The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1877-01-18


ed out: "My dog! my beautiful dog!
Will no one save him?'' But no one
seemed at all inclined to interfere, or to
risk his life for the ugly dog. At length
the Major called out: "I'll give ESQ
to any one who will save my dog" and
soon afterward a boat which lay at
some distance pulled up to the rescue.
Even then, however, it was only by
striking Captain on the head with the
oars that he could be forced to release
his victim, which was taken into the
boat quite senseless from exhaustion
and sutfocation, and was with difficulty
brought to itself again. Captain, on
the other hand, swan in triumph to the
shore, amid the plaudits of the specta-
tiers, who shared, in sympathy at least,
his well earned honors of revenge.
More remarkable than the sagacity in
carrying out the desire for revenge dis
played by the Newfoundland dog in the
| above case, is that which the following
narrative illustrates: A gentleman of
wealth and position in London had.
some years ago, country house and
farm about sixty miles from the me-
tropolis. At this country residence he
kept number of dogs, and among
them very large mastiff and Scotch
! terrier; and, at the close of one of his
summer residences in the country, he
resolved to bring his terrier with HIM
to London for the winter season. There
being no railway to that particular part
of the country, the dog travelled with
the servants In a post carriage, and on
his arrival at the town-house was
uoht out to the stable, where large
Newfoundland dog was kept as watch
dog. This latter individual looked with
any thing but pleasure on the arrival of
the little intruder from the country !;
and consequently the Scotch terrier
had not been very long in his new
home when this canine mas er of the
stable attacked him, and, in the
language of human beings, gave
him a sound thrashing. The little
animal could, of course, never hope by
himself to chastise his host for this in
hospitable welcome, but he determined
that by some agency chastisement
should come. Accordingly, he lay very
quiet that night in a remote corner of
the stable, but when morning had fully
shone forth he was nowhere to be found.
Search was made for him, as the phrase
says, high and low, but without sue
cess; and the conclusion reluctantly
arrived at was that he had been stolen.
On the third morning after his disap-
pearance, however, he again showed
himself in Londoa, but this time not
alone; for, to the amazement of every
one, he entered the stable attended by
the big mastiff from Kent. This great
brute had no sooner arrived than he
flew at the Newfoundland dog, who had
so badly treated his little terrier friend,
and a severe contest ensued, which the
little terrier himself, seated at short
distance, viewed with the utmost Dig
nifty and satisfaction. The result of the
cattle was, that the mastiff came off the
conqueror, and gave his opponent
tremendous beating. When he had
quite satisfied himself as to the result,
this great avenger from Kent
scarcely waited to receive the
recognition of his master, who had
been sent for Immediately on the dogs
arrival, but at once marched out of the
stable, to the door of which the little
terrier accompanied him, and was seen
no more. Some few days afterward,
however, the gentleman received let
ter from his steward in the country, in
forming him of the sudden appearance
of the terrier there, and his as sudden
disappearance along with the large
mastiff; and stating that the latter had
remained away three or four days, dur
ing which they had searched in vain
for him, but had just then returned
home again. 1t then, of course,
became quite clear that the little dog,
finding himself unable to punish the
town bully, had thought of his "big
brother" in the country, had travelled
over the 60 miles which separated
them, in order to gain his assistance,
and had recounted his grievance; it
was plain also that the mastiff had
consented to come and avenge his old
friend, had travelled with him to Lon
don, and, having fulfilled his promise,
had returned home, leaving the little
fellow free from annoyance in the fu-
ture.
The following well known story is a
strong example of the great intelligence
which may be developed in dog by
careful training: A fashionably dressed
English gentleman was one dav cross
ing one of the bridges over the Seine at
Paris, when he felt something knock
against his leg, and, looking down, he
found that small poodle-dog had
rubbed against him and covered his
boot with mud. He was, of course,
much annoyed, and execrated the little
brute pretty freely; but when he got to
the other side of the bridge he had his
boots cleaned ut stand for the pur-
nnsa and thnnoht M mora about Tho