The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1884-09-25

was eVlOcub Ho WAY diuublIlS Luem Dy
performing his various tricks, such as
sneezing, making bow; saying "Yes, !"
standing On alternate legs, &C., all of
which brought him bunoand tit-bits.
"Your dogs been 'avin' d blow out, !"
sailer said to me. II seed i'm eat the
the best 'alf Of a turkey, besides two
pork pies, and no end of Jumps Of sugar,
biscuits and buns"
soon stopped the performance, but
did not get away until I had told the
whole history Of the dog, his breed and
pedigree, and the points and character
istics, whims and oddities of Newfound-
lands, and about fifty anecdotes of dogs
in general-given kind of canine lee
ture, in fact. had become used to
the role of public platformist by this
time.
The dog slipped down that day to
dinner with the rest of us, and lay
down between a young German gentle
man and myself. The steward wished
to turn the dog out. I said, Certain
ly, by all MEANS" The great good
natured dog also said, Certainly, by
all MEANS" when the steward address
ed him, "but." the dog added, you'll
have to carry me-"
As the Newfoundland weighed over
nine stone, the steward permitted him
to remain. Then the German and
I got talking about the weather,
the ship, the sea, my country,
his country, history, poetry. music, and
painting. His English was very good
and his accent almost faultless, and his
conversational powers were great; but
though he could speak well, he could
also listen, and the earnest look, the
smile, or the occasional hearty though
we'll timed laugh, showed he possessed
soul that could appreciate originality
in others, in whatever form it came.
Before was an hour in this young Ger
mans company, had come to the con-
clusion that there were only two human
beings on board the steamer, and that
they were Hans Hegel and myself.
1 have reason to believe that Hegel
himself was much of the same opinion.
We stayed at the same hotel, and
next morning-and delightful morn
ing it was-as we sat together on the
pine-clad Lump, with the blue waters of
the Loeb shimmering in the sunshine
far beneath US, and on every side the
marvellous rocks and wondrous hills,
We agreed to travel in each others COM
pany for the next three weeks at least.
When I say that those three weeks
got extended to six, it will readily be
believed that we enjoyed ourselves thor
oughly. Of all romantic scenery it has
ever been my luck in life to gaze upon,
that of the Winged Isle" is by far and
away the most enchanting. See Skye
in summer and you will have something
to t.,ink about and dream about until
your dying day.
1 was somewhat proud to be able to
show my newly-found friend all the wild
beauties of the island, the mysterious
caves among its rocks, the frowning glo-
ries of its mountains, the sylvan sweet
ness that hovers dream-ike around bon
ME Armadale, and the awesome sublimi-
ties of lonely Coruishk. I know Skye
so we'll, and there is not glen, hill, a
bleak moorland or one mile of surf-tor-
mented beach, on which could not cause
to reappaer the heroes and heroines of a
bygone age. There was no attempt at
effect in anything I said; I told but
what l knew, I spoke but what felt,
and if I did sometimes warm to my SUBJ
ject or description, the warmth welled
right up from the bottom of my heart.
Every enjoyment must come to an end
at last. I got letter one morning-a
long white service envelope contained it
AI, Il Io1 hn
other side of the world.
We were reclining on a wild-thyme-
scented knoll not far from the edge of
a cliff, that went down sheer 500 feet
to the sea below. We could hear the
boulders laundering on the beach,
though we could not see them. Beyond
this was the Minch, faxed with foam
it was breezy day-and far away on the
horizon the blue outline of the Harris
hills.
"No," he said, in answer to ques-
ton of mine, eve will not hamper
each other with promise to CORES
pond. This world is full of sad
partings. We must bend to the in
evitable. I'll think Of you, though,
sometimes, and Syke, and this lovely
dog"
IT have one Of his puppies" said,
che shall be yours"
even the demon of civilized warfare had
been exercised at last by blood and taers,
and peace smiled sadly on the soil of
France once more.
I had been for short time attached
to corps of German dragons, in the
capacity of correspondent. But there
was little more for me to do now, only
think the officers, with whom had
got very friendly, wished me to see their
reception at home, and I could not re-
sist the temptation to march along with
them. I have often been "homeward
bound, but never saw before such genu-
inc happiness as I now did. How they
talked Of the mothers, wives, sweet
hearts, and little ones they were soon
again to see, and often too with a
sigh and manly tear or two
about the comrades they left be-
hind them under the green sod!
Our mess was very jolly one.
Sometimes at night the wind rose and
roared, causing our tent-we had a
tent then-to flap like sails in storm
at sea. Or the rain would beat against
it, until the canvas first sweated in
side. then dropped water, then ran
water, till we were drenched. But,
whether drenched or dry, we always
sang, oh ]! such rafting choruses. The
villages we passed through had all we
wanted to buy. The villagers often
scowled, and think they were usually
glad to see our backs. But some
fawned on us like whipped hounds for
the sake of the money we spent. Yet l
must say in justice that the Germans
took no unfair advantage, and if any
allusion was made to them as conquer
ors they laughed carelessly, muttered
something about the fortunes of war,
and changed the subject.
was riding along one morning early,
when saw several of our fellows on the
brow of hill looking back with some
degree of interest, but trotting on all
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