The morning times., 1896-11-29
Sir Waller Scott Ad0rsd by
Horses and Dogs.
PIG THATFoLLoWED HIM
Great Writer Fed His Horses
With His Own Hand
His Famous Dogs.
BY LUCY FRENCH. .

camp and Nadia; iIsieed, i'm his own life
''lhe Maida SO often had his portrait paint
Gu Win ms great master that at last
ne got SO he would get up and stalk out of
the room at sight OF u man getting out
brushes or setting up an easel, SO tired had
he so'teh OF posing. But Scott had a Won
dertul power over all kinds OF animals.
and number of friends among them less
famous Than his deer hounds, that are well
worth remembering.
AT Abbotsrord there was certain black
pig Who fell in love with him for no reason
pue because he did. Scott never pcttcti or
Noticed piggy, but whenever he could yet at
uih piggy was at the masters heels. II
he could get out OF his pen he would trot
after Sir Walter Just as the dogs did.
When strange visitors saw this queer
sight IL seemed to embarrass IS Scott 4 little;
he would laugh and say the pig was daft
and have him smut up. But Won may he
sure all the time he had Il soft spot in his
heart for the little black porker, for lie
did lie no. have soft spot for everything
that breathed around him? The pig Was
ho' thS oiiS tdSe al love IL. Tor
one year hen set up similar pretensions
TO sentimental attachment, and follow ed
the poet about in Similar fashion. Also
two donkeys who belonged to his married
daughter Would come running to the fence
" hen they saw him going by their field.
though he had never had anything to DO
With them, beyond meeting such advances
rs this With decent friendliness.
Carlyle used to tell how when h e was first
married and went To live in Edinburgh he
used TO take little dog CT lis wife's
out airing in the streets. 1t was most
SHY, timid little dog, afraid of everybody
but his own family, and could he trusted to
I" keep close 10 heel without lash, but one
day he disappeared, and Carlyle, looking
about diStractedly for him, saw him al Ia st
joyously following and capering about the
feet OF a big lame man, who had not
noticed him al all. The big lame man was
Scott. Doggie had never seen him before,
but like piggy, had just fallen in love with
him on sight.
Scott loved horses, and his children, al
most as soon as they could tOddlc, We're
provided with ponies, and sCmc of these
ponies were little Silctlands that We're
SCdEStlN blSEtl tudu lit SItdb
and like tue dogs they would trot into the
house and be fed from the table by the chill.
dren as they ate their own meals.
Scott, himself, even after lie became
Sir Walter, aud a rich and famous man
was in the habit of feeding his own IA
vorite riding horses, and he had three "a.
different tiHes,, Captain. Lieutenant and
Brown Adam, who wopld skip meal
rather than eat what any other person
had given them. The first thing in the
morning with Scott was to go as soon as
he was dressed, aud, us he. said, speak
TO the horses" Brown Adam was a very
high-spirited animal, but when he was
saddled and bridled. it was the custom
10 open the stable door as a signal that
his master expected him. and then he
would at once trotsto the lcaping- -on-stone.
as the Scotch call it, and stand there like a
rock till his lame master was in the saddle
After Scott owned him Brown Adam never
allowed anyone else To Mount him. and on,
groom had "a leg brokenand another an arm
trying it,
Scott had another charger equally ex-
elusive and devoted, but his story had a
strange ending that Scott always spoke of
W it'll real sadness. Thissteed had a quecrly
feminine name for he was called DniSy-
perhaps this was because he was such "A
beauty. He was snow white without a
Scott described by saying it was ike those
Rubens loved to paint. Daisy was like
Brown Adam in standing so scrupulously
still for Scott to mount that it seemed clear
he understood that his masters lamcness
made good conduct especially necessary,
In 1915 Scott made Il journey to visit
the scene of the battle OF Waterloo and
was gone several weeks. When he came
home a mysterious change had come over
the spirit of Daisy's dream. He was not
friendly when Scott came to the stable
to speak to him, and when it cane to
he would not be mounted,
and that was all there was about it,
Scott was thrown several times in trying
t. He could not guess what he had done
10 offend Daisy, but lie tried for weeks TO
make up the quarrel, but it was no use;
Daisy would neither forget nor forgive,
and at last he was sold, and Scott was sad
.Ay, ay," he would say in telling the story,
these creatures have many thoughts of
their ow II, no doubt, that we can never pen
etratc.''
All kinds of pets pleased Sir Walter
though he loved his dogs so much that
ne kept window open in all kinds of
weather that they might run in and out
1f his study as they pleased. He could
love cats, too, and he had one.
Hinse of Hinsfeldt; that was great
ravorite. This big black fellow would go
walking with his master along with the
dogs, all parties on good terms, and would
chase hares, too, along with the best OF
them, though it is not told that he ever
caught any.
Ralph the Raven, was wonderful bird
that Scott owned and was very proud of.
He said Ralph could talk better than any
parrot he ever heard, and long after Ralph
died of overeating, stories about him were
told at Abbottsford. When Scott wanted
one of his friends to diet strictly for his
health he used sometimes to wind up
letters urging temperance in food by writ
Ing:
when you are craving,
Remember the Raven"
when you've dined on calf,
Think of poor Ralph
When he was an elderly man he told
q friend how he had been cruel to a dog
once when he was boy, and he said:
This memory has often given me the
bitterest remorse." He had seen dog
coming toward him and for no reason at
all, without thought, he picked up large
stone and threw and hit it. Nevertheless,
though the poor things leg was broken,
it crawled to his feet and licked them.
That, and the pain and shame it gave him,
taught the boy lesson that the great man
never forgot.
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