky, 
Ohio," says the Cleveland Press, July 24, 1900. The 
only inscription is the word ' Mack,' carved deeply in 
its base. The grave which the memorial marks is kept 
covered with flowers. 

" Mack was a valuable rat terrier, the property of 
Warner Clark. He was a village pet, and received, dur- 
ing his last hours, much attention from his admirers. A 
funeral was held over the dog's remains, at which 
flowers covered the body." 

" Mrs. Mary Alston was a mourner to-day in the 
Ewing Cemetery in Trenton, N. J.," says a correspond- 
ent of the Philadelphia Record. " Her pet bull terrier, 
Endymion, had died in the morning as the result of a 
series of deadly conflicts, and she was attending his 
formal interment. Endymion had always been kept in 
the house and within the bounds of the extensive grounds 
surrounding the Alstons' residence, and when, two days 
ago, he wandered away for a time, he met such serious 
receptions at the hands of the more hardened canines 



374 O UF Devoted Friend, The Dog 

that twelve hours after his return to the house he rolled 
over on a rug and breathed his last. 

" Immediately after the dog's death an undertaker 
was called, Endymion was prepared for burial, and in 
the afternoon the body was consigned to the earth in 
the regular family plot of the Alstons." 

Zip, who has always acted with Mrs. Manning, died 
at her home, 211 East 21 ith street, New York city, and 
Mrs. Manning's father, a New York sculptor, will make 
a death mask in marble of the dog. 

" Zip lay in state in his velvet robe, surrounded by 
a guard of two fox terriers and bull dog. A walnut 
coffin, highly polished, was made, and in it the body 
was laid. Floral pieces sent by the performers at the 
music hall surrounded the coffin. The funeral started 
from the Eleventh street house early yesterday after- 
noon, and later Zip was laid beside the body of his 
gifted parent, Fly, at New Bergen. Marking the rest- 
ing-place of the two dogs a granite stone of respectable 
size will be erectel." 

" Lily, the favorite dog of the late Professor Alex- 
ander Hermann, was buried with considerable ceremony 
in Whitestone, Long Island. The dog, which was 
twelve years old, and had been owned by the magician 
since she was a puppy, died on Friday. After her death 
Mrs. Hermann took the body to New York, and had it 
photographed. She also had a blue plush casket made 
for the animal. Professor Leon Hermann was director 
of the funeral. The dog was buried in the grounds 
of the Hermann place. Its grave was marked with 
lilies of the valley." 

Mrs. Frank Leslie of New York city is devoted to 



Cemeteries for Does ^"/c 

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pets, taking her valuable Yorkshire terrier, Beau Brum- 
mel, with her to her editorial office, giving them every 
comfort, and burying them at death as she would any 
other true friend. 

The New York World, June 2, 1901, describes a 
Dog and Cat Hospital on West Fifty-third street, and 
an animal cemetery in Stockport. 

.It is sometimes asked, if it is right to thus love ani- 
mals? We should do discredit to our own hearts, if 
we did not return the affection of a poor dumb crea- 
ture. Is it right to spend money for the burial of ani- 
mals that we love? With equal propriety we might 
ask, is it right to spend money for fine houses, expensive 
clothes, and handsome carriages? The only question, 
it seems to me, is whether, instead of spending so much 
for self, and for the creatures we love, either human 
or speechless, we spend an equal portion for the home- 
less child or the homeless dog, and see to it that others 
fare as tenderly as our own. The man who kicks a 
homeless dog and pe.ts his own, has not true manhood. 
The woman who turns a homeless dog or cat away from 
her door to starve or freeze, and pets her own, is far 
from true womanhood. 

Each city or town, either by individual gift or appro- 
priation, should have a cemetery for animals, as it has 
for persons, and sometime this will be done. A nation, 
for its own well-being, needs to encourage every hu- 
mane sentiment. 



CHAPTER XVI 
Homes for Animals 

THE GIFFORD HOME 



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N a house on Newbury street, Boston, there is a 
picture of a very beautiful girl with blue eyes 

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and golden hair. A red scarf is thrown car 
lessly about the shoulders. It is the face of Ellen 
Martha Marett, afterwards Mrs. Arthur N. Gifford. 
of New York. 

She was the only child of Philip Marett, descended 
from a prominent French family. Mr. Marett, born 
in Boston, September 25, 1792, married, soon after 
becoming of age, a lovely girl of seventeen, Martha 
(Bird) Knapp, of Boston, whose eldest sister married 
Lemuel Shaw, one of the great chief justices of Massa- 
chusetts. . Mr. Marett was extensively engaged in 
European commerce, was president of the Common 
Council of Boston, president of the New England 
Bank, library trustee, warden of King's Chapel, and 
noted for the hospitality of his handsome and cultured 
home on Summer street. Mrs. Marett shared his intel- 
lectual tastes, and both were devoted to their daughter 
Ellen, who inherited her mother's beauty and charm of 
manner. 

" Mr. Marett," says Hon. Simeon E. Baldwin, presi- 
dent of the New Haven Colony Historical Society, 
" continued to the last to maintain his interest in the 
events of the day and in its current literature. Occa- 

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sionally he sent an article to the local newspapers. 
When a real or fancied case of hydrophobia induced the 
city authorities to authorize the killing of all dogs 
found on the streets unmuzzled, he wrote in this way 
quite an essay in their defence, urging the better exam- 
ple set by London, where, he said, wandering dogs 
were taken in charge, and sold at auction, the proceeds 
MOing to a ' Home for Lost and Starving Dogs.' ' 
r Mr. Marett retired from business when he was fifty- 
three, traveled abroad for a time with his wife and 
daughter, and then settled in New Haven, Conn., 
where he died March 22, 1869, leaving $700,000 to 
charities, with the life use to his wife and daughter. 
A fifth went to the New Haven Hospital, a fifth to 
the aged and infirm poor, a fifth to orphan asylums, 
a fifth to Yale College, and a fifth to buy books for 
the Young Men's Institute and to provide for a free 
public library. It was not strange that his daughter, 
Ellen, married to Mr. Gifford eleven years before her 
father's death, should follow such a noble example of 
giving. A lover of dogs and cats, she gave constantly 
to the Massachusetts and the New York societies for 
the prevention of cruelty to animals, and wrote fre- 
quently for Our Dumb Animals, published in Bos- 
ton by Mr. George T. Angell. She endowed four beds 
in perpetuity in as many hospitals. Through years of 
ill health she retained her cheerfulness and her sweet, 
gentle, sympathetic nature. 

Mrs. Gifford, with her tender heart and eyes that 
were open to suffering, had learned something of the 
misery of poor dumb animals. She knew how some 
owners of cats turned them into the street to starve, 



378 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

when going away for a summer vacation, and how 
many who called themselves by the sacred name of 
Christians turned hungry, or half frozen dogs and 
cats away from their doors in winter. She could feel 
something of the anguish of a petted dog lost in the 
streets of a great city, or possibly deserted by some 
brutal owner, who received from the faithful animal 
more love than he deserved. For a lost child homes 
were provided; for a lost animal, only a " pound," or a 
so-called " shelter," where, after two or three days 
of longing for his home, he was put to death. About 
six years before Mrs. Gifford's death (Captain Nathan 
Appleton, of Boston, brother of Longfellow's wife, 
gave in 1881, a portion of his estate for a home for 
animals, and Mrs. Gifford with her large wealth was 
glad to carry out his project) some acres of land 
were obtained in Brighton, in the suburbs of Bos- 
ton, and $20,000 was given by her to build the 
" Sheltering Home for Animals." While she lived 
she supported the institution almost entirely, and at her 
death, September 7, 1889, she left to " The Ellen M. 
Gifford Sheltering Home Corporation, of Boston," 
$85,390 to carry on the work for " homeless, neglected, 
diseased or abused animals." Besides this amount she 
gave to the American S. P. C. A., New York, $50,000, 
to the Massachusetts Society for the Prevention of Cru- 
elty to Animals, $55,000 ($30,000 of this being given 
in trust for the "Animal Home Corporation,"), to 
hospitals, to widows, to children, to the aged, the 
blind, and to prison associations, about a million dol- 
lars. 

The objects of the Gifford Home for Animals are: 



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" First, to aid and succor the waifs and strays of the 
city; second, to alleviate the sufferings of sick, abused, 
and homeless animate; third, to find good homes for 
those who come to the shelter, as far as possible; 
fourth, to spread the gospel of humanity towards 
dumb creatures by practical example." 

Some time ago I visited the Sheltering Home for 
Animals on Lake street, Brighton, easily accessible 
from Boston by the Beacon street and Newton Boule- 
vard cars, and found an institution whose principal 
features might well be copied in every city in the land. 

Besides the home for the superintendent, there is a 
long, one-story brick building, divided by wire par- 
titions into compartments, to accommodate dogs. Each 
has a bench to sleep on, about a foot from the floor, 
which may be covered with hay or straw. The build- 
ing is heated by a stove. A large yard adjoins the 
house, where the dogs exercise and play peaceably 
together. 

All the dogs welcome the coming of a visitor, and 
crowd around eager to be petted. Some are old and 
infirm, some large, some small, but all, if they could 
speak, would bless the memory of the woman who 
has given them a home for life unless some suitable 
one is provided for them. One large shepherd dog, just 
brought in from the streets of Boston, had a fur rug to 
sleep on till her little ones should be born. 

Many persons come to this home to obtain a dog, 
and are expected to pay something for it if they are 
able, thus to defray the expenses, but often a dog is 
given away to a good home. 

Not far away is the cat house, a two-story structure 



380 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

with tiers or shelves on every side, covered with hay, 
where two hundred and fifty cats may lie in the sun 
and sleep when not exercising in the large wire-cov- 
ered playgrounds. The males and females are in sepa- 
rate parts of the house. This is also heated by a large 
stove. The dogs are fed on a mixture of meat and 
meal or graham flour cooked together, and the cats on 
milk and meat, all having roast beef usually on Sunday. 

Cats may be brought to the home whenever home- 
less, and the superintendent calls with his wagon for a 
dog whenever notified that one is lost or abused, 
or without a home. None are killed unless incurably 
diseased. When the license law takes effect in Boston, 
about May I, for the summer months, many dogs are 
turned upon the streets and become homeless, because 
some owners are unwilling, and quite often unable, to 
pay the license fee. If the Home could receive all such 
dogs before they become homeless and half starved, it 
would be a greater blessing even than it is now. Per- 
haps some home in the future, with a larger income, 
can save from homelessness and starvation the un- 
wanted dogs; or perhaps, with a higher degree of civili- 
zation and humaneness, we shall do away with license 
laws which destroy thousands of affectionate creatures 
through the mistaken idea that cities would be over- 
run with dogs without such laws. Some cities, as in 
Cleveland, Ohio, with 400,000 or more population 
have no license laws for animals, and experience no 
inconvenience from a surplus of dogs and cats. 

Comparatively few animals are ever seen on public 
thoroughfares in any city or place of business. The 
rich keep theirs in their own grounds. If those of the 



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poor are sometimes on the streets they are usually the 
back streets, where there is less traffic either by wagon 
or cars. 

A license law in large cities works harm among the 
poor, where a dog or a cat is a humanizing agent. One 
of the greatest blessings a child in poverty can have, 
or indeed one brought up in a home of wealth, is a pet 
animal to love and care for. Professor Wesley Mills 
wrote in the Popular Science Monthly for May, 1896: 
" I strongly advocate each family having some one 
animal, at least, to be brought up with the household 
to some extent, whether it be a bird, cat or dog." 

A poor woman living not far from the Brighton 
Home was notified by the police that her dog and pup- 
pies must be killed, because she could not pay the 
license fee of five dollars. Her children cried and be- 
sought the officer not to take their pets, but the law 
which, alas ! is so poorly enforced in regard to so 
many evils, must needs be enforced in regard to dogs. 
Fortunately the Sheltering Home heard of the case, 
took the dog and puppies to the institution, and the 
Children visited them and played with them every day. 

The animals at the Home appreciate the kindness of 
their keepers. Joe, a dog with three legs, has been the 
pet of the house for fourteen years, and is now deaf and 
nearly blind. A Newfoundland dog brought to the 
Home was purchased by a man from Philadelphia. 
When the owner returned to Boston with a boat load of 
coal, the dog jumped off the boat near Charlestown 
bridge and found his way to his old companions. 

Another dog was given twice in each case to persons 
in Boston, Brookline and Watertown, and, always 



382 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

returning, finally was permitted to live and die among 
the strays. An editor in Nova Scotia recently sent a 
picture of himself with his dog, taken from the Home, 
to which he had become tenderly attached. 

Cats have been sent to various portions of the 
country from the cat house. Two recently went to 
Fort Worth, Texas, by express. While I was visiting 
the Sheltering Home two cats were sent for from 
Boston, and two pretty creatures, black and white, 
were picked out as suitable companions for each other 
in the new abode. 

A few old horses are at the Home, and pass the rest 
of their days happily, though I am told that owners 
usually prefer to sell them for a pittance after their 
lives of hard labor, that they may be killed, rather 
than give them to the home. Such a charity as the 
Ellen M. Gifford Home for Animals would be an un- 
told blessing in all of our large cities. 

