National opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1865-1874, 1873-11-14
The POliceman's Dog.

In the riots OF July, 1863, a patrol.
nan was carrying Sergeant Buckley,
sdly wounded, on a stretcher to the
pharles street police station. A black
rench poodle with stumpy tail followed
he stretcher into the station, and there.
ore became the pet Of the house,
Jim," as he was called. was supposed
b have belonged to some colored family
Fhich had fed from the city. The men
Gught him many tricks. At Ill call he
Invariably headed the platoon and tool
~ 4ssttaon NY 'tllo sergeant. lie wa
ausht to distinguish one baton from
mother, and as he liked to fetch and
parry. the officers let him bring their
|ocusts. Bets were once made by the
men that Jim could not distinguish
between n genuine officer and sham
Dne. Officer Wiseburn, 'Jim's warm
est friend, changed clothes with fire.
man, who, taking the locust in hand,
walked up and down the street. Jim
hoticed him, darted out of the station,
bnuffed at the clothes, sat down for a
moment, looked straight in the face Of
he disguised fireman, seeming puzzled,
|prang upon him, caught the club be-
ween his teeth, growled and pulled,
until the fireman allowed himself to be
ed into the station, where he dropped
he club. Jim carried it to Wise
burn, who was in the firemen's clothes.
Jims good nature won for him the
love OF all the children in the neighbor-
hood, and he became their playmate.
He knew his friends, and never failed
10 resent any injury. There we're two
butchers in the rear OF the stati on, one
o good Irishman, who kept in
the basement, the other German on
the avenue. For some time every morn
ling and evening he entered the stores
and invited the butchers to feed him.
The Irishman never failed to give him
q hearty meal. The German rarely gave
him morsel, and once drove him out
of the store. Many ladies knowing him
had been accustomed to allow him to
carry their baskets to market. Jim on
reaching the Irishman's store ran in,
his patronesses to follow
him thus materially adding to the Irish
Butchers trade.
Jim's jumping feats were 30 extraor.
dinary that the officers took a pride in
showing them of. One day, while he
was exhibiting to crowd OF admirers
|by jumping on pile of lumber, one OF
the heaviest boards tipped over and fell
upon him, breaking one OF his legs.
With howl of pain he hobbled Off to
Officer Wiseburn's post.
What's the matter, Jim?' asked
|Wiseburn.
The dog tried to show his broken leg.
Wiseburn, STOPPING, saw the nature of
inns injuries, and tenderly bore
Jim to the station. The police
urgeon pronounced Jim's wound
fatal, and advised his being shot.
|Wiseburn would not suffer this, so he
bandagea Jim's leg, put him into bas-
ket filed with soft hay and warm
clothes, tied him up, and cared for him
with tenderness which seemed to win
Jim's heart. II was many weeks before
he was allowed to walk out.
Two years after the accident, one
night as the officers were preparing to
go on patrol, they saw Jim in Charles
street, hobbling by the side of small
bulldog which he was supporting. Jim
had picked up dog that had been run
over. On reaching the station he
sought Wiseburn, who picked up the
dog and took care of hin.