Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1871-05-17
FEW DOG STORIES.

was a Newfoundland. and the other was
a Mas,if They were both powerful
dogs; and though each was good nstnred
when alone. they were very much in the
habit of fighting when they met. One
day they had fierce and prolonged bat
tie on the pier. from the point of which
they both fell into the sea; and, as the
pier was long and steep. they had no
means of escape but by swimming long
distance. Throwing water upon fight
ing dogs is an approved means of put
ing an end TO their hostilities; and it is
natural to suppose that two combatauts
of the same species tumbling themselves
into the sea would have the same effect.
II had. aud each began to make for the
land as lac best could. The Newfound
land, being an excellent swimmer, speed
ily gained the pier, on which he stood
shaking himself. but at the same time
watching the motion of his late antagon
list. who, being no swimmer, was strug
Cling exhausted in the water. and just
about TO sink. In dashed the Nemfound.
land dog, took the other gently by the
collar, kept his head above water, and
brought him safely on shore. There was
peculiar kind of recognition between
the two animals; they never fought
again; they were always together; and
when the Newfoundland dog had been
accidentally killed by the passage of
stone wagon on the railway over him,
the other lsnguished aud evidently lam
enGed for long time.
1.-THE wisest dog ever had" said Sir
Walter Scott, was what is called the
bulldog TERROR. | taught him to under
stand a great many words, insomuch that
/ am positive that the communication
betwixt the canine species and ourselves
might be greatly enlarged Camp once
bit the baker, who was bringing bread
to the family. beat him, aud explain
ed the enormity of his offense; after
which, to the last moment of bis life, he
never heard the leas! a!usion TO the story,
in whatever voice or tone it was mention
cd, without getting up and retiring into
the darkest corner OF the room with great
appearance of distress. Then. if you
said the baker was well paid, or the bak
er was not hurt, aftcr all, Camp came
forth from bis hiding place, capered and
barked, and rejoiced. When he was un
able, toward the end of his life, to at
tend me when on horseback, he used to
watch for my return, and the servant
would tell him his master was coming
down the bill, or through the moor, and
although he did not use any gesture to
explain his meaning, Camp was never
known to mistake him, but either went
out at the front to 60 up hill, or at the
back to get down to the moor side.
A clergyman relates this amusing an
ecdote: I'm the front of Mr. SIS
house there was a parterre in which
were reared some beautiful flowers. -
The little children frcm some cottages in
the neighborhood were accustomed TO
steal in at the gate aud pluck the flowers,
to the great grief of Mr.. and Mrs. S..
One day little fellow was fusy at the
work. 'Blucher' fspied him, and with
bound was at bis side. Gently tossing
him down, and turning him on his face,
the hero seized the astonished depredator
by the clothes which covered his back
Then trOtting off with bin, be went out
at the gate, and passed along the high
way till he came to a shallow pool of
muddy water, into which he suddenly
dropped the delinquent. Making sure
that tie little fellow was ueither hort
nor likely to be drowned, 'Bacher' forth
with went quietly home. The tidings
spread among the children. and after
that memorable day not a flower was
ever touched"
81 have a poodle" SAYS an English
gentleman, switch conceived 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 cane 10 a
Tes:ing-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 incest pieces away
from him, without his ever making the
slightest resistance. The kitten died,
and was buried in the garden. NV
poor poodle showed the greatest grief,
would not touch food, and howled mourn
fully tho whole night long. What was
my astonishment when, the next morn
ing, he appeared carrying the kitten in
his mouth! He had scratched her gu;
of the ground, and it was only BY force
that we could take her away from him !"
Tenderest things are always deepest.
Those tears that fl.w most readily, co
piously, the rivers whereof are provided
10 order, are not deep. Don't You know,
down beneath the surface of the sea.