FRANCES POWER COBBE REFUGE 

A very interesting home for dogs and cats is the 
Frances Power Cobbe Refuge of Indianapolis, Indiana, 
conducted as a labor of love, by Mr. and Mrs. Elster, 
cultivated and humane people. " We use our own house, 
a modest little cottage," Mrs. Mary O. Elster informs 
me. " The cats have free access to the kitchen and 
conservatory opening from it, and the dogs mostly 
sleep at the barn. We have a good barn, warmed in 
cold weather by natural gas, with every comfort for 
the dogs. Some of the smaller dogs sleep in the 
kitchen with the cats. All are perfectly friendly 



Homes for Animals 383 

with the cats. But you may imagine that with 
usually fifty to shelter, the work of feeding and keep- 
ing clean is a heavy one. We have no servant or assist- 
ant to relieve us of any of this labor, We feed milk, 
bread and milk, mush, and meat once a day only. The 
milk the pets have twice a day. We cook nearly all the 
meat, occasionally giving it raw to the cats. As to 
how we get them kind people who find strays bring 
them to us; children often bring them. We find them 
as we drive about town, or they come to our door of 
their own accord. 

' You ask how long we keep them. That depends 
on their condition. We love them so that we cannot 
bear to put them to sleep. I would like room to keep 
a great many and make them happy, as I believe they 
were designed to be. Ours is simply our own idea of 
what God has given us to do. Our hearts are very sore 
over the wrongs of animals. We lack both room and 
means to care for all that need our care in this growing 
city." 

This refuge became incorporated in the spring of 
1900. If many persons all over the land would do 
such work as this what a different world this would 
be for animals. 

" Until a short time ago," says the Indianapolis 
News for July 21, 1900, " Mr. and Mrs. Elster con- 
ducted the refuge at their home, 2264 North Pennsyl- 
vania street. But recently a much more suitable place 
has been found near Irvington. There, on a beautiful 
piece of rolling ground, a quarter of a mile long, lives 
the happiest family of dogs and cats imaginable. Just 
now, there are no horses at the refuge, as quarters have 



384 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

not yet been arranged for them. But before long 
Mr. and Mrs. Elster hope to establish a ' rest ' for 
horses, as a similar London charity is called, where not 
only stray horses may be taken, but where also the foot- 
sore barebones of the poor workingman may be pas- 
tured for something like twenty-five cents a week, 
until he is able to work again. 

" Entering from the road, between two fine walnut 
trees, the visitor to the refuge passes up and down little 
knolls, across a rustic stone bridge embowered in green, 
drooping willows and sweet flag, for an eighth of a mile 
before he comes on the old house which is serving tem- 
porarily as headquarters. No sooner does he pass the 
well than out burst twenty or thirty dogs, black, brown 
white and spotted, trim, smart terriers, fuzzy-wuzzy 
French poodles, Great Danes, water spaniels, Blenheim 
spaniels, ugly, interesting pugs, Scotch collies, shepherd 
dogs, thoroughbreds and mongrels, all barking, yelping 
and frisking about him. If he is not timid he under- 
stands that this is merely dog-talk for ' Good-morning. 
How do you do ! Come right in ! ' 

" A human welcome quickly reinforces the canine 
one, for Mr. and Mrs. Elster are fond of their refugees, 
and are glad to show them. As they and their visitor 
sit and talk about the work, the dogs are all about, per- 
fectly at home. Their own special quarters are at the 
extreme end of the grounds, but they are devoted to 
their benefactors and are happiest when with them. At 
present, forty dogs and almost as many cats are being 
cared for. The number varies constantly, as homes are 
found for the homeless and new ones are brought in. 



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Besides caring for stray animals, Mr. and Mrs. Elster 
conduct a boarding house for pets, where the most 
pampered cat, the most fastidious dog, may be sure of 
the best of care and the kindest treatment. 

" One of the boarders this summer is old Fritz, a 
wheezy, asthmatic pug, whose breathing can be heard 
all over the house. Fritz has stuffed cake and candy 
until he is so fat he can scarcely walk. Mrs. Elster is 
dieting him, and hopes by the time his owner returns 
from her summer vacation to reduce his weight and in- 
crease his comfort. He is a comical looking old fellow, 
of little use in the world, but dear to his mistress. On 
giving him to Mrs. Elster she said that if it were not 
for the refuge she would have been obliged to stay 
home all summer. Fritz, of course, could never be 
left to the mercy of servants. Poor old Fritz! He is 
already in the last stage of dog existence. Pretty soon 
it will be sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every- 
thing ! 

" Just across the room the opposite extremity of dog 
life is illustrated. Lying curled up in a little soft ball, 
black as ink, is a tiny pup whose eyes have been opened 
on this world just a single day. He is a sleepy little 
fellow, and all day dozes on his carpet bed, the black 
dog in his mother's family, for she is as white as snow. 
June is her name. She and her puppy also are board- 
ers. Their owners are just now living at a hotel, where, 
of course, dogs are not allowed, and so for the time 
being they are exiled. June only came the other day, 
and still feels strange. Brought out to show her fine, 
silky coat, she trembles all over, and when her pup 



386 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

is taken from her a moment she climbs upon you piti- 
fully and begs to have it again. Mr. and Mrs. Elster 
may take the pup safely, but no dog dares molest it. 

" Other interesting members of the dog family are 
Billie, who lies on a couch, nursing his two broken 
legs; Kentucky Babe, a pretty Scotch collie; Nevina, 
a curly-haired, black, bright-faced little fellow, a cross 
between a King Charles spaniel ana a water spaniel; 
Pinkie, a terrier, who runs around with a chain 
fastened to his neck, and who must be tied when Mr. 
and Mrs. Elster leave, to keep him from running 
away. Pinkie is a favorite with the neighborhood chil- 
dren, and they often come to borrow him. Nance is 
a brown and white, kind-eyed shepherd dog, who is 
boarding at the refuge for the third or fourth time. 
Ralph is a smart-looking, black and white dog, stumpy- 
tailed, who has a good deal of Great Dane blood in 
him. Then there are Mother Rice, Preacher, a white- 
breasted terrier; Adelina Patti, an aristocratic thor- 
oughbred Scotch collie; Flossie, a little pug, and her 
chum, Nellie, a fox terrier; Fred, a black Newfound- 
land; Bynum, Ralph, a bull terrier, who, Mr. Elster 
says, must have needed a home, and have been told of 
the refuge, as he simply followed him out f om the city 
one day; Zip, a terrific barker, and Jack. Jack is the 
musician of the refuge. When properly instructed, he 
will sit down on his hind legs, raise his fore paws and 
yelp most musically. He is shy before strangers, but 
when alone with Mr. Elster, and encouraged by the 
accompaniment of a whistle, he displays a doggish 
voice of remarkable range. 

" Jack is a dog of strong character. He has a good 



Homes for Animals 387 

face and many good traits, if he is only a stray, yellow 
cur. He is ' boss ' of the other dogs, though by no 
means the largest of the lot, and in order to keep his 
position, must do considerable righting. Other dogs, 
however, must never fight in his presence. When he 
sees a quarrel begin, he at once separates them. He is 
extremely jealous of attentions to other dogs, particu- 
larly to Bynum. Sometimes, when Mr. Elster calls 
Jack, he will not answer, but a call for Bynum brings 
not only Bynum, but Jack as well, growling and show- 
ing his teeth. The refuge is a perfect place in which to 
study dog character. A little girl who heard of Jack's 
singing was somewhat puzzled. Finally she asked, 
' Can he say the words ? ' 

" Several of the dogs Mr. and Mrs. Elster regard 
as their own. One of these is a cunning little terrier, 
Teddy. All the dogs, even the waifs, have names, and 
one is treated as kindly as another. They are all fed 
once a day, often enough for them, says Mrs. Elster. 
The cats are mostly kept in a wire inclosure, back of the 
house. They get milk twice a day. A little beyond this 
inclosure is the one for dogs. Here new dogs are kept 
for a time until there is no danger of their straying off 
again. This part of the grounds is called the ravine. 
It is hilly, and through it runs a little stream that 
affords bathing for the dogs. As Mr. Elster led a troop 
of them down to the creek they all rushed ahead, and, 
leaping into the water, began swimming and splashing 
in keen delight. Nance settled herself for a cool, 
watery nap, and all around her the big and little dogs 
played hide-and-seek. 

"Just beyond the creek is the grave-yard. As yet 



388 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

there is only one little mound in it. This is under a big, 
shady tree, and it is marked by a headstone, on which 
doggie's name is to be carved some day. Not all the 
dogs that die at the refuge will be buried here, but only 
those that have attained distinction from being there a 
long time, or from some special facts in their history. 
The dog now buried there had an unusual history. 
He was an old circus performer [the Gentry show], a 
Yorkshire terrier, grown too feeble to serve his master 
any longer, and cruelly given away to the first boy that 
happened along. This boy's mother would not let him 
keep the dog, and if it had not been for the refuge he 
would have had a hard time. Mrs. Elster says he was 
wretched and sick when she got him, but she nursed 
him faithfully, hoping to bring him back to strength 
and to a green old age. But the poor fellow had been 
beaten and starved too long. The mere sight of a whip, 
she says, made him tremble, and finally they decided to 
put him to sleep with chloroform. All maimed ani- 
mals, which are beyond the possibility of health and 
happiness, are thus treated. In the last four years two 
thousand dogs have been cared for or put out of 
misery." 

To the great grief of her many friends, human be- 
ings as well as animals, Mrs. Elster, the founder of the 
Frances Power Cobbe Refuge at Indianapolis, died 
December 26, 1900, of internal cancer. She was a 
well educated and very superior woman. 

She had written much for the press both in original 
work and in translating from other languages. Born in 
Newark, New Jersey, November 9, 1842, and joining 
the Baptist church when she was eleven years of age, 



Homes for Animals 389 

she became a school teacher at sixteen, and taught school 
almost uninterruptedly in Champaign, Illinois, Chicago 
and Indianapolis, until her death. Even when ill, she 
taught daily in the public schools, also in the evening, 
that she might earn money to carry on her beloved 
Refuge now left with little means. 

" In nearly seventeen years of teaching " her hus- 
band, Mr. A. C. Elster writes me, " she was out of 
school but four and one-half days, one half day on 
account of her boy Percival's sickness, two days at her 
father's death, and two days because of her own sick- 
ness. 

" I first knew her in 1868. At that time she told 
of a little dog she had cared for, that had a broken 
leg. They became very much attached to him, and 
kept him till he died of old age. 

" When she came to Indianapolis she brought two 
dogs. The one in the picture I send you she found 
on a north porch of a house in Champaign. She in- 
terceded with the woman in the house, but of no avail. 
She would not feed the dog nor leave the rug for 
fear she would stay, as she was soon to have puppies. 
When Mary went home from school and saw the little 
thing close in the corner she could not stand it, so took 
it home and provoked her mother's bitter disapproval, 
and kept her till she died of old age. 

" The other dog was a Newfoundland which she 
rescued from some boys in Lincoln Park, Chicago. He 
was a puppy, seven or eight months old, and the boys 
had him in one of the little lakes, and were throwing 
sticks at him to keep him from getting out. Mary 
stopped them, took the puppy back to her boarding 



390 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

house and arranged to have him kept until Saturday so 
she could take him to her home in Champaign, 128 
miles distant. He lived to be old and paralyzed. Mary 
was naturally timid, but when there was an animal 
suffering she was fearless." 

She was a friend to horses, always when possible 
preventing their overloading or high checking. " She 
was always," says Mr. Elster, " doing for somebody or 
something; self was the last thing thought of." 

A year before she died, she wrote and left a pathetic 
letter to her husband : 

"Dec. 3, 1899. 
" DEAR ALBERT : 

" As death is certain to come to me before very long, 
I will ask you to carry out strictly and sacredly the 
requests herein made. First, do not incur any unneces- 
sary expense for my burial. The most obscure and 
unpretentious spot is good enough to bury me in, and 
I wish the very plainest coffin and appointments." 

The second and third requests were for a private 
funeral, and the reading of the Episcopal burial service 
as her son belonged to that church, and a " Statement," 
" as the last good I can do our dumb friends." 

Her last request was, " I trust you can find a way 
to carry on the work for them O, so earnestly I hope 
it ; but if not, never let one of these we now have leave 
you. Send them to me as you know how to do. I will 
meet little Teddy and the rest, and we shall all be so 
glad together." (Teddy died soon after his mistress.) 

" My greatest wish for my darling son is that he may 
live to accomplish some little of the work that his 



Homes for Animals 391 

mother tried so hard to do. May he love and cherish 
every living thing." 

In the " Statement " after repeating the confession of 
faith from the prayer book, she wrote: 

" Believing all this most fully I have not for many- 
years identified myself with any church, chiefly because 
I do not know of any church which looks upon the 
animal world outside of man as included in its mis- 
sion of ' good will on earth.' 

" My idea of the ' holy Catholic church ' is one which 
shall reach out its protecting hand to every animal into 
which God has breathed the breath of life even the 
humblest of them all, which shall shelter them, defend 
them from torture at the hand of their most relentless 
enemy, man; forbid mutilation, vivisection and every 
form of cruelty known to fashion or science; which 
shall esteem their rights as equal to our own ; yea 
greater, even as they are weaker and incapable of speech. 

