Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1868-02-28

Nevertheless, Sandolet had dog who
answered TO the name of Capucin. Histo-
ry not having recorded why the name was
given hina in preference to any other, we
are Obliged to do as history has done.
Weary of fasting and waiting for the larks
to fall into his mouth ready to roast, San
dolet came to the logical conclusion that,
since he had dog, which dog helped him
to consume his revenue, it was only fair
that the said dog, for his part, should
render some service in return. To the
dogs collar he therefore fastened leather
purse, into which when he put letter,
Capucin carried 1t to its address. 1t was
some generous person of the old soldiers
acquaintance.
When the cupboard was bare, Sandolet
opened the door, and calling the dog, said
to him, "Come, Capucin, you see the
mon ami, and try what you can do"
At which Capucin mournfully bowed
his head, shook his ears, tucked his tail
between his legs, and began to bark-a
pantomime which, interpreted, said, 81
understand, Master is hungry, and so is his
dog"
The letter deposited in its receptacle,
Sandolet said, "Go to such or such a
place." The docile messenger obeyed,
and presented himself to the party indi-
Gated with humble and submissive air.
He then raised his head to show the letter.
Often, while waiting for the answer,
Capucin, to beguile the time, found his
way to the kitchen, where they rarely re-
fused him a morsel of meat. When at last
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of money, he returned TO his master as fast
as his legs could carry him, and would
contrive to make ten or twelve such visits
In the course of morning. The collec-
ton ended, the master and the dog en-
braced each other.
Sapdolet then made o grand display
upon the table of sig, twelve, and twenty
four sou pieces, and sometimes even of
three and six franc crowns-all Of which
now are obsolete-Capucin looking on
with an approving air. The veteran, slap
ping his wooden leg with his only hand,
my dog! You have brought me Balm of
Gilead this morning"
The rack was stored and the manger
filled with provisions for several days to
come.
But dogs will cater for friends of their
own species as well as for human prOteges.
A butcher and grazier, named Drouhin,
residing at Semur, is the owner of a capital
setter called Blaireau, e. badger. Blaireau,
very handsome and thorough bred, would
make first rate sporting dog; but his
master prefers to intrust him with the GUS
tody of beasts which he turns out to grass
and afterwards sells in the envirOns of
Paris. At sign from his master he sets
Off alone for the pasture where the bull
locks are grazing. On arriving, he first
runs quite round the meadow, then stops,
looks at the cattle, and seems to count
them. That done, he lies down at some
distance from them, but always in such a
way as to keep them in sight. At dusk,
Blaireau quits the pasture and 1eisurely
trots home again.
One day he found along the road an
other dog, of about his own size, who lay
behind bush utteriDg plaintiye cries.
Whether through curiosity or more be-
nevolent motive, Blaireau halted and ex-
amined the stranger, whom he found
quite worn out and frightfully thin, and
who had, moreover, q large wound in his
thigh, which appeared to have been made
by the blade of a scythe. The wound had
ceased to bleed, but it was covered with
clotted blood and caked over with dirt and
dust 1t had been inflicted three or four
days ago, and, q cording to all appear
ance, the poor creature during that time
had taken no nourishment whatever. He
evidently suffered quite as much from fa.
tigue and exhaustion as from the effects OF
the wound.
On seeing another dog approach him,
the invalid appeared to take courage and
revive. He probably had dragged himself
to that spot in order to die behind the
thicket; and now, when he believed him
self completely abandoned, there arrived
q friend, perhaps savior He fixed on
Blaireau supplicating look, and then,
with groan, presented his wounded limb,
as much as to say, Only see what pitia-
BILE state am in. Try what you can do
to help me, there's good fellow"
Blaireau in his way responded to the
appeal. He first smelt at the patients
wound, and then set to WORK to lick it.
Th3 operation finished, he tried to lead
his friend away. The poor creature could
just manage to stand, but walking was
quite out Of the question. After trying to
set step or two he fell back on the grass
with stihed groan. What was to be
done now? Blaireau seemed to reflect for
moment, and then set off for the town
as hard as he could go.
His first care on reaching his master
house was to visit'the spot where the re-
mains left. after meals were set apart tor his
use. That day there happened to be moth
ing, which was not enough, and Biaireau
was not the dog to be satisfied with that.
He therefore boldly entered the shop
where the butcher and his man were cut
ting up the meat for to morrow's sale.
He had formed his plan; to carry it
out he began by treating his master to an
extra allowance of extra-fond caresses
and as soon as he judged the moment pro-
pitious, he placed his two foreteet upon
the stall, selected piece of meat and took
possession OF it.
Blaireau, sir you rascally fellow n
said the butcher. viii you please TO
leave that meat alone9"
The dog, instead of running away like
an ordinary thief, humbly approached his
master, wagging his tail, and still holding
the meat in his mouth, seemed to be ask.
ing his permission TO Keep it.
"You are not squeamish, ma foiF' said
the butcher laughing, "to take slice OF
beefsteak that weighs five or six pounds.
The dog kept looking at his master, but
without losing his hold of the meat The
butcher then took it out of his mouth
and returned it to its place upon the stall
Bleareau gave q look of despair and turned
to the door with melancholy howl
"There is something strange in this,
said tine butcher to himself. sit is the first
time he has ever touched scrap of meat
in the shop He must have reason fol
doing it. | should like to find out" He
recalled the dog and gave him the meat il
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