Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1878-06-05
Che family Circle.
Harry and His Hero.
BY HENRIETTA II. HOLDICH.


The incidents in the following story are
true. | am quite sure that you would have
liked Harry if you had known him, he was
such clever, Jolly little fellow, though he
certainly was no beauty. He was not a
boy, as you may suppose. Harry was only
dog-just the vulgar sort of little cur
that you may see trotting about the streets
any day; small dingy-white dog, with a
yellow spot upon his back, and tail as
curly as pigs. No, he certainly was no
beauty, but he had two sharp, inqustlve
eyes and us honest II little heart rs ever
beat under rough coat Harry was the
dog of an Irishman who lived in our
neighborhood, one Ned Mar. Now, Ned
had more children than he knew what to
do with, and poor little Harry found kicks
and cuffs much more plentiful than bones,
which is discoaraging for dog who Is
anxious to do his duty. So Harry fell into
the habit of wandering about the neighbour !
hood to see what he could pick up for him
self, and, us our house was nearest to his
own home, he often came to share Tips
plentiful meals. Tip was our dog, called
| Tippecanoe, after the celebrated battle,
and he was rs big as his name. Tip was
no vulgar cur, assure you, but great,
sagacious Newfoundland, n magnificent
fellow, with his black, glossy coat, his
white breast and paws, and his deep, soft
eyes Tip was II dog of culture too; had
been to II regular dog school, where he
had learned all manner of tricks and ac-
complishments, which, however, he was
too dignilied to practice often. Now, Har-
nv, though he was II regular little rustic,
was quite capable OF admiring superiority,
and Tip was too generous and hlgh-mlnd-
ed u dog to maltreat II little fellow not Il
: quarter of his size. So the two were soon
, on very cordial terms, and Til made Harry
welcome to any of his meals which the
I little fellow chose to snare. This IS the
way matters stood on II certain day when
poor Harry had the i'll luck to offend one
of the village dogs. How he offended him
is more than can tell you, for only dog
, can understand the insults of a dog. Fer
haps he called him n cat; think that
must be rs bad as calling boy Il girl,
, don't you? Harry was very plucky little
h fellow for his size; but what chance had
n he against dozen dogs, big and little, all
q of whom gathered to avenge their broth
n er's wrongs? Why, no chance ut all, OF
: course, and he was almost at his last gasl
:, when Tip came strolling that way, in Il
i leisurely manner, taking his morning con-
. stitulional. Dignified dog as Tip was. he
n was not above stopping and pricking NJ
p, his ears at the sight of IL dozen dogs, yelp-
- inc and snarling and tumbling one oven
p the other in the dust
v "A fightn' said Tip as he paused tc
. 3 look on. Foolish dog, all pitching il
. . to one another at any rate! Why-no
:, they're not, either They're all pitching
i into one dog and he's II little one, the COW.
p ards! They've got him down and-Oh,
a can't stand this, you know" And witt
n one stride Tip was in the midst of the row
~ growing out, " Hands off, in his mos
r threatening manner. 1t didn't take long
# to clear that spot, can tell you. At the
:, " first sight of Tips big white teeth every
!. dog of them was gone. scudding down the
~ road for dear life, all but the little fellow
& whom they had been pommeling.
w "Well, little fellow" began Tip, cheer
AZ " fully, when all of sudden his ton'
changed, and he recognized his littl'
friend: Why, declare! fit isn't 'Har
ry! How on earth did you ever get int
. such a fix as this? Come along, though
Il It's all right now. You are close to on
ne house. and we'll take care of you for tn
IN night"
It. And Tip stalked off majestcally towar
Up home, while Harry, bruised and battere
IN MS he was, hobbed ruefully after him
ne From that day Tip was Harry's hero. Ca
en- you wonder at it? What dog with spar
Sc of gratitude in his breast could help adol
wv ing the one who had saved his life? Tha
er was all very well and much TO Harry
ms credit, but still there were awkward fei
ey lures in the affair You see Tip was OF
OF dog and credit to the place; but Harr
be was Ned Mars dog-a dog very sultab
lot for an Irish howell, but hardly an ornamel
ler to gentleman's house. Harry did III
"o see that side of the case though. All Thu
ait he knew was that Tip was his benefacto
.he and that he could not live out of Tip
lie, sight 1t was the drollest thing in tt
,or world TO see the two dogs together, III
ly' big, dignified, and aristocratlc, lookir
ex- with sort of amused affection at his pl
us beian little companion VINO trotted by h
or side, trying his best to initiate his hero
de- dignifed gait and air.
'ad do wish you would keep that absu
'eu little dog of yours at home, Ned Mar" '
am said.
ow Sure. an that's jist what I'd like, y
ore honor; but the little haste won't stay
oil said Ned, scratching his head.
nat Tie him up. them" we suggested.
axe AN l will, yer honor" said N
nth cheerfully Sure, he's such wake lit
Don haste It won't take much of string to
'uG- him."
Harry was gone two hours; just t'
hours; and then
As Upon my word, there's that dog ba
, to again." said one of my family, looking c
nos Of the window.
it, Sure enough, there was Harry friski
about with delight as he told Tip of