" To live and teach this Gospel has been my life 
work. From a little child I have suffered for and with 
the animal world ; have suffered ridicule, loss of friends 
and position, but my faith is still strong that toward this 
goal is the world reaching. 

" And I trust that our Father in the next world will 
be merciful to me as I have been merciful to them in 
this." 

REFUGE IN PARIS 

All over the world the interest is deepening with re- 
gard to our dumb friends. Since 1884 Baronne d'Her- 
pent has devoted her time and money to the care of 
homeless dogs and cats in Paris. She has found good 



392 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

homes for about 6,000 dogs. At her home, No. 12 
Place Chateaudun, at Levallois-Perrel, she keeps about 
thirty dogs in the " home lot," as she calls it, and at 
her Refuge, No. 27 Route de la Revoke, at the right 
of the Porte de Courcelles, she has 300 waifs and strays. 
She has plenty of clean straw for beds and wholesome 
food. 

Unlike most so-called " homes " or " shelters " 
where animals are gathered off the streets only to be 
killed in twenty-four or forty-eight hours, Mme. d'Her- 
pent will not hear of killing. They must die a natural 
death. The cost of keeping up the Refuge is about $200 
a month. She uses kitchen remnants given her by rich 
families, horse flesh, stale bread, milk, etc. She pays 
a dog dealer's tax, and therefore has the right to keep 
as many dogs as she chooses. 

Many American ladies have helped the baroness, and 
she thanks them through the pages of the New York 
Herald, March 10, 1901. That paper has shown by 
its cordial support of her work how much a newspaper 
can aid a good cause. The French press has been 
aroused by its articles, and over $1,000 has just been 
subscribed through the Herald columns (the paper 
giving 1,000 francs), much of it coming " in memory 
of two skye terriers," or " three faithful four-footed 
friends," etc. It is stated that Kipling has just sent 
the baroness $500. 

Paris has become awakened to the shame of its 
" Fourriere," or pound, where men employed by the 
police catch stray dogs, often stealing them, and get 
twenty-five cents apiece for their brutal work. The 
dogs are driven into pens, kept without food or water, 



Homes for Animals 393 

put into a gas tank where the tube has leaked for years, 
and, after several minutes, are pronounced dead. They 
are then put into a wagon and driven away to be 
skinned, and their bodies used for the refuse heap. The 
drivers say that often a half -suffocated dog comes to 
life in the wagon, and they have to kill it with a 
hammer. 



HACKBRIDGE HOME, SURREY, ENGLAND 

In connection with the Temporary Home for Lost 
and Starving Dogs at Battersea Park Road, London, 
a Branch Home was opened at Hackbridge, Surrey. 
October 29, 1898, the Duke and Duchess of Portland 
presiding. A fox-terrier was given to the Duchess 
as a memento of the occasion. This one was selected 
as it sat up and begged when the Duchess arrived, a 
pretty trick, it had doubtless been taught by some fond 
owner. She probably had many other dogs, but a 
woman with a generous heart usually has room for one 
more homeless animal. The cost of this Hackbridge 
Home was 6,171, including 3,194 for the land, and 
1,197 for the kennels. Each kennel is nearly large 
enough for a horse. There is a trough of water almost 
large enough for a bath, and a raised plank bed lib- 
erally provided with straw. Edith Hawthorne gives 
a most interesting account of this Home, in a Souvenir 
daintily illustrated and prepared for this noble and 
noteworthy opening. She describes a crowd gathering, 
and a large covered van coming out of the police yard, 
while a driver with his whip tries to separate two big 
dogs. She inquires the cause and is told by a work- 



394 O UF Devoted Friend, The Dog 

man " that a big un or two inside is a upsettin' of the 
little uns. Pore beggars! I'm allus sorry fur it's a 
bit rough to die afore yer time comes, aint it, mum ? an' 
jist becos you was found a wanderin' about the streets 
with nothin' on' so to speak no muzzle an' no collar, 
yer know." 

" The long summer through," says Miss Haw- 
thorne, " each morning is darkened for dog lovers by 
the same pitiful sights. Open carts and covered vans 
filled with hapless creatures, some with drooping heads 
and despondent hearts, others dismally wailing, some 
again, innocent guileless things, thinking they were out 
for a holiday jaunt, and greeting passengers awheel 
and afoot with gleesome cries, yet all, the young and 
old, the sick and well, the merry and sad, the hand- 
some and ugly, all, all alike rotating to the same dire 
axis, to meet on the same common threshold, and to be. 
alas! condemned to the same hard and bitter fate, 
hundreds waiting with weary, aching hearts for the 
masters that never come to seek them." 

And then she presents a different picture : " We 
looked over the stone parapet, and beheld one of the 
prettiest sights we have yet come across in our rambles. 

" A large meadow or open space where forty or fifty 
couple of dogs were running races with one another, 
frisking and frolicking about in all the abandon of youth 
and health, and high spirits. A mixed pack, truly! 
For no two dogs were akin in size, or breed, or color. 

" An intelligent black-and-tan collie came bounding 
forward to inspect us. But one sniff and glance con- 
vinced him we were neither robber nor rogue, and he 
thrust his moist muzzle confidently into our hand, indi- 



Homes for Animals 395 

eating that he would prove at once a zealous protector 
and an affectionate companion. There, away in the 
middle of the enclosure, monarch and king of the 
crowd, a big tawny St. Bernard, a guardian born for 
those lonely detached houses we had passed on our 
travels that morning. Here, a curly tailed pug, racing 
over the grass as contentedly as if at home romping 
about his mistress's boudoir. Where, oh, where could 
she be that she had not yet sought her little playful pet ! 
There, again, a neat, cobby terrier, bubbling over with 
energy that little less than a warehouse full of rats 
could subdue. Against the palings, a living monu- 
ment of wistful patience, a bob-tailed sheep-dog, fidelity 
writ clear in his blue, brown eyes. Here at our feet, a 
sleek dachshund, with sweeping velvety eyes, a lady's 
diminutive slave, ever ready to attend her on her 
shopping expeditions with an unflagging patience and 
good nature that none other could perform without 
serious loss of temper. 

" There they were big dogs, little dogs, giddy, 
volatile youths, sober, sedate matrons, and with not a 
cowed, scared, or frightened look among them. 

" ' And are all these happy creatures,' we asked, 
' awaiting their owner's arrival to claim them ? ' 

" ' Some few, perhaps, madam; but the majority of 
them are wanting purchasers; for some extraordinary 
reasons, they have not been claimed.' 

" Asking Mr. Ward, the Secretary at London, how 
this beneficent country home came to be opened, he re- 
plied, ' For many years the Committee have felt the 
great need of a Country Home for the dogs who might 
be sold, but who, if kept in the Battersea Home, are 



396 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

liable to contract disease, and it is in order to save these 
dogs that the Country Home is founded. But neces- 
sary as this Home is, the Committee were unable to 
commence operations until a lady, a great lover of 
dogs and a staunch supporter of the Battersea Home, 
most generously gave 1,000 towards this specific ob- 
ject. This noble example was followed by a donation 
of 1,200 from another lady, and so, with such a start 
and the aid of other donations, we were enabled to 
purchase the land at Hackbridge and erect the fine 
quarters you inspected this morning. We shall now 
be able to retain the dogs longer, and in a better and 
healthier condition, and give them also a fairer chance 
of finding new owners, should their old ones fail to 
claim them. The Queen will also be pleased to hear 
of this scheme for the better welfare of her favorite 
animal the dog, for when Her Majesty became patron 
of the Home the period for the retention of the dogs 
was extended from three days to five days at her 
kindly request. It therefore rests with the public to 
support us in our efforts to continue the good work 
so generously commenced by our noble-hearted dog 
lovers.' 

" ' And the public will support you, Mr. Ward, we 
feel sure, when it hears of this splendid and much 
needed branch.' 

' Yes, we all hope so, for we shall be saving the 
lives and improving the condition of every dog it is not 
necessary to put in the lethal chamber. Many dogs 
come to the Home who are never claimed, and if these 
can be medically treated and enjoy comparative free- 



Homes for Animals 397 

dom and exercise in country air, they will be restored to 
sound health and be ready for sale in a good and happy 
condition.' ' 

Miss Hawthorne urges all to visit the Home, eight 
or nine miles by carriage, or twenty-five miles from 
London by rail; "if, at any time, they should be in 
need of an alert guardian to protect their property, or 
an affectionate little pet to fill with life and gaiety a 
desolate childless home, they are asked, nay. implored, 
to bear in mind the hundreds of poor dogs waiting 
anxiously, yearningly waiting for owners upon whom 
to bestow their protection and their love. 

" Then standing upon the little bridge not a hundred 
yards from the railway station, he will look down upon 
this finely situated Home. For just below is the keep- 
er's pretty cottage, reached by a slightly undulating 
avenue of shrubs and trees. Beyond is the courtyard 
and receiving house, where the neat dark green van dis- 
charges its happy, expectant load, and each animal is 
examined by the keeper to see if it is in need of any 
special treatment, or can at once be drafted into the 
kennels. Clear of these quarters is a broad vista of 
greensward, where dogs are seen playing together like 
schoolboys out of school; adjacent is a long double row 
of kennels, the male and female members of this fortu- 
nate community being kept strictly apart. Adjoining 
the kennels is another sweeping expanse of grass, 
deputed to the fair sex for exercise and diversion ; and 
to the right is the proposed canine cemetery, soon, 
doubtless to be dotted with tiny, white tombstones, 
bearing appropriate inscriptions to the virtues of 



398 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

deeply mourned and dearly cherished friends. The 
whole framed in a setting of fine old elms. 

" For be it ever remembered that until this Branch 
opened, thousands of poor dogs, aye, every whit as full 
of frolic and gaiety as those we saw at Hackbridge, 
were condemned to death through sheer inability to 
provide them with food and shelter for a longer period 
than five days. An appalling massacre of true and 
faithful hearts that was as regrettable and painful, as 
unfortunately it was inevitable." 

As long as license laws are allowed to exist, so long 
will the " massacre of true and faithful hearts " be 
inevitable, unless such Homes are provided. There is 
plenty of wealth all over the land for such homes, as 
much as for poor orphan children, and invalids, and 
aged. We shall come sometime, I believe, to such a 
true civilization that we shall feel and know that it is 
wrong wantonly to destroy God's creatures, who have 
a right to live, and besides can be made so helpful to 
mankind. We shall perhaps have to overcome a selfish 
desire to live at ease and have no care either of dumb 
pet or child. If not a sparrow falls to the ground with- 
out His notice, we shall sometime learn that we have 
a duty toward any speechless, homeless thing; not to 
kill it, a creature so devoted, so intelligent, so faithful, 
but to save it and make a home for it. We look with 
horror upon China destroying her female children, and 
India putting her aged people by the Ganges to die, 
while they in turn look with horror upon the treat- 
ment of animals by professedly Christian nations. 
Ralph Waldo Trine well says in " Every Living 
Creature" : 



Homes for Animals 399 

" It is said that in Japan, if one picks up a stone to 
throw at a dog, the dog will not run, as you will find he 
will in most every case here in America, because there, 
the dog has never had a stone thrown at him, and con- 
sequently he does not know what it means. This spirit 
of gentleness, kindliness, and care for the animal 
world is a characteristic of the Japanese people. It in 
turn manifests itself in all of their relations with their 
fellowmen; and one of the results is that the amount of 
crime committed each year in proportion to its popu- 
lation is but a very small fraction of that committed 
in the United States. 

" In India, where the treatment of the entire animal 
world is something to put to shame our own country, 
with its boasted Christian civilization and power, there, 
with a population of some three hundred millions, there 
is but one-fourth the amount of crime that there is 
each year in England, with a population of less than 
twenty millions, and only a small fraction of what it is 
in the United States, with a population less than one- 
fourth the population of India. These are most signifi- 
cant facts; they are indeed facts of tremendous import, 
and we would do wisely to estimate them at their 
proper value." 



CHAPTER XVII 
Cruel Laws About Dogs 

THE cruel laws about dogs in many of our states 
can only be accounted for by the fact that the 
speechless have no votes, and laws have been 
made by their enemies, while their friends too often 
have kept silent. In the Massachusetts Public Statutes, 
chapter 102, page 551, section 90, we find this license 
law : " The mayor of each city and the chairman of 
the selectmen of each town shall annually, within ten 
days from the first day of July, issue a warrant to one 
or more police officers and constables, directing them 
to proceed forthwith either to kill or cause to be killed 
all dogs within such city or town not licensed and col- 
lared according to the provisions of this chapter, and to 
enter complaint against the owners or keepers thereof; 
and any person may, and every police officer and con- 
stable shall kill or cause to be killed all such dogs 
whenever or wherever found. Such officers, other than 
those employed under regular pay, shall receive one 
dollar for each dog so destroyed from the treasuries of 
their respective counties, except that in the county of 
Suffolk they shall receive it from the treasuries of their 
respective cities or towns." 

