The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1915-08-05


Scotland, the part that is now tn
Aslum district of that city, at tn,
junction of the George " Bridge anC
, Candlemaker's Row, stands a monu
ment to dog, a shaggy little Scotch
terrier. Grey Friar's Bobby is hi:
name, and the cabmen who drive the
tourist around the city never fail
to take them to see this fountain, on
the top of which sits the faithful lit
tie terrier, looking wistfully into the
Grey Friars kirkyard, just across the
street.
Bobby, who lived in the days of
Queen Victoria, belonged to a farmer,
the tenant of Cauldbrae Farm, but
early in his young puppyhood he had
attached himself to "Auld Jock" a
simple, lonely old fellow who worked
on the farm. And Jock, who mad
neither wife nor BARNS, welcomed the
affection of the canny little dog. Bob
by was canny, as canny as any dog
that ever lived. In vain did the farm
er's daughter try to win the affection
of the terrier, he stuck to Aud Jock.
One day woman of the neighborhood
came driving by Cauldbrae in her cart
and saw Bobby playing at Aud Jocks
heels. She took a fancy to the bonny
little fellow and gave the farmer a
5-pound note for him. But no sooner
had she started away with the dog
than he began barking and yelping,
and leaped out of the cart and went
flying down the road. The woman
laughed and went away without him.
AT the turn of the road she called
back to the farmer:
"Give him the name of Bobby, good
man. He's left the plowtail and is
off to Edinburgh to make his fame
and fortune" So ever after that the
little terrier was called Bobby, after
the beloved Bobby Burns, who also
had left the plowtail to make his fame
and fortune in Edinburgh.
One cold bleak November the farm
er drove the cart into Edinburgh on
market day, and when he returned he
left Aud Jock behind For the old
fellow was getting old, and there was
little need for him on the farm in
winter time. The farmer started back
with Bobby, but the little fellow wrig-
gled free and went scampering away
to find his master. He searched long
and anxiously, but finally found the
old fellow curled up in a wagon bed
in crevice between two buildings.
Bobby nosed him affectionately, but
Aud Jock only groaned. Bobby was
frightened and barked anxiously. A
cold rain was beating into the little
,revice and Jock shivered. He sat up,
yazed at the dog, and then fell into
itful sleep. Bobby curled up close
beside him and waited. But he was
ired after the long search for Jock
md he also was soon asleep.
1t was dark when the old man fin
lily awakened The rain still beat in /,
lpon him. He was cold and ill.
With Bobby's aid he managed to {
tagger to a foul den of thieves and q
'ogues in Cowgate, where he often |
lept when he stayed in the city over q
light. He sat down on the steps of /
his evil place and Bobby crawled into
lis arms and licked his face sympa-
Aud Jock stirred. He 4.
ooked at Bobby in a puzzled manner, :
or he knew full we'll the old shrew :
Who conducted this house would not ;,
permit the little terrier to enter. :
"Eh, laddie," murmured the old fell a
ow, 81 dinna ken what to do wi We. n
Ne maun just hae to sleep oot." 1t n
lever occurred to him to desert his a
aithful companion. And then he re- s
rendered a story Of how Sir Walter r.
scott had often carried little lassie h
whom he loved TO talk to in the pock- h
t Of his plaid. He found the excited a
iead Of the little dog. "Loup in, lad ]
lie" he whispered Bobby jumped s
nto the pocket, and the old man STUN d
lied up the sitting, pitch black stair f
ase, safely past the sordid old wom- a
IN at the top. He found his way TO
he mean little cell that was called a 3
DOM and fell into his bed with a t