The weekly Arizona miner., 1878-05-03
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Our faithful, appreciative and most excel. lent friend sPatn has vanished from among us. The tantalizing wag of a playful foot exciting his canine ire, be made frantic pretense of rushing at the offender, was pre- cipitafed from the bed to the floor, and when picked up, was found to be quite still and dead.
 Pat was not man, he. was not a boy, nor even girl; he was only very small, black and tan dog, with an expressive face, beauti- ful bright eyes, and most elegant tail. All though but four years of age he had trav- eled over half the land, usually on sapsssr in his own name, always adding, by his hab- its of observation, to his little stock of knowledge. Albeit his experiences were sometimes of an embarrassing character, as having been somewhat hotly discussed by the baggage-master on one or two occasions as belonging to his perquisites, ''Paf learned to keep watch and to creep under the friend ly folds of shawl at the approach. of the pirate, or when surprised, to rush furiously to the assault, believing in his heart of hearts that "Patn and his mistress held the balance of power snd the right of way without let or intolerance. But let who will, smile, we do aver that ePat's- sympa- hi4Co 0CAC AA4OAC tnon D0iAluBs HUI tHt-tn was to be found, no taint of selfshness. He recognized the cloud of sorrow, which anon will gather across every human horizon, even when no "bigger than ahand," and knotting his little brow till the brown spots above the eager and perplexed eyes almost over lapped each other, he would sit in most de- pressed attitude, looking up in the face and turning his head, first upon one side, and then upon the other, as if in very agony of dumb inquiry.
 "Pat's" friends were many, although among his own kind, there were occasional jealousies and signs of 'feeling." This un- popularity, however, mainly grew out of misunderstanding, .'Psty believing himself as large as the most plethoric among them, and they dissenting.
 But nice prosperous looking dog which would behave serenely and permit him to walk up and down and all around him, was in his eyes true man, and man who would kick his rubber ball was God. But his perennial: delight was in his daily drives, and at the sight of glove or the sound of "Topsy's" hoofs, his beautiful satin ears, "picked out" in brown, would keep time to the moment, until perched upon the contrasting white robes, he would sniff the air and laugh all over his beautiful bright face for actual joy.
 Alas! but the pattering foot-fall and the cheery presence arc but memories now, and we can only plant tree above him, what more, indeed, if the dust were human. It may be where he has gone there be heaps of rubber balls, and dogs are gloritied, who can telli In proportion as the doctrine of re-incarnafion is true, will be Pats advance in the scale of future being. If he has al- ready learned to surety that it is not all of death to die--he is wiser than we, and although unable to syllable our names here the welcome of our dear little friend in the green slopes of the perpetual "Park', of the Beyond will be none the less cordial be- cause he was only blaek-and-tan dog of the somewhat ignoble name of "Pat."
 A. NJ. F.