By the above law, any person may kill an unlicensed 
dog, and every police officer and constable shall kill 
" wherever found," no matter how well-kept, or loved 

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Cruel Laws About Dogs 401 

the dog may be. It need not be homeless, and may be 
devoting its life to some companionless child, but the 
great state of Massachusetts, the friend of the slave. 
and the helpless, gives a dollar for each helpless dog 
that is killed, so that the officer must needs kill many if 
he would have a living salary. Four thousand or more 
are thus killed yearly in Boston. 

A Boston official told me that once when he seized 
a dog from a hallway to which it had run from the 
street for protection, and threw it into his dog-wagon, 
a girl of six went nearly into convulsions, only faintly 
able to cry out, "My doggie! my doggie! " The offi- 
cer paid the license fee from his own pocket, and re- 
stored the dog to the almost heart-broken child. 

Another time when about to take an unlicensed dog, 
he found the owner, a sailor, absent from home, and 
the old mother, deaf, and both legs paralyzed. The 
dog was her only companion, and guard, and comfort. 
He complied with the cruel law by paying the license 
fee himself, and restored the dog to the poor cripple. 
The license fee is two dollars for a male, and five 
dollars for a female dog. A poor woman in a town 
in Eastern Massachusetts sold her only bureau to the 
town clerk that she might have money for that one year 
to save her dog. What she sold to preserve its life the 
following year, I do not know. 

During my last visit in Boston, in August, 1900, I 
saw the dog-wagon filled with dogs who cried and 
climbed against the front, in a vain attempt to get out, 
while two or three scores of little children ran after 
the wagon, knowing probably that their pets would 
soon be killed. This work of breaking little children's 



402 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

hearts, by destroying the pets of the poor, begins at 
6 130 in the morning, and when the wagon is full, it is 
taken to the Dog Repository on Washington street, 
where the helpless creatures are killed at once by poison. 
If this were a heathen nation, we might not be sur- 
prised, although such a thing would not be tolerated 
in India or Turkey, but we call ourselves Christians, 
and profess to "go about doing good " like our Great 
Exemplar ! 

New York city has the following law, Chapter 115, 
Laws 1894: " Every person who owns or harbors one 
or more dogs within the corporate limits of any city 
having a population of over eight hundred thousand, 
shall procure a yearly license and pay the sum of two 
dollars for each dog. * * * Dogs not licensed pur- 
suant to the provision of this act shall be seized, and 
if not redeemed within forty-eight hours, may be de- 
stroyed or otherwise disposed of at the discretion of 
the society empowered and authorized to carry out the 
provisions of this act." 

Thousands in New York city are too poor to pay a 
dog-license, and do not know that they must travel to 
the headquarters of the American Society for the Pre- 
vention of Cruelty to Animals, on Madison Avenue 
and 26th street, to pay the license. When any of the 
five dreaded dog-wagons with their two stalwart 
drivers each, appear on the poor streets, and any person 
attempts to save his pet, by interfering with the dog- 
catcher, he or she shall be guilty of a misdemeanor, 
pay not less than $25 nor more than $100 or be im- 
prisoned not less than ten days or more than thirty, or 
be punished by both fine and imprisonment! Or if he 



Cruel Laws About Dogs 403 

owns or harbors a dog and does not pay a license he is 
" guilty of disorderly conduct " and shall pay a fine 
or go to prison until the fine is paid ! He cannot take in 
a homeless creature if he would, unless willing to go to 
jail unless the license is paid. Man, woman and child 
must stand silent and see their property taken from 
them to be destroyed, and utter no word against a brutal 
law, easily obtained because there are few to plead for 
the speechless dog, and few, also, to plead for his poor 
owner. 

As a result of this New York city law, the almost in- 
credible number of about 90,000 dogs and cats were 
destroyed by gas in 1899 in that city, probably about 
half of these being cats, found without collars. I know 
of no other city in the world where harmless and use- 
ful cats, the property of their owners, can be thus sacri- 
ficed by a cruel law. 

This New York dog-license law executed by the S. P. 
C. A., was tested in the courts and it was decided in 
January, 1898, that a Legislature " cannot vest a society 
with power to kill or dispose of other people's property." 
A similar decision was given with regard to the Ohio 
Humane Society in Cincinnati, Ohio, March 8, 1898, 
that a dog is private property and cannot be taken 
without due process of law, without violating both 
State and National Constitutions. 

In many other states the dog laws are not very dif- 
ferent from those of Massachusetts and New York. In 
Indiana the law reads : " It shall be unlawful for any 
dog to roam about over the country unattended by its 
owner or the agent of said owner, and that when such 
dog shall be found roaming over the country unat- 



404 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

tended as provided in this act the same shall be deemed 
a runabout dog and it shall be lawful to kill such a 
dog." Ohio had at one time such an unjust law which 
allowed any person to kill any dog at large unaccom- 
panied by his master, but fortunately this was repealed 
by the O'Neil Bill of 1898, which gave to dogs all the 
rights of other live stock. 

In Indiana a female dog over ninety days old is taxed 
$3.00, " more than a man is taxed on his fifty or one 
hundred ewes and lambs. Justice says such a law is a 
disgrace to all voters of our state," writes a man from 
Indiana. A lady from that state writes me : " Here 
in the city an additional tax of one dollar makes the 
keeping of a female dog a very great burden upon poor 
people. Even the rich are unwilling to pay four dol- 
lars a year for tax on a dog. The result is, female 
puppies and dogs are dropped all over the city. We 
find them homeless and starving." 

It is difficult to see why a dog should be taxed any 
more than a pet cat or a pet bird, but if licensed and the 
tax not paid, why the dog should be killed, any more 
than a man's horse or ox. 

In New Hampshire, where the tax is two dollars for 
a male and five for a female (and it is the same in 
Connecticut, a tax often out of all proportion to the 
value of a dog, or the tax paid on other property), 
" No person shall be liable for killing a dog which 
shall be found not having around his neck a collar of 
brass, tin or leather, with the name of the owner carved 
or engraved thereon." 

In Nebraska, where a dog is " personal property," 
" It shall be lawful for any person to kill any dog found 



Cruel Laws About Dogs 405 

running at large on whose neck there is no collar as 
aforesaid, and no action shall be sustained for such 
killing." 

Michigan in 1899, passed a dog law, obnoxious to all 
dog-owners, and all lovers of clogs. In 1885 she passed 
a law making dogs " personal property " and subject 
to taxation like horses and cows. Now she compels 
all township boards and city councils each to appoint 
a dog-warden. He collects one dollar for each male 
dog and three for each female, receiving twenty-five per 
cent, for collecting, and any dog not wearing his collar 
shall be killed by him or his owner, and he receives one 
dollar for each dog killed under his jurisdiction ! The 
Dog Fancier published by Eugene Glass at Battle 
Creek, Mich., pertinently asks, " Can a person be com- 
pelled to pay a license for owning personal property 
subject to taxation ? A few months ago, when the dog- 
wardens received their appointments and went forth 
on their merciless mission, a wave of dissatisfaction 
and protest went up from all over the state, and many 
a little child's eyes will fill with tears to this day if men- 
tion is made of ' Tim/ or ' Jack,' or ' Flossie,' who will 
never again gladden their little hearts by joining in 
their childish play." 

Mr. Glass calls upon " all owners and friends of the 
only animal on earth that remains faithful and loyal to 
man, even to isolation from its kind and unto death, to 
unite in one general demand of the next legislature that 
the present dog law be repealed." 

It seems strange that Michigan, after taking away 
the pets from the children, should so realize the human- 
izing effect of animals upon people that in her State 



406 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

Prison at Jackson, she allows over 800 birds to be kept 
by her 800 prisoners, to be tended and loved by them, to 
make them more gentle ! Would it not be well to make 
them gentle before they become convicts? 

What are the results of all such dog-license laws? 
The killing of tens of thousands of devoted, helpful 
creatures, who have been the joy of children, and the 
protectors of homes : the hardening also of the public 
conscience by the sight of dog-wagons and dog-catchers 
and the brutalizing of many of the men themselves. 
An official told me this summer that it was very diffi- 
cult to obtain the proper men for the cruel work, and 
that in a large number of cases their work so hardened 
them, that he was obliged to discharge them for kick- 
ing the animals or other rough treatment, and hire 
others in their places. 

When a dog-license law was in force in Cleveland, 
Ohio, a gentleman told me that he saw a dog-catcher 
call a dog from the side of a poorly dressed little girl. 
The child ran, caught the animal in her arms and 
hugged it under her thin shawl. Again the man 
whistled, and probably supposing a bone was to be 
offered him, the dog jumped from her arms. When a 
few feet from her the man shot the dog, which lay 
bleeding and gasping before the child, who cried as if 
her heart would break. The dog-catcher received his 
pittance from the city for his dastardly deed. " The 
poor should not keep dogs," say some persons. It is 
useless to argue with a certain class in the community, 
who think the poor have no place nor rights in this 
world. 

Some years ago in Cleveland, instead of being shot 



Cruel Laws About Dogs 407 

by policemen on one's door-step, the dogs were gath- 
ered up by eager men and boys and drowned in a big 
receptacle, where they struggled and cried till the look- 
ers-on were sick at heart as one animal after another 
became exhausted and died. One big, shaggy New- 
foundland, I was told, appealed to the bystanders with 
his great, dark eyes and intelligent face, as he made a 
desperate struggle for life, but there was no help tor 
him in a great city that must have money or the death 
of the unlicensed. 

Several years since a lover of dogs, a? member of 
the Cleveland Kennel Club, Mr. C. M. Munhall, real- 
izing how the license law bore heavily on the poor who 
could ill afford to pay, and believing that the dog is 
" property," and that a city has no right to kill it, any 
more than a man's horse or cow, brought suit against 
Cleveland, and a " perpetual injunction " was granted 
by the court, " restraining the city from killing dogs." 
The license law was of no effect after this decision was 
rendered. Mr. Munhall proved himself by this test 
case a public benefactor. Mr. Munhall says, " The 
course I pursued is the only way to wipe out such 
illegal laws." If other cities would follow his example, 
through some man or woman who is a friend to ani- 
mals, we might be spared the yearly slaughter of thou- 
sands in some of our large cities. 

A prominent vivisector in Cleveland has urgently 
advocated a dog-pound to " prevent pet animals from 
straying into the colleges, and it would give the latter 
a regular channel through which their material might 
be derived." 

Every day in our cities, there are scenes which would 



408 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

not be tolerated, if we witnessed them. Dogs loved and 
petted by many a child, noble creatures who would die 
to protect their owners, are terrified by having a net 
thrown over them, or a lasso, and dragged along the 
street, thrown by dog-catchers into wagons, hurried 
off to pounds or shelters, and killed by gas or poison, 
or drowning. 

A lady in St. Louis had her little black-and-tan dog 
seized and carried to the city pound, last August. 
When she reached the pound the trembling creature 
did not know her or her little boy. The heat of the 
place was intense and there was no ventilation. The 
big dogs had killed some of the little ones, whose sides 
were torn open, and trampled them under foot. The sad 
owner carried home her dog, called a veterinary sur- 
geon, but her pet soon died from the fright and brutal 
treatment he had received. 

The dog-license fee in St. Louis is three dollars 
for each dog, and if unlicensed he is caught and after 
four days " smothered to death by chemicals." 

In an Eastern town recently, a man seventy-five 
years of age, having a little dog which had no collar on, 
was knocked down by a dog-catcher who attempted to 
seize the animal. When the catcher was about to be ar- 
rested for bruising the old man and tearing his clothes 
(his beloved little dog was lost) the constable was at- 
tacked by him with a steel chain. Does it not matter 
what men we select to execute even brutal laws ? 

In a large Western city, a lady writes me that the 
unlicensed dogs are gathered up in summer I do not 
know what the method is in winter put in a pen where 
they remain, usually without food or water, two days 



Cruel Laws About Dogs 409 

in the burning sun, and then, while scores of anxious 
boys are peering through the knot-holes in the high 
board fence surrounding the pound, men with big clubs 
knock the shrinking and frightened creatures on the 
head, each knowing that his turn to be murdered will 
come soon. If these dogs were really homeless, and 
liable to abuse on the street, there might be some excuse 
for gathering them up, but even then they should be 
provided with a " Home," in a Christian city, and not 
killed. However, in large measure, they are simply un- 
licensed, and not to blame because the fee has not been 
paid by a poor, or perhaps negligent owner. The ani- 
mals when seized are often playing before their own 
homes with some child who loves them. 

A writer in the Journal of Zoophily, September, 
1897, thus describes the Dog Pound in New Orleans at 
that time: 

" The situation there is intolerable. The dogs are 
lassoed, thrown into dirty, unwholesome quarters, kept 
forty-eight hours, either without food or fed on bread 
green with mold; their water is covered with a thick 
green slime. Dead dogs, injured in the catching or 
dying of sickness, lie around in the pen, and to crown 
all, when the time comes, they wait their turn to be 
knocked in the head. Mrs. Ledoux says they huddle 
against the farthest wall, and with such looks of terror 
and with such frenzied expressions as she never saw 
elsewhere except among maniacs in an asylum." 

Of course one of the chief reasons adduced for li- 
cense is a revenue for the city, or the Humane Society. 
In 1898 the Cleveland Humane Society, needing 
money, tried to obtain through the legislature a dog- 



41 o Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

license law, but was not successful. One of the most 
prominent judges in the city wrote me : " I have been 
pretty well informed that the dog-license law will not 
pass the legislature on account of its question of con- 
stitutionality. I am glad to think that the poor dogs 
and poor people who take comfort in them, are shielded 
by the great constitution of the state of Ohio. 

