The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-09-26
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Jock, a Faithful and Devoted Dog, Given
Burial in a Cemetery.
New York World.
A yourg man, whose tip-tilted nose and chin,
immobility of expression and stereotyped dress
showed him to be o coachman, aEghted from the
1920 A. NJ. train at Poughkeepsie yesterday.
and presented a brass check to the baggage mas
ter. He claimed plain pine coffin shaped box.
about four feet long. Surprising that the box
contained a corpse the baggage-master in ac-
cordance with the rules of the railI oad inquired
the lame of ''the deceased" TO be entered on his
way-bilI.
'Oh, it is not body; it's only box" said the
coachman, as he carried the box to carriage in
which lady and gentleman were seated. at the
Main street entrance of the station platform
When ne had deposited his burden and mounted
to a seat beside the driver, the carriage was
driven towards the cemetery, nearly three miles
from the station. Mrs. Bacon. of No. Is East
Fiftythird street, the wife of Mr. Lathrop Ba-
con, the banker, Of No Broad street. we'll
known among society people in this city. For
thirteen years she was the happy possessor of q
beautiful and intelligent dog-a collie, with a
strain of Scotch stag hound blood-brought
from England, when a puppy, by her husband
No one who has any knowledge of the
qualities of either collie of a Scotch stag
hound. will be surprised to know that Mrs. Ba
con cherished strong affection for the faithful,
honest and affectionate beast The dogs name
was Jock, aud many stories told of his intel
WAS almost constant companion of Mrs Ba-
con in her walks Once he saved her from
drowning in the Hudson, and several times his
sagacity and watchfulness saved the house from
the depredations of burglars.
''My sister would not have taken $40. 900 for
that dog" said her brother Thomas Davis of
Poughkeepsie, yesterday. I'm fact, no amount
of money would have induced her to part with
him. She loved him as she might have loved a
child. To be sure he only dog; but many
human beings were less faithful and lovable"
When Jock fell i'll, a few weeks ago. Mrs. Ba-
con became very anxious about him. She sent
for her brother and implored him to spare neither
pains nor expense to save her pet A physician
was summoned and medicines administered, but
all In vain. When Jock died, Tuesday. Mrs
Bacon could not bear the idea of letting the
body of creature that had loved her so so long
be thrown into ash heap. A handsome
rosewood coffin, with handles of solid silver
and a plate of the metal bearing the
the dogs name and the date of his DEATH was
prepared by an uptown undertaken. and the
lifeless body of Jock tenderly laid to rest
in its satin lining. It was Mrs. Bacon's wish
that the coffin should be deposited IN the family
vault in the Poughkeepsie Cemetery; but some
of her relatives objected. So she purchased a
cemetery not likely to be required for other
burals. There the last of Jock was placed un-
der the sod yesterday. His body in the box
which the coachman received from the baggage
master. A small marble headstone will mark
the spot and commemorate the virtues of the
collie and the affection of his mistress