Connecticut western news., 1873-11-21
The POliceman's Dog.

In the riots of July, 1863, patrol
 man was carrying Sergeant Buckley,
 badly wounded, on stretcher to the
 Charles street police station. A black
 French poodle with stumpy tail followed
 the stretcher into the station, and there
 fore became the pet of the house.
 Jim, as he was called, was supposed
 to have belonged to some colored family
 which had fled from the city. The men
 taught him many tricks. At r oll call he invariably headed the platoon and took his position by Ethe sergeant. He was taught to distinguish one baton from another, and as he liked to fetch and carry. the officers let him bring their locusts. Bets were once made by the men that Jim could not distinguish between genuine officer and sham one. 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 noticed him, darted out of the station, snuffed at the clothes, sat down for moment, looked straight in the face of the disguised fireman, seeming puzzled, sprang upon him, caught the club be- tween his teeth, growled and pulled, until the fireman allowed himself to be led into the station, where he dropped the club. Jim carried it to Wise burn, who was in the firemen's clothes.
 J1m's 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 to resent any injury. There were two butchers in the rear of the station, one a good-hearted Irishman, who kept in the basement, the other 8 German on the avenue. For some time every morn ing and evening he entered the stores and invited the butchers to feed him, The Irishman never failed to give him 8 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, compelling his patronesses to follow him thus materially adding to the Irish butchers trade.
 J1m's jumping feats were so extraor- dinary that the officers took 8 pride in showing them off. 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.
 Whats the matter, Jim 9 asked Wiseburn.
 The dog tried to show his broken lee. Wiseburn, stepping, saw the nature of Jim's injuries, and tenderly bore him to the station. The police surgeon pronounced Jim's wound fatal, and advised his being shot. Wiseburn would not suffer this, so he bandaged Jim's leg, put him into 8 bas- ket filled with soft hay and warm tied him up, and cared for him with tenderness which seemed to win Jim's heart. It 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 wounded dog and took care of him.