* * * I do not believe in the bill at all. It is in- 
human, and the idea of a Humane Society entering 
upon such a ' slaughter of the innocents ' is repugnant 
to the purposes of the society itself. Our Humane So- 
ciety is one of the best institutions in the city, but it 
would seem to me that funds ought to be raised in 
some other way than through a law which would re- 
sult in destroying thousands of these companions and 
guardians of children, and faithful and devoted friends 
of mankind." 

A letter lies before me from a well-known Ohio man, 
who has sixty dogs in his kennels. He says : ' I love 
dogs all dogs and believe that they have all a right 
to live, and that no law is a just one that allows them 
to be killed by any society or any person. I believe in 
humane societies for the good they do, and it is not 
good they do when they destroy the life of any dog 
or other animal, unless said animal has been hurt, or is 
diseased and cannot live." 

One of the old arguments that license is necessary to 
prevent the increase of dogs, is refuted by the experi- 
ence of Cleveland, a city of 400,000 inhabitants. There 
is no surplus of dogs in Cleveland except possibly to a 
few persons who dislike animals. There are always 



Cruel Laws About Dogs 411 

some homeless creatures, but comparatively few where 
there is no license. 

Whenever a tax is imposed, some dogs will be turned 
upon the street, because many owners cannot or will not 
pay the tax. When the license reaches the exorbitant 
sum of $7.15 for female dogs, as in Hartford, Conn., 
or $5.00 as in Boston, many persons who would gladly 
keep a dog or give a stray animal a home, find it well 
nigh impossible to do so. 

A kind woman in Boston seeing a dog-catcher run- 
ning after a homely little creature, who, frenzied almost 
to madness, sought refuge in her cellar, was so touched 
by the helplessness of the lost animal, that she paid the 
five dollar fee, and though not well able to do so, has 
paid it for some years, and been rewarded by a remark- 
able devotion. 

What use for a license law, which causes all this suf- 
fering? Does a city or a humane society need a rev- 
enue which comes from the death of devoted animals? 

If we are anxious to prevent " mad-dog " scares, li- 
cense and muzzling are not the remedies. There are 
not so many supposed cases of hydrophobia in Cleve- 
land as in places where the license law is enforced. In 
Constantinople, where a man is fined $50.00 for abus- 
ing a dog, and not allowed to kill one, hydrophobia is 
said to be unknown. Fortunately in America muzzling 
is not common, as most people know it is harmful and 
cruel, the dog needing the open mouth for perspiration 
as well as breathing, and that the muzzle promotes 
madness rather than prevents it. 

The report of the Home on Battersea Park Road, 



412 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

London, for 1896, says, after the muzzling order of 
that year, about 700 dogs were gathered up each day 
for several weeks. " From morning till night the 
Home was crowded with, not only dogs, but persons 
seeking for their dogs. All day long, a string of vans 
laden with dogs might be seen waiting in the road to 
discharge their burden. In addition, police constables 
were constantly arriving on foot leading three or four 
dogs each." Men worked till midnight and even one 
o'clock at the Home, and came again at six in the morn- 
ing, for the destruction of these blameless, unmuzzled 
creatures. What a picture of an easily passed muzzling 
law, with little thought apparently by the council of 
the misery and death of the poor victims! 

A speaker at a recent meeting in London, said the 
Exchequer receipts showed that dog licenses produced 
in the year 1895-96 over 500,000, and added, " Where 
shall we find another class of tax-payers who contribute 
so largely to the revenue and receive so little in 
return ? " 

Arthur Westcott in the New York Tribune quotes 
Dr. Stockwell, a celebrated authority on dog diseases: 
" ' Distemper, toothache, earache, epilepsy and the 
whole class of nervous diseases to which dogs are sub- 
ject are constantly taken for rabies. Personally, after 
more than thirty years' experience as a dog owner and 
student of canine and comparative medicine, I have 
yet to meet with a genuine case of rabies in the dog, 
and of some scores of so-called rabid dogs submitted 
to me for my inspection I have found one and all to be 
suffering from other and comparatively innocent dis- 
eases." 



Cruel Laws About Dogs 4 1 3 

" This is not by any means an uncommon experience 
among veterinary surgeons. In the spring of 1897 
a ' mad dog ' scare was raised in London, England, 
by a certain class of people who, as muzzle manufac- 
turers, had a commercial interest in raising such scares. 
They, as usual, received every assistance from a credu- 
lous public and a sensational press. The Board of Ag- 
riculture finally took the matter up, and issued an order 
to the effect that all dogs appearing on the public high- 
ways should be muzzled tightly with a wire-cage 
muzzle., invented by the aforesaid manufacturers. Dur- 
ing the first three months of the scare over sixteen 
thousand dogs were seized in the streets as ' vagabond 
strays,' and not a single case of rabies was discovered 
among them." 

A London Journal says : " There are two men who 
are responsible for the new muzzling order Sir 
Everett Millais and Mr. Victor Horsley. Both are 
theorists, and therefore faddists; and both are licensed 
vivisectors. It was entirely at the bidding of the twain 
that Mr. Long, President of the Board of Agriculture, 
issued the order which has already brought a hornet's 
nest about his ears, and which he will have perforce, 
ere Jubilee Day, to repeal. A more pitiful, useless, un- 
fair, silly, and above all, monstrous measure, was never 
brought forward even by a member of Parliament." 
Public opinion grew so strong and bitter 'against the 
muzzling order, that it was revoked by the London 
City Council, October 27, 1899. 

The feeling is so wide spread against muzzling dogs, 
the universal testimony of dog owners being that it is 
most unhealthy, irritating, and often death-producing 



4i 4 O ur Devoted Friend, The Dog 

to animals, that it is allowed but in few states. Hu- 
mane Societies are one and all, opposed to it, as an in- 
humane measure. 

Washington, D. C., has a muzzling law passed June 
19, 1878, more than twenty years ago, that still remains 
unchanged. 

" Section 7. Whenever it shall be made to appear to 
the commissioners that there are good reasons for be- 
lieving that any dog or dogs within the District are 
mad, it shall be the duty of the commissioners to issue 
a proclamation requiring that all dogs shall, for a 
period to be defined in the proclamation, wear good, 
substantial muzzles, securely put on, so as to prevent 
them from biting or snapping; and any dog going at 
large during the period defined by the commissioners 
without such muzzle shall be taken by the pound- 
master and impounded, subject to the provisions of 
section 3." 

This cruel law, leaving the health and happiness of 
all the dogs in Washington, as well as the dog-owners, 
in the hands of three commissioners, was enforced for 
the first time in many years, from December, 1899, to 
June, 1900, the commissioners " believing that there 
was a mad dog or dogs in the District," being so in- 
formed by the Health officer. This is not the first time 
that too much power has been given into the hands of 
one man. The order caused the most intense opposi- 
tion, and large public meetings were held ; it was shown 
that dogs had become sick and died, and lost thei sight 
or gone crazy from the muzzle. Senator J. H. Gallin- 
ger of New Hampshire, a well-known physician, 
brought the matter before the Senate Commitiee. " I 








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Cruel Laws About Dogs 415 

have no hesitancy," he said, " in saying that there lias 
not been a case of hydrophobia in the District this 
year, last year, or the year before, and I do not believe 
that there will be a case in the years to come. * * * 
In a medical experience of over thirty years I have 
never seen a single case, and I have heard several of 
the best known physicians of the country make the 
same statement. * * * In my opinion the muz- 
zling order is absolutely needless, nonsensical, and un- 
warranted." 

Dr. Charles W. Dulles the eminent lecturer on the 
History of Medicine at the University of Pennsylvania 
says of hydrophobia that he has failed " after sixteen 
years of investigation to find a single case on record 
that can be conclusively proved to have resulted from 
the bite of a dog or any other cause." In the Medical 
News, June 22, 1895, Dr. Dulles says in regard to the 
treatment of a dog-bite : "I am strongly opposed to 
the practice of cauterizing with silver nitrate. I have 
seen and treated very many dog-bites, and have not 
used lunar caustic for thirteen years, and no per- 
son that I have treated has yet developed hydrophobia; 
so that the mortality of those treated by me is less than 
that of those treated in Pasteur institutes. My treat- 
ment is simply thorough surgical cleaning and the ap- 
plication of a simple antiseptic dressing for a few days, 
with the positive assurance that there will be no danger 
of any disease." 

Dr. Irving C. Rosse, F. R. G. S., in a paper read be- 
fore the American Neurological Association, Phila- 
delphia, June 3, 1896, says, " In Asia Minor and in 
Constantinople, the home of pariah dogs, one never 



4i 6 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

hears of hydrophobia. The secretary of the Japanese 
Legation in Washington tells me that he has never 
heard of the disease in Japan, and that in Korea, with 
more dogs than any other country such a thing as hy- 
drophobia is unheard of. In London with its five and a 
half million inhabitants, but one case was reported in 
1892." Dr. Dulles finds from statistics gathered in the 
United States, that there is only one hydrophobia case 
to four million inhabitants. Of 267 persons in the 
United States bitten by dogs supposed to be rabid, he 
says, only eight have died. 

To his honor, be it said, one of the Washington 
Commissioners, Hon Henry B. F. Macfarland, opposed 
the muzzling order. " It is evident," he said, " that in 
their zeal to maintain a theory, those who want the 
dogs muzzled have grossly exaggerated the danger 
from hydrophobia and rabies. They are to be especi- 
ally condemned when, as in the present instance, they 
are caused in part by pride in a theory, and by cupport- 
ers of institutions established ostensibly for the cure of 
hydrophobia in the name of humanity, but which will 
not treat a case unless the payment of from $100 to 
$150 at least is forthcoming." 

The Pasteur treatment is believed to be productive 
of more harm than good by many of the best physi- 
cians. Professor Peter, the able editor of the French 
Medical Journal, says : " M. Pasteur does not cure hy- 
drophobia he gives it ! " A physician describes the 
system as the " inoculating usually wholly uncontami- 
nated human beings with the most terrible virus known 
to science to wit, that of hydrophobia." It should be 
remembered that the Pasteur advocates admit that only 



Cruel Laws About Dogs 417 

from five to ten per cent, of the persons bitten by a 
really rabid animal have hydrophobia with no treat- 
ment whatever. How foolish then the common fear 
about dog bites. I have been bitten three or four 
times, and would never allow cauterizing as have many 
of my friends. 

Mr. Al. G. Eberhart of Cincinnati, says ; " I have 
been bitten by dogs over a hundred times in my life and 
carry scars now that I've had for twenty-five years. 
Some of the so-called mad dogs have bitten me, but yet 
I am not mad. Had I been nervous and easily scared 
I would very likely have been buried long ago." 

Even if there be such a disease as hydrophobia, 
which is probably mistaken for blood-poisoning in 
man (the thorn of a rose, the prick of a pin, the 
point of a lead-pencil have all caused blood-poisoning) 
or rabies, mistaken for distemper or epilepsy in ani- 
mals, it does not seem to be found among the home- 
less and unlicensed dogs, which are killed from the 
cruel supposition that they especially are dangerous. 
Dr. Matthew Woods of Philadelphia, says : " At the 
Philadelphia dog pound, where, on an average, over 
6,000 vagrant dogs are taken up annually, and where 
the catchers and helpers are frequently bitten, not one 
case of hydrophobia has occurred during its entire his- 
tory, of twenty-five years, in which time about 1 50,000 
dogs have been handled." The testimony of the offi- 
cials at the dog shelter in New York, where thousands 
are taken up each year, is identical with the above. 
Among the several thousand dogs killed after the 
Washington muzzling order was enforced, not one was 
found having rabies. 



4i 8 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

Chicago has a law giving the mayor power to muzzle 
dogs when he " shall deem it necessary." Such a law 
should be repealed. Massachusetts by Public Statute 
says, " The mayor and aldermen of a city or the select- 
ment of a town may order that any dog or dogs within 
the limits of such city or town respectively shall be 
muzzled." An attempt to muzzle dogs in Boston was 
made by some who disliked animals, but the better sen- 
timent was aroused by the S. P. C. A. and the cruel 
plan was thwarted. 

In the evidence given before the select committee 
of the House of Lords to investigate hydrophobia in 
man and rabies in animals, it was declared by Surgeon 
General Gordon that " muzzling would be an evil 
rather than a good." Mr. J. Rowe, President of the 
Veterinary Medical Society of London said, " Muz- 
zling is useless; even if a rabid dog were muzzled 
(which he would not be) the saliva would drop from 
the mouth." Mr. South, F. R. C. V. S., said, " Any 
efficacious muzzle is cruel and irritates the dog." 

In Bavaria, muzzling was in force in Munich for 
seven years; the number of dogs diminished by one 
half ; that of persons bitten increased. Dr. Soudermann 
(formerly an advocate), " sums up strongly against the 
muzzle." In Denmark, " muzzling is no longer en- 
forced having been found ineffective." In Austria, 
" rabies increased largely in Vienna after muzzling 
was introduced; the order is now suspended." 

