THE

ADVENTURES of a DOG,

AND A GOOD DOG TOO

BY ALFRED ELWES

THE ADVENTURES of a DOG, 1

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A FAMILY PARTY
THE

BY ALFRED ELWES 2
ADVENTURES OF A DOG,

AND A GOOD DOG TOO.

By ALFRED ELWES,
Author of "The Adventures of a Bear," "Ocean and her Rulers," etc., etc.

WITH EIGHT ILLUSTRATIONS BY HARRISON WEIR.

LONDON:
GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND CO., FARRINGDON STREET,
AND 18, BEEKMAN STREET, NEW YORK.
1857.

LONDON:
THOMAS HARRILD, PRINTER, 11, SALISBURY SQUARE,
FLEET STREET.

CONTENTS.

PAGE
INTRODUCTION BY MISS MINETTE GATTINA 7
EARLY DAYS 12
CHANGES 18
UPS AND DOWNS 25
THE INUNDATION 37
PAINS AND PLEASURES 46
DUTY 55

ILLUSTRATIONS.

PAGE
A FAMILY PARTY (Frontispiece) 8
LADY BULL 17
GOOD DOG! 22
A CANINE BUTCHER 36
AFLOAT 45
A WORTHY SUBJECT 54

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A SEVERE BLOW 60
CONSOLATION 62

[Pg iii]

PREFACE.
I love dogs. Who does not? It is a natural feeling to love those who love us; and dogs were always fond of me.
Thousands can say the same; and I shall therefore find plenty of sympathy while unfolding my dog's tale.

This attachment of mine to the canine family in general, and their affection towards myself, have induced me,
like the Vizier in the "Arabian Nights," of happy memory, to devote some time to the study of their language.
Its idiom is not so difficult as many would suppose. There is a simplicity about it that often shames the
dialects of man; which have been so altered and refined that we discover people often saying one thing when
they mean exactly the reverse. Nothing of the sort is visible in the great canine tongue. Whether the tone in
which it is uttered be gruff or polished, sharp or insinuating, it is at least sincere. Mankind would often be
puzzled how to use it.

Like many others, its meaning is assisted by gestures of the body, and, above all, by the expression of the eye.
If ever language had its seat in that organ, as phrenologists pretend, it lies in the eye of the dog. Yet, a good
portion finds its way to his tail. The motion of that eloquent member is full of meaning. There is the slow wag
of anger; the gentle wag of contentment; the brisker wag of joy: and what can be more mutely expressive than
the limp states of sorrow, humility, and fear?[Pg iv]

If the tongue of the dog present such distinctive traits, the qualities of the animal himself are not less striking.
Although the dispositions of dogs are as various as their forms—although education, connections, the society
they keep, have all their influence—to the credit of their name be it said, a dog never sullies his mouth with an
untruth. His emotions of pleasure are genuine, never forced. His grief is not the semblance of woe, but comes
from the heart. His devotion is unmixed with other feelings. It is single, unselfish, profound. Prosperity affects
it not; adversity cannot make it swerve. Ingratitude, that saddest of human vices, is unknown to the dog. He
does not forget past favours, but, when attached by benefits received, his love endures through life. But I shall
have never done with reciting the praises of this noble animal; the subject is inexhaustible. My purpose now
has narrower limits.

From the archives of the city of Caneville, I lately drew the materials of a Bear's Biography. From the same
source I now derive my "Adventures of a Dog." My task has been less that of a composer than a translator, for
a feline editoress, a Miss Minette Gattina, had already performed her part. This latter animal appears,
however, to have been so learned a cat—one may say so deep a puss—that she had furnished more notes than
there was original matter. Another peculiarity which distinguished her labours was the obscurity of her style; I
call it a peculiarity, and not a defect, because I am not quite certain whether the difficulty of getting at her
meaning lay in her mode of expressing herself or my deficiency in the delicacies of her language. I think
myself a tolerable linguist, yet have too great a respect for puss to say that any fault is attributable to her.

The same feeling has, naturally, made me careful in rendering those portions which were exclusively her own.
I have preferred[Pg v] letting her say little to allowing her to express anything she did not intend. Her notes,
which, doubtless, drew many a purr of approval from her own breast, and many a wag of approbation from the
tails of her choice acquaintance, I have preferred leaving out altogether; and I have so curtailed the labours of
her paw, and the workings of her brain, as to condense into half-a-dozen pages her little volume of
introduction. The autobiography itself, most luckily, required no alteration. It is the work of a simple mind,

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detailing the events of a simple but not uneventful life. Whether I have succeeded in conveying to my readers'
intelligence the impression which this Dog's Adventures made on mine, they alone can decide.