Our Animal Friends, July, 1897, has this about mad 
dogs: 

i. It is supposed that a mad dog dreads water. It 
is not so. The mad dog is very likely to plunge his 



Cruel Laws About Dogs 419 

head to the eyes in water, though he cannot swallow it 
and laps it with difficulty. 

2. It is supposed that a mad clog runs about with 
evidence of intense excitement, it is not so. The mad 
dog never runs about in agitation; he never gallops; 
he is always alone, usually in a strange place, where he 
jogs along slowly. If he is approached by a dog or 
man he shows no signs of excitement, but when the 
dog or man is near enough, he snaps and resumes his 
solitary trot. 

3. If a dog barks, yelps, whines, or growls, that 
dog is not mad. The only sound a mad dog is known 
to emit is a hoarse howl. 

4. It is supposed that the mad dog froths at the 
mouth. It is not so. If a dog's jaws are covered or 
flecked with white froth, that dog is not mad. The 
surest of all signs that a dog is mad is a thick or ropy 
brown mucus clinging to his lips, which he often tries 
vainly to tear away with his paws or to wash away 
with water." 

All who love animals should be thankful for the in- 
creased interest in anti-vivisection laws, and socie- 
ties. The first anti-vivisection society was organized 
in London, 1875, with the Archbishop of York, Lord 
Shaftesbury, Frances Power Cobbe and others among 
its members. Now there are over 100 societies, and the 
number is rapidly increasing. Many physicians belong 
to these societies. 

Massachusetts by law, prevents vivisection in her 
public schools, and other states should follow. So 
many atrocious experiments are made on animals in the 
name of science, often to demonstrate facts already 



420 Our Devoted Friend, The Do? 

proved, or to gain notoriety, that there is no question 
that all the laboratories of the land and medical col- 
leges, should be open to properly appointed inspectors, 
such inspectors appointed with the approval of our 
State Humane Societies. 

Dr. Albert Leffingwell of Aurora, N. Y., writes : " To 
cut out the stomach of a living dog the infamous ex- 
periment of Megendie I have seen it done not in Eu- 
rope but America. To cut down upon the spinal 
cord of a dog for the demonstrations of its functions 
is an operation which Dr. Michael Foster of Cambridge 
University has never seen performed from horror of 
the pain. Where is there a medical college in America 
in which it has never been done? To freeze rabbits to 
death before a class of young men and young women 
merely to illustrate what everyone knew in advance 
it is done annually. To divide the most acutely sensi- 
tive nerve in the whole body to prove what nobody 
doubts it is one of the regular experiments. To mu- 
tilate a living animal so severely that left to itself death 
might occur, to fasten it so that struggle is useless, to 
set in operation delicate machinery which shall cause 
it to breathe by artificial force and so keep it through 
a long night of terror and pain, till ' wan^d ' for the 
final sacrifice of demonstration before students on the 
following day it is not of infrequent occurrence in 
American laboratories." 

Dr. Lefrmgwell quotes Dr. Latour who said, "I re- 
call to mind a poor dog, the roots of whose vertebral 
nerves Magendie desired to lay bare, in order to 
demonstrate Bell's theory, which he claimed as his own. 
The dog, mutilated and bleeding, twice escaped from 



Cruel Laws About Dogs 421 

the implacable knife, and threw its front paws round 
Magendie's neck, as if to soften his murderer and ask 
for mercy. I confess I was unable to endure that heart- 
rending spectacle." 

We do not have to go out of the state of Ohio to 
learn of the most revolting experiments on living dogs ; 
" paws crushed, tearing out the nerves of the fore- 
limbs, various nerves stretched, abdomen opened, 
shoulders, spinal column and ribs mutilated, cutting 
the sciatic nerve, pouring boiling water on the intes- 
tines, etc." Dogs used for such purposes are often 
stolen pets, some depraved men wishing to earn a trifle 
for liquor by their sale, or homeless creatures that need 
love and care instead of torture. 

" What shall we do with our surplus animals? " is 
the oft-repeated question. Repeal the license laws, let 
the poor keep their pets, and we shall have few surplus 
animals. Every family is better for having some pet 
animal to love. Where it is impossible to repeal li- 
cense laws, let the license fees be given, not to city or 
humane officials, or to public schools to teach children 
kindness to animals, or publ'c libraries to spread knowl- 
edge, but to build homes or find homes for unlicensed 
animals. For the really homeless dogs and cats, let us 
do our personal share in caring for them, and let homes 
be provided as for others of God's helpless creatures. 
When we find a homeless animal, let us advertise it in 
the papers, saying that we will give it to a good home, 
and then take pains to find out if the home is a good 
one. Let agents be employed, not to kill homeless 
creatures, but to seek homes for them as we do for 
unfortunate children. A philanthropic woman gave 



422 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

several hundred dollars in the winter of 1898 to pro- 
vide food for homeless dogs and cats in Boston, and 
an agent was hired to carry out her noble thought. 
We give to hospitals, to libraries, and to poor-houses. 
What do we give to animals? 

Perhaps our legislatures will sometime grant money 
to humane societies as they do to schools and libraries, 
for the elevation of the people. Helpless children and 
helpless animals as well, are in a large sense the wards 
of the state, and anything to better their condition 
should receive the sympathy and aid of the state. The 
West Virginia S. P. C. A. has obtained from the 
legislature an appropriation of $3,000 annually, to aid 
the work of the society. 

Let the Kennel Clubs or Dog Owners' Protective 
Associations obtain laws making the dog " property " 
so that nobody has a right to kill him, any more than 
a man's horse or cow, and then test the license law in 
the courts. The question of revenue from dependent 
creatures who look to us for safety and protection, 
and killing them by the tens of thousands because the 
money is not paid, or because they are homeless, and we 
wish to shirk responsibility and care, is unworthy a 
Christian people. Each day the dreadful work goes 
on. While we walk in the sunshine and enjoy per- 
chance homes of luxury, the dog-catchers with their 
wagons are carrying the terrified friends of man to 
pounds or so-called shelters, and to death. 

Let us forever oppose a license law for cats, which 
would mean thousands turned homeless into the 
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CHAPTER XVIII 
How to Care for Animals 

rREAT them with kindness. William Youatt, 
the noted writer on dogs, says, " Harshness of 
manner and unkind treatment will evidently 
aggravate many of their complaints. I have sometimes 
witnessed an angry word spoken to a healthy dog pro- 
duce instant convulsions in a distempered one that hap- 
pened to be near; and the fits that come on spontane- 
ously in distemper, almost instantly leave the dog by 
soothing notice of him." It is a well known fact that 
the milk of cows who are treated harshly even by words 
is made feverish and less wholesome, while canary birds 
have fallen dead in their cages from a command to 
stop singing. Animals love to be praised and com- 
mended, as much as people like it. 

Only persons of small intelligence or much vanity, 
are eager to show how easily they can govern their child 
or their dog. Years ago an old sailor said to me, 
when he saw me walking with my St. Bernard, " Don't 
ever whip that dog, Madam, or you will spoil her," 
and I carefully obeyed his good suggestion. Another 
once whipped her because she would not follow, and the 
great, noble creature never forgot it and could never 
be induced to follow the person a step afterwards. I 
once saw a professing Christian man whip his dog, 



424 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

and his influence with me was destroyed thereby. 
There are so many ways of gentle correction, that the 
lash seldom or never benefits child or dog. The man 
who strikes his horse three times with a whip is arrested 
in Norway and Sweden. It would be a wise law in 
America. A man who will kick a horse or a dog is of 
course, no gentleman, and deserves the scorn which he 
usually receives, or the stern hand of the law. One 
can easily judge what kind of master a dog has when 
the devoted animal cringes at his feet. 

" Flogging hounds in the kennel," says Youatt, " the 
frequent practice of too many huntsmen, should be 
held in utter abhorrence. . . A young foxhound 
may possibly mistake the scent of a hare for that of a 
fox, and give tongue. In too many hunts he will be 
unmercifully flogged for this, and some have almost 
died under the lash. Mercy is a word totally unknown 
to a great proportion of whippers-in, and even to many 
who call themselves gentlemen." 

Cropping or cutting the ears of a dog is very pain- 
ful, sometimes causes deafness, is called cruel by vet- 
erinarians, and is now disallowed by Kennel Club 
rules. 

" A spayed (ovaries removed) or castrated dog can- 
not win a prize on the bench," says Professor Wesley 
Mills of McGill Unversity. Montreal, and he adds. 
" The author would not allow any dog he owned to be 
thus operated on, and he hopes the time is not far 
distant when every reputable veterinary surgeon will 
take the same views of the case, and absolutely refuse to 
run the risk of destroying the dog as a dog merely to 
gratify the whim of some owner who wishes to shirk his 



How to Care for Animals 425 

responsibility." Dr. J. W. Hill, of England, Fellow of 
the R. C. V. S., says these operations cause " loss of 
energy, physical strength, and acuteness of the senses," 
and are " inhuman and useless." 

The late Dr. Edward Mayhew, member of the Royal 
College of Veterinary Surgeons, in his book, " Dogs, 
their management," partly rewritten by Dr. A. J. 
Sewell, Canine Surgeon to Queen Victoria and the 
Prince and Princess of Wales, urged that dogs be not 
ridiculed. " They understand," he said. " much more 
than men choose to give them credit for. Their pride 
is enormous and through this feeling they are easily 
moved. Laughter, when directed against himself, no 
dog can endure, and the slightest reprimand is always 
answered by an immediate change of aspect." 

Some persons wrongly punish a dog for barking, 
when that is his only way to tell the approach of a 
stranger, or to guard the house and the people he loves. 

Do not chain a dog, or keep him tied up. Professor 
Mills says in his book, " The Dog," " To keep any dog 
constantly chained is simply downright cruelty. The 
yard should always, when at all possible, allow of 
moderate exercise and freedom. Even with the free- 
dom such circumstances permit, every dog should be 
introduced daily, weather permitting, to the larger out- 
side world, for change, to develop his intelligence and 
to stimulate him to greater efforts and attainments. 
To lead a dog out by a chain is better than no exercise 
at all, but it is at best but a poor substitute. . . . 
Dogs, like other animals, indeed much more so than 
most others, require exercise to keep them in health." 
A dog should not run with a bicycle. In summer he 



426 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

becomes overheated, runs too fast, and is often ruined 
and not infrequently killed by it. 

Yet this cruel practice of chaining is seen in both 
city and country. The dog generally becomes vicious 
in consequence, or unhealthy, and certainly unhappy. 
" We can ruin the best temper in the world, if we try 
hard enough," says Miss Kendall in her " Witchcraft 
of To-day," " and I know of no way that will accom- 
plish this as effectually as a chain and kennel." 
The excuse usually given is that we " have no time to 
take an animal out for exercise." We have time for 
much useless shopping, for idle conversation, many 
unnecessary calls, much inconvenient ceremony of liv- 
ing, much overdressing, much lazy lounging, eupho- 
niously called " rest." If we used our time as we 
ought, there is enough and to spare, for all our needs. 
We waste it more prodigally than money. 

Wash and brush dogs. A good bath, not too warm, 
if properly taken, is as refreshing to a dog as to a per- 
son. He will often take it for himself, if near the 
water, though to throw him in and thus frighten him, 
shows the lack of sense of the owner. " The dog," 
says Dr. R. B. Plageman of New York, in his " House 
Dogs, their care and treatment," " has a remarkable 
memory and does not forget an injustice or a wrong 
done him as long as he lives." Dr. Plageman thinks 
in summer a bath once a week often enough for any 
dog, and Dr. John Woodroffe Hill, of England, says, 
" If the coat is regularly brushed and combed, once a 
month is quite sufficient. Once daily, twice if possi- 
ble, I have all my dogs thoroughly groomed; they 
enjoy it, the sensation affords them pleasure, and the 



How to Care for Animals 427 

dog accustomed to the practice will look for it as regu- 
larly as he does his meals." 

The water for bathing should be tepid, some cold 
water being put upon the head of the dog before the 
bath, and if soap is used it should be thoroughly rinsed 
out of the hair, as it is apt to cause irritation of the skin. 
and make the hair harsh. For this reason many pre- 
fer to rub the dog with the yolks of eggs, and then wash 
thoroughly. " A free use of soap," says Dr. Mayhew, 
" has the disadvantage, especially in dogs like collies, of 
removing the under coat which is so much thought of." 
After bathing the animal should be rubbed dry with 
cloths; especially the head, neck and breast, lest he 
take cold. The ears should be carefully cleaned and 
dried, as water left in may produce canker and that 
may bring on deafness. 

" As to the matter of soaps," says Dr. Plageman, 
" use white castile. Carbolic and other strongly medi- 
cated soaps are dangerous to use on dogs, and their 
use should be discouraged. There are many so-called 
' dog soaps ' and ' flea soaps ' which should never be 
used on a dog." Dr. Mayhew says, " Puppies are 
frequently killed through be'ng washed with strong 
carbolic soap (five per cent.)." Cats are not infre- 
quently killed in the same way. Miss Helen M. Wins- 
low, in her book, " Concerning Cats," says, " Carbolic 
acid has a particularly bad effect on cats, and should 
never be used around them in any way. Cats have been 
known to die of paralysis brought on by the use of car- 
bolic soap." " A bath in carbolic acid though well 
diluted," says Dr. Mayhew, " often has a bad effect, 
even though the dog has not been allowed to lick him- 



428 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

self, as it becomes absorbed into the system by the 
skin." 

What shall he eat? " Change is at the foundation of 
life itself," says Professor Mills, " and must be recog- 
nized by all who would understand the management of 
dogs." Most persons advocate two meals each day, 
morning and night, especially for small dogs, and vari- 
ety in these is as necessary as for people. Professor 
Mills says, " To feed a dog but once a day during the 
severe weather seems little short of cruelty in the larger 
proportion of cases." He thinks beef and mutton the 
best meat for dogs, well-cooked, as half-cooked food 
destroys the stomach as easily as in man. Raw flesh, at 
long intervals, in small quantities, acts as a tonic. Dog 
biscuits are recommended for some meals, especially in 
the morning, not by any means constantly, although so 
advertised, and soup with vegetables and meat, or 
bread, or rice, and now and then bread and milk. Dr. 
Hill says an animal should eat until he is satisfied, un- 
less he has been previously starved. Cats are very fond 
of vegetables and should be given corn, asparagus, and 
the like, often. Dr. Mayhew says the meat should be 
cooked fresh every day, as " nothing upsets a dog 
more than stale food," and that boiled fish, the bones 
having been removed, is good for both dogs and cats. 
All their dishes should be kept scrupulously clean, both 
for drinking and eating. 

While overfeeding and lack of exercise will produce 
skin disease, says Dr. Mayhew, the same is produced by 
" improper feeding, such as keeping a dog on a milk 
and oatmeal diet, or debarring him entirely from meat." 
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How to Care for Animals 429 

Harrison Weir, the noted artist. A lady who has 
large cat kennels at South Weymouth, Massachusetts, 
gives bread and milk in the morning, meat with oatmea. 
and gravy at noon, and warm milk at night. Raw 
meat occasionally does not harm cats any more than 
mice for food, but is not good for kittens. Miss Wins- 
low suggests that cats like butter, and a half-teaspoon 
ful now and then is good for them. 

Mr. Al. G. Eberhart, who has large kennels at Cin- 
cinnati, Ohio, feeds his dogs biscuit in the morning, gen^ 
erally, and beef and mutton at five o'clock, cut fine in 
a large sausage machine. After the supper the dogs 
have bones, but not before, as contrary to the belief of 
some economical persons, dogs and cats cannot live 
on bones. All dogs must be able to find and eat grass 
occasionally. It is as necessary as catnip to keep cats 
in health. " Puppies," says Dr. Mayhew, " before 
six weeks of age, should be fed five times a day, and 
afterwards four times during the twenty-four hours 
until three or four months old, and then until six 
months of age thrice daily." The milk should be boiled 
or scalded, or lime water used with it, and often 
thickened with rice or bread or oatmeal. Soup with 
vegetables, carrots, turnips, potatoes, beets, etc., is a 
nourishing change for them. Sometimes a little finely- 
cut cooked meat is added. For toy dogs eggs are 
useful instead of too much meat. Soft-boiled eggs are 
excellent for cats. 

Give plenty of water. Dr. Hill says, " There are 
few animals to which the denial of water is felt to a 
greater degree than the dog." A bowl of water, al- 
ways clean, must be kept night and day where they 



430 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

can at any time obtain it. I know several good women 
who keep water in buckets or pans or earthen jars, 
and food also, that stray animals may have the drink 
which they crave, and cannot always obtain. All drink- 
ing fountains for people, should have a side cup for 
dogs. The amount of water which they need is sur- 
prising. 

Where shall they sleep? " If you have only one or 
two dogs," says Mr. Eberhart, " your own house is 
none too good or suitable a place for them to sleep at 
night, and their access to the house during the day is 
all right, for a thoroughly \vell-b6haved dog is a most 
desirable companion to have around for company, and 
especially at night, for any dog is liable to prove of 
great value or assistance in case of burglars or unwel- 
come visitors." Where people are so neat that they 
cannot have a dog in the house, one may be sure that 
such persons are not Sir Walter Scotts, or Bismarcks, 
or Sir Edwin Landseers or Queen Victorias, who all 
have kept dogs in their homes. 

I have known professedly Christian people who put 
a dog or a cat out of doors at night in the winter, 
trusting that Providence will direct them to some- 
body's shed or barn, even if there is not such a building 
within half a mile. In summer nights cats are put out 
to be devoured by dogs, sensible women even asserting 
that a cat can take care of herself, which is not true. 
The number of cats killed by dogs proves that this 
remark is made simply to ease our consciences. I have 
known a lady in a large city solemnly assert that a cat 
would run up a tree and save herself, when there were 
only brick walls and stone pavements about her, and 



How to Care for Animals 



43 1 



no tree within two or three miles. Any cat can be 
kept neat by providing her with a tin pan of sawdust 
or sand changed daily; not a wooden box, as wood 
absorbs moisture. " All this is too much care," says 
someone. Those persons who wish to lead a selfish 
life, shirk responsibility, and avoid care, are scarcely 
fitted for this earth of ours. 

Some persons profess to be so neat that they would 
not allow a cat to sleep in the same room with them. 
Miss Winslow tells of her affectionate cat, " Pretty 
Lady," who " kept her kitten in the lower drawer of 
my bureau. When he was large enough, she removed 
him to the foot of the bed, where for a week or two 
her maternal solicitude and sociable habits of nocturnal 
conversation with her progeny interfered seriously with 
my night's rest. . . For years the ' Pretty Lady ' 
ate with us at the table. Her chair was placed next to 
mine, and no matter where she was or how soundly 
she had been sleeping, when the dinner bell rang she 
was the first to get to her seat, where she sat patiently 
until I fixed a dainty meal in a saucer and placed it on 
the chair beside her, when she ate it in the same well- 
bred way she did everything." 

Miss Winslow insists that all the kittens at birth 
should never be taken from the mother, " as the cat is 
pretty sure to have milk fever," and often dies from it. 

We put dogs in basements to sleep, and then wonder 
why they have rheumatism. Or, we build a thin 
kennel, perhaps open to the north, scarcely large enough 
for him to turn around in, without straw or other bed- 
ding, and while he shivers, we sleep under warm blan- 
kets, in a good-sized room, and feel grateful perchance 



432 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

for our blessings, forgetting that we are to care for 
God's creatures. I have seen St. Bernard dogs in such 
kennels in America, the excuse being made that their 
native land was a cold one. Such people seem not to 
know that animals in Switzerland are usually housed 
with the peasants themselves, a portion of the house 
being used for a stable. The monks at the St. Bernard 
Pass always keep these life-saving dogs in their own 
warm house, cared for like children. 

If a dog has a kennel, " for a good-sized dog," says 
Dr. Mayhew, " the covered house should be five feet 
wide and eight feet deep, the roof sloping from nine 
feet at the back to seven feet in front, and a window 
situated at the top of the back of the kennel, swung at 
the bottom so that the kennel can be well ventilated 
and the dog not be in a draught." The kennel should 
be light, with windows, a door to keep out the cold, 
and plenty of straw, into which the dog can make a 
hole for himself, and thus keep warm. The kennel 
should, if possible, be open toward the south, for dogs, 
as well as people, cannot be healthy without the warmth 
and light of the sun. " A dark kennel," says Professor 
Mills, " is a wretched dog prison, unfavorable alike to 
health and canine happiness. The walls should be 
thick, filled between the boards with sawdust, and cov- 
ered with tar paper within." 

Cats and dogs to be healthy must have pure air and 
plenty of it. Bad air soon produces disease. Professor 
Mills urges that all places where animals live or sleep 
" be aired several times a day when the animals are 
out, by the doors and windows. . . Apart from the 
vitiation of the -atmosphere (by their pans of dirt or 



How to Care for Animals 433 

sawdust) there is that more fatal poisoning that arises 
through emanations from the lungs and skin of the 
animals." The kennel should be elevated above the 
ground, so that dampness will be impossible. 

A noble friend of mine, one of the neatest house- 
keepers I have ever seen, provided a mattress in the 
house for her Great Dane dog, and was an example to 
her neighbors in many other ways. She has now gone 
to her reward, I doubt not a very happy one. Bed-ticks 
filled with straw keep animals from cold, and are easily 
made at little cost or trouble. 

Common remedies for disease. Medicine can easily 
be given by pulling out the loose flesh or cheek from 
the mouth of a dog, so that a little funnel is formed, 
into which pour the liquid, with a spoon. As a rule, 
the less medicine given the better. If a dog or cat is 
very ill, a veterinarian should be called, for we ought 
not to consider it a waste of money, to spend for the 
dumb creatures who love' us, or indeed for anything 
that is suffering, and needs our care. Better go with- 
out some new article of clothing, and help the helpless. 

Strong medicines are probably not as much used for 
man or beast as formerly. Dr. May hew says, " Mer- 
cury and its compounds are all very poisonous to dogs. 
Dogs take mercury even when given in small medicinal 
doses, very badly. A dose of calomel that would be 
beneficial to a person would in many cases make a dog 
very ill, and perhaps prove fatal." Many veterinarians 
will not give calomel in any case. Professor Mills 
says, " Dogs are peculiarly liable to be salivated, or 
even fatally poisoned, by a comparatively small dose 
of calomel, or mercury in other form, . . . nor 



434 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

is it safe to use, in most cases, mercurial ointments." 
Turpentine is also dangerous for dogs. Youatt says, 
" The common mercurial ointment is now compara- 
tively little used. It has given way to the different 
preparations of iodine." " The tincture of iodine is 
often used to remove tumors or swellings," says Dr. 
Mayhew. " It seldom has any beneficial results, ex- 
cept in cases of goitre, when it is sometimes useful," 
but even then, he says, if used too long or over too 
large a space, it poisons the dog by absorption through 
the skin, and severe constitutional disturbance results. 
Fleas. I have known cats and dogs to be killed by 
their owners either because they could not or would 
not take the trouble to rid their animals of these pests. 
A good washing with some safe disinfectant used in 
small quantities, or safer still without any, will so 
nearly kill them, that they can be easily crushed be- 
tween the thumb nails. " There are many powerful 
drugs recommended by different writers," says Dr. 
Mayhew, " but though all of them are sufficiently po- 
tent to annihilate the' parasite, most of them are also 
strong enough to kill the dog." He says, " A little 
powdered camphor rubbed into the coat will mostly 
abate and often eradicate the nuisance." T have seen 
the beautiful black coat of a dog turned to a dirty 
brown by the use of coal oil, cats killed by carbolic acid 
solutions, and kittens killed by Persian insect powder, 
which seems generally to do no harm if applied only to 
a portion of the body and well shaken out of the fur. 
Professor Mills says, " Nothing but watchfulness and 
work " will keep an animal free from these pests, 
which fortunately never pass from them to a human 



How to Care for Animals 435 

being. The condition of some dogs and cats made thin 
and wretched by vermin, is a great discredit to their 
owners. A red cedar box to lie in or sleep in is said 
to be a preventive from fleas, as they detest this wood. 

A lady suggests that one drop of pennyroyal rubbed 
in the fur, or a string dipped in the pennyroyal extract 
and tied about the cat's body will drive away fleas. 

Worms. Dr. Plageman says, " Worms and distem- 
per kill more young dogs than all the other diseases 
put together." He thinks ninety per cent, of all pup- 
pies are infested with parasites, and it is probably the 
same with kittens. Worms cause fits, colic, vomiting, 
coughing, etc. 

Simple and useful remedies are, a quarter to half a 
teaspoonful of powdered charcoal in the milk, or food, 
once or twice a day, occasionally; a little powdered 
sulphur now and then smeared on the forepaws with 
lard for a cat, or in milk for a dog; a little wormwood 
tea mixed in the milk; or " tea made from hulled pump- 
kin or squash seeds, stewed to a pulp and the fluid 
poured off, given in teaspoonful doses," says Professor 
Mills. 

Some doctors recommend from half a grain to a 
grain of santonine in a teaspoonful of castor oil, in 
the morning, half an hour before eating, two or three 
times a week. For a fox terrier, five or six weeks old, 
Professor Mayhew says, give half a grain in a tea- 
spoonful of castor oil; for collie, same age, three- 
fourths of a grain; for a St. Bernard, same age, one 
grain. Professor Mills recommends areca (betel) 
nut, freshly ground, one grain to the pound weight of 
the animal, not to be given to a dog under five or six 



436 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

weeks old. The danger always is that the dose of 
medicine will be too large. Better use half the quan- 
tity suggested than an overdose. Authorities differ 
about areca nut, as about other medicines, some claim- 
ing that it is harmless, others that it makes the animal 
sick, is dangerous, and never to be given. It must be 
used with castor oil. 