A. E.

Lyndhurst Road,
Peckham.

[Pg 7]

INTRODUCTION.
BY MISS MINETTE GATTINA.

It may seem peculiar to any but an inhabitant of this renowned city of Caneville, that one of our nation should
venture on the task of bringing to the notice of the world the memoir I have undertaken to edit. But, besides
that in this favoured place animals of all kinds learn to dwell in tolerable harmony together, the subject of this
biography had so endeared himself to all classes and to every tribe by his kindness of heart, noble devotion,
and other dog-like qualities, that there was not a cat, in spite of the supposed natural antipathy existing
between the great feline and canine races, who would not have set up her back and fought to the last gasp in
defence of this dear old fellow.

Many a time has he saved me from the rough treatment of rude and ill-conducted curs, when I have been
returning from a concert, or tripping quietly home after a pleasant chat with a friend. Often and often, when a
kitten, has he carried me on his back through the streets, in order that I might not wet my velvet slippers on a
rainy day: and once, ah! well do I remember it, he did me even greater service; for a wicked Tom of our race,
who had often annoyed me with his attentions, had actually formed a plan of carrying me off to some foreign
land, and would have succeeded too, if dear Doggy had not got scent of the affair, and pounced on that
treacherous Tom just as he was on the point of executing his odious project.

I can speak of these things now without the slightest fear of being accused of vanity. If I say my eyes were
beautifully round and green, they are so no longer. If I boast of the former lightness of my step, it drags, alas!
but too heavily now. If I dwell on the sweetness of my voice and melody of my purr at one period,[Pg 8] little
can be said in their favour at the present day, and I feel therefore less scruple in dilating on the elegance of my
figure, and the taste of my toilette, as, when speaking of them, I seem to be referring to another individual
Puss, with whom the actual snuffy old Tabby has little or no connection.

But, it will be said, these last matters have not much to do with the object I have in hand. I must not attempt to
palm off on my readers any adventures of my own under the shadow of a dog. I must rather allow my
Cat's-paw to perform the office for which it has become noted, namely, that of aiding in the recovery of what
its owner is not intended to participate. I must endeavour to place before the world of Caneville, to be thence
transmitted to the less civilized portions of the globe, those incidents in our Dog's life which he has been too
modest to relate himself, in order that after-generations may fully appreciate all the goodness of his character.
To greatness, he had no pretension, although few animals are aware how close is the relation between these
two qualities.

I think I see the dear old Dog now, as it has been often my privilege to behold him, seated in his large
arm-chair, his hair quite silvered with age, shading his thoughtful, yet kindly face, his pipe in his paw, his
faithful old friend by his side, and surrounded by a group of attentive listeners of both sexes, who seemed to
hang upon every word of wisdom as it dropped from his mouth; all these spring to my mind when I recal his

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image, and if I were a painter I think I should have no difficulty in presenting to my readers this pleasant
"family party." The very room in which these meetings were held comes as strongly to my recollection as the
various young and old dogs who were wont to assemble there. Plainly furnished, it yet boasted some articles
of luxury; works of statuary and painting, presented to old Job by those who admired his goodness, or had
been the objects of his devotion.

One of these, a statuette representing a fast little dog upon a tasteful pedestal, used often to excite my
curiosity, the more because Job showed no inclination to gratify it. I managed, however, at[Pg 9] last to get at
the incident which made Job the possessor of this comical little figure, and as the circumstance worthily
illustrates his character, I will relate it as the anecdote was told to me.

It was once a fashion in Caneville, encouraged by puppies of the superior classes, to indulge in habits of so
strange a nature as to meet on stated occasions for the express purpose of trying their skill and strength in set
combats; and although the most frightful consequences often ensued, these assemblies were still held until put
down by the sharp tooth of the law. The results which ensued were not merely dangerous to life, but created
such a quarrelsome disposition, that many of these dogs were never happy but when fighting; and the force
granted them by nature for self-defence was too often used most wantonly to the annoyance of their
neighbours. It one day happened that Job was sitting quietly on a steep bank of the river where it runs into the
wood at some distance from the city, at one moment watching the birds as they skimmed over the water, at
another following the movements of a large fish, just distinguishable from the height, as it rose at the flies that
dropped upon the stream; when three dogs, among the most celebrated fighters of the time, passed by that
way. Two of them were of the common class, about the size and weight of Job; the other was a young puppy
of good family, whose tastes had unfortunately led him into such low society. Seeing the mild expression of
Job's face, and confident in their own prowess, they resolved to amuse themselves at his expense, and to this
end drew near to him. Unobserved by their intended victim, with a rapid motion they endeavoured to push
him head foremost into the river, Master Puppy having dexterously seized hold of his tail to make the
somersault more complete. Job, although thus unexpectedly set upon from behind, was enabled, by the
exertion of great strength, to defeat the object of his assailants. In the struggle which ensued, his adversaries
discovered that, in spite of their boasted skill, they had more than found their match. One of them got rolled
over into the stream, out of which he managed to crawl with considerable difficulty half a mile lower[Pg 10]
down; the second took to his heels, with his coat torn, and his person otherwise disordered; and the
fashionable Pup, to his great horror, found himself seized in the formidable jaws of the unoffending but own
angry dog. Imagine how much his terror was increased when Job, carrying him, as I would a mouse, to the
edge of the precipitous bank, held him sheer over the roaring river. The poor fellow could not swim, he had a
perfect antipathy to the water, and he felt himself at that moment on the point of being consigned to certain
death without a chance of safety. But he did not know the noble heart of the animal he had offended. Job let
him feel for a few dreadful seconds the danger to which he had been so thoughtlessly and in joke about to
consign himself, and then placed him in safety on the bank, with the admonition to reflect for the future on the
probable result of his diversions before he indulged in them, and to consider whether, although amusing to
himself, such games might not be fatal to the animals on whom they were played off. The shivering puppy
was too much alarmed at the time to attend either to the magnanimity of his antagonist or the wisdom of his
advice, but they were evidently not lost upon him. Many can bear testimony to the change which that hour
wrought in his character; and some weeks after the event, Job received that statue of his little adversary, which
had so often struck me, executed by a native artist, with a long letter in verse, a beautiful specimen of doggrel;
indeed, gifts both equally creditable to the sculptor and the writer, and most honourable to the animal in
whose favour they had been executed.

My task will scarce be thought complete without a few words concerning the personal appearance of my old
friend; although, perhaps, few things could be more difficult for me to describe. Dogs and cats are apt to
admire such very different forms of beauty, that the former often call beautiful what we think just the reverse.
He was tall, strong, and rather stout, with a large bushy tail, which waved with every emotion of his mind, for

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he rarely disguised his feelings. His features were considered regular, though large, his[Pg 11] eyes being
particularly bright and full, and the upper part of his head was broad and high.

But none who knew Job ever thought of his being handsome or otherwise. You seemed to love him for
something more than you could see, something which had little to do with face, or body, or tail, and yet
appeared in them all, and shone clearly out of his eyes; I mean the spirit of goodness, which made him so
remarkable, and was so much a part of Job, that I do believe a lock of his hair worn near one's own heart
would help to make it beat more kindly to one's fellow creatures. This idea may be considered too fanciful,
too cat-like, but I believe it notwithstanding.

Such was the Dog whose autobiography I have great pleasure in presenting to the world. Many may object to
the unpolished style in which his memoirs are clothed, but all who knew him will easily pardon every want of
elegance in his language; and those who had not the honour of his acquaintance, will learn to appreciate his
character from the plain spirit of truth which breathes in every line he wrote. I again affirm that I need make
no apology for attaching my name to that of one so worthy the esteem of his co-dogs, ay, and co-cats too; for
in spite of the differences which have so often raised up a barrier between the members of his race and ours,
not even the noblest among us could be degraded by raising a "mew" to the honour of such a thoroughly
honest dog.

MINETTE GATTINA.

The Upper Mews,

Caneville.

[Pg 12]

EARLY DAYS.
I was not born in this city of Caneville, but was brought here at so young an age, that I have no recollection of
any other place. I do not remember either my father or my mother. An old doggess,[A] who was the only
creature I can recal to mind when I was a pup, took care of me. At least, she said she did. But from what I
recollect, I had to take most care of myself. It was from her I learnt what I know about my parents. She has
told me that my father was a foreign dog of high rank; from a country many, many miles away, called
Newfoundland, and that my mother was a member of the Mastiff family. But how I came to be under the care
of herself, and how it happened, if my parents were such superior animals, that I should be forced to be so
poor and dirty, I cannot tell. I have sometimes ventured to ask her; but as