Fits. These are convulsive movements of the body 
caused by worms, sudden fear, undue excitement, over- 
heating, indigestion, constipation, distemper, exhaus- 
tion from nursing their young, and sometimes from 
overfeeding of meat to young animals. Miss Winslow 
says, " Half the fits which cats have are caused by indi- 
gestion. In all cases their meat should be cut fine." I 
once had a large pet cat who always enjoyed walks 
with me and my dogs. I soon found that if the walk 
was extended beyond a short distance, the cat fell on 
his side and twitched convulsively while foam covered 
his mouth. The natural thing is for the animal, half- 
frenzied, to run away the moment it partially recovers, 
and perhaps never return. I always took the cat at 
once in my arms, put a little cold water on his head as 
soon as possible never plunge an animal into cold 
water soothed him with kind words, wrapped him in 
a warm shawl, as the fit lessens the vitality, placed him 
in a quiet, darkened room, and let him sleep for some 
hours. There is little danger of being bitten, and if 
so the bite is not poisonous. I have seen women put a 
little cat out of doors on a winter's night because it 
had a fit, an inhuman thing to do, or run away from 
it in fright, as though a poor helpless creature could 
bring harm to any one. 



How to Care for Animals 437 

Dogs are often subject to fits, and if on the street, the 
cry of " mad dog " is usually raised, and the innocent 
creature is run after by a crowd, and shot by some 
unskilled policeman. " During the fit nothing can 
usually be done but to prevent the animal injuring him- 
self as far as possible, and from escaping when deranged 
mentally," says Professor Mills. 

A very simple remedy for fits given in Pets and Ani- 
mals for September, 1900, is to smear a teaspoon ful 
of castor oil on a cat's forepaws, and he will lick it off, 
and be purged thereby. The same paper says of hydro- 
phobia, that men who have cared for dogs for years 
have not known a single case, the real trouble being 
worms, apoplexy, neuralgia, or the like. " It is a 
known fact among these men that a good dose of castor 
oil will cure a large per cent, of ' hydrophobia ' cases." 
In chronic cases of epilepsy or fits, both Dr. Mayhew 
and Professor Mills suggest bromide of potassium, the 
daily dose from two to eight grains given in water, 
according to the size of the animal. One grain may be 
given to a cat. A lady cures her cat by putting one- 
half a teaspoonful of bromide of potassium in a half 
glass of water, and giving a teaspoonful of the mixture 
once an hour. She thinks a pinch of sulphur in milk 
" a sovereign remedy for all of pussy's ailments." 

Mange. What passes for mange or dog itch is quite 
often eczema, which is very common, and requires a 
long time to cure. It is a skin disease caused usually 
by overfeeding or underfeeding. ' The half-starved 
dog is very liable to eczema," says Professor Mills. 
Mange is contagious, but Dr. Mayhew says that it has 
not been proved that dogs can give it to cats, or other 



438 Our Devoted Friend, The Dog 

animals. Eczema, sometimes called red mange, is not 
contagious. The blood must be purified. Epsom salts 
once a week, with a little ginger or sugar added, or 
sulphur, will be found helpful. Soothing and cooling 
lotions may be applied; a little sodium carbonate (wash- 
ing soda) in the water with which the parts are bathed. 
Dr. Mayhew says, " The treatment of mange consists 
in applying agents to destroy the parasite, and the only 
remedy in my opinion worth mentioning is sulphur, 
mixed with some excipient, as lard, vaseline, or oil, one 
part sulphur to eight parts vaseline, to make it more 
easily applied to the skin. The sulphur treatment is 
most effective; and however much the dog licks the 
dressing it does no harm beyond acting as a slight 
purge. 

' There are numerous other remedies recommended 
for the cure of this disease, such as the different prepara- 
tions of mercury, which I never use or recommend, as 
they are very poisonous ; also the different preparations 
of tar and its products, as carbolic acid (also very poi- 
sonous for dogs), oil of tar, etc. . . For short 
coated dogs I always use the ointment made with vase- 
line, as it is more easily worked into the skin, besides 
being, in my opinion, more easily absorbed than when 
made with lard. For dogs with long thick coats the 
sulphur is best mixed with vegetable oil. The dressing 
should be used every other day for a week; then, after 
a couple of days or so, the dog should be thoroughly 
washed, as the skin cannot perform its proper functions 
when filled with oil continuously." For dogs kept in 
the house, he says, Balsam of Peru may be mixed with 
the sulphur instead of the vaseline, as it is free from 



How to Care for Animals 439 

grease. I know a lady whose cat, when seemingly 
past help, was completely cured by sulphur and lard 
rubbed on the diseased spots. 

Dr. Hill uses for eczema a liniment composed of 
oxide of zinc, odorless petroleum oil, a little oil of tar 
and sulphur; or oxide of zinc and olive oil each one- 
half ounce; or arnica tincture two drams with rose- 
water seven ounces, the latter applied two or three 
times a day. 

Mrs. Mary O. Elster, after washing a dog with cas- 
tile soap, used an ointment which she wrote me is good 
" on all sores and mangy spots. Take fourteen ounces 
of vaseline, one ounce zinc (chemically pure), about a 
teaspoonful of pine tar and a little mutton tallow. 
Warm them all together until thoroughly mixed. It 
is fine for man or beast." 

Diarrhoea. Professor Mills recommends a dose of 
castor oil. Dr. Hill says, " The treatment of diar- 
rhcea in its early stages is exceedingly simple. A mild 
dose of castor oil to remove the irritant, and bland 
mucilaginous food, without solids will generally effect 
a cure, or mutton broth thickened with rice, or barley 
water." Miss Winslow says, " put the cat in a warm 
room, give a scant half teaspoonful of castor oil, and 
six or eight hours afterwards repeat the dose, with two 
drops of laudanum added to it. Follow up this treat- 
ment with a teaspoonful, three times a day, of chalk 
mixture, with half a drop of laudanum in each dose." 

Distemper. This is a contagious disease somewhat 
like influenza, found especially among young dogs. It 
is known usually by a watery discharge from eyes and 
nose, coughing, vomiting, diarrhoea, loss of appetite an<i 



44 O ur Devoted Friend, The Dog 

prostration. The twitching of chorea, St. Vitus's 
dance, which sometimes follows, is due to the effects 
of the poison on the nervous system, and from this a 
dog is not likely to recover. A pretty black spaniel 
given to me because its owner could not pay the tax, 
after the tenderest care from the family and a veterina- 
rian, eyes and nose sponged in tepid water, feeding 
of beef tea, eggs, and finely-cut raw beef, died of this 
dreaded disease. It is best to give a simple remedy like 
sulphur or castor oil, keep the dog warm and dry, and 
properly nourished, and call a doctor to your aid if 
careful nursing does not answer. 

Poison. When it is probable that a dog has been 
poisoned, a drug store or a physician may not be at 
hand. Some of the simple remedies may save a dog. 
If strychnine has been given him, which may not take 
effect for nearly an hour, he has convulsions, the limbs 
are stiff, the fore ones thrown forward and the hind 
ones backward. After this spasm he sighs and pants, 
and then has other convulsions. An emetic must be 
given at once; from a teaspoonful to a tablespoonful of 
salt in warm water, or mustard in warm water, or salt 
and mustard in water, baking soda in water, melted 
lard or butter with or without a spoonful of mustard, 
boiled milk and flour, or milk with the beaten white of 
eggs, or a quantity of warm milk. 

Two other diseases have nearly the same symptoms 
as strychnine poisoning, epilepsy and parturient eclamp- 
sia, the latter being convulsions when nursing their 
young. A much-prized black cat of mine died after 
her four black kittens were three days old, falling on 
her side, and panting, till death ended her suffering. 




f. BOSTON TERRIER, ESCAPE, prize winner, owned by Mr. A. M. 
Sherwood, Joliet, III. 2. NIG, KING CHARLKS SPANIEL, owned 
by Mr. Walter Reppert, Darlington, Iowa. 3. AMERICAN BLOOD- 
HOUND PUPPY, owned by Mr. H. M. Ramsay, Houston, Texas. 
4. WILLOUGHBY PUG, TRIP, a prize winner, owned by Miss Ella 
E Noble, Santa Barbara, Cal. 



How to Care for Animals 441 

Arsenic, or " Rough on Rats," which is mostly ar- 
senic, produces violent sickness, vomiting marked with 
blood, labored breathing, and sometimes convulsions. 
I knew a valuable St. Bernard poisoned by being in a 
field where Paris Green (arsenic) had been distributed 
to kill potato bugs. Salt and water is the handiest 
emetic, or those given above, or magnesia or lime water, 
or powdered charcoal. 

Professor Mills says, " Bromide of potassium and 
chloral hydrate are the best physiological antidotes in 
strychnine poisoning. Either may be given in twenty- 
grain doses (some doctors say from five to ten grains 
only, and inject under the skin), and if they cannot be 
administered by the mouth or retained in the stomach, 
they should be injected in solution in only a small quan- 
tity of water. . . Hypodermic injections of chloral 
are valuable," ten-grain doses in water every twenty 
minutes, for an hour or two. 

" The best antidote for arsenic," says Professor 
Mills, " is the hydrated oxide of iron, which can be 
quickly prepared by adding baking soda or washing 
soda to diluted tincture of iron so long as there is any 
effervescence, that is, till the neutral point is reached. 
This may be given freely, from a teaspoonful to a 
tablespoonful every ten or fifteen minutes. When the 
animal's strength is failing, aromatic spirits of ammo- 
nia, carbonate of ammonium, or alcohol in repeated 
dose by mouth or rectum are demanded. . . In case of 
stings the best application is warm water and ammonia." 

In wounds witch hazel or arnica will take out sore- 
ness, and iodoform will heal quickly, but is poisonous 
if licked by the animal. 



CHAPTER XIX 
Our Duty to Animals 

IT is only a few years comparatively since we recog- 
nized the duty of caring for a homeless child by 
orphan asylums, or the aged poor by institu- 
tions. A similar duty confronts us in the care of 
homeless animals. To see a stray or hungry cat or dog 
on the street and pay no attention to it, is not at all 
in accordance with the spirit of the Christian religion, 
or the growing humanity of the age. 

We are not made to live idly, with our houses too 
good to shelter animals, or our time too precious to 
spend in caring for poor creatures in the world, and 
depending upon us,. Because a cat or dog does not 
belong to us, we are not thereby excused from our duty 
in giving it food and shelter. Because we do not want 
care, and do not like to give food to the hungry and 
destitute, is no reason why we should not do so. We 
do not live to do as we like, but as we ought. There is 
no true living or happiness that has not duty for the 
foundation stone. 

Parents cannot be excused for allowing their chil- 
dren to torment dogs and roughly handle kittens on 
the plea that " the child enjoys it." They are thus fit- 
ting them for a heartless life, and a cruelty that will 
probably meet its just reward. 

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Our Duty to Animals 443 

A woman it does not seem possible that a mother 
could do such a thing paid a boy to dispose of some 
kittens a few weeks old. He buried them alive, the 
earth being so shallow over them that they were found 
the next day not quite dead. My sister found a beauti- 
ful Maltese kitten put on the car tracks to be killed, 
because a mother had told her little boy and girl to do it. 
Men and women professing Christianity will drop cats 
in a strange neighborhood, never stopping to realize 
that they probably will be abused, or starve; or they 
will spend the summer at the seashore, and leave cats 
to die of starvation in the snows of a New England 
winter, or to perish with hunger on the hot pavements 
of a city in summer during their absence. 

We can afford good clothes and food for ourselves, 
and begrudge the food and care given to a homeless 
animal. We know there are homeless dogs and cats 
in our neighborhood and we do not take them in. 

Miss Winslow says, " In Geneva cats prowl about the 
street like dogs at Constantinople. The people charge 
themselves with their maintenance, and feed the cats 
who come to their doors at the same hour every day 
for their meals." Are we in America less Christian, 
and less humane than the people of the Old World ? 

I am sorry for the child that is brought up without a 
pet, or having one is not taught by its mother to be 
gentle and tender. " I was never allowed to have a 
dog in my boyhood," said a man to me, " because his 
feet soiled the porches, and I have regretted it all my 
life. My child shall have one." We are always saying 
that we prefer to help children and human beings, but 
those who help animals are the ones who help children 



444 Our Deyoted Friend, The Dog 

and the aged. We excuse ourselves to our own con- 
science, but not to our Maker. 

If we see a horse overloaded, or with sore shoulders, 
or abused, we should not hesitate to interfere. Often 
a little money is wisely given when we urge a driver 
to take off a part of his load or combine his team with 
another. Sometimes a driver works hard as well as 
his horses, and is encouraged by a little gift, while he 
learns a lesson of kindness at the same time. It is 
astonishing how some well-to-do people, even profess- 
ing Christians, will sell for a pittance an animal which 
has served them faithfully, rather than to feed and care 
for it as long as it lives. 

Humane Societies are growing, and we ought to 
encourage them by our sympathy and our money. Our 
churches and our Christian Endeavor Societies will do 
more in the future for the animal world than in the past. 
We shall have Hospitals for the sick and Homes for the 
homeless, not where they may be killed, but kept, and 
provided as far as possible, with homes among those 
who should do their part of the world's work. Who 
gave us the right to kill that which we do not wish to 
care for ? China once took that right with her female 
children, and India with her young widows on the 
funeral pile, but a higher civilization has prohibited it. 

It is only a short time ago, 181 1, when Lord Erskine 
in the House of Lords advocated justice by law to the 
lower animals, and was greeted with insult and derision. 
Sometime, we shall erase from our statute books our 
cruel laws. Sometime, we shall pay back a trifle of the 
great debt we owe for the love 1 and protection given us 
by our speechless ones. j , s)JL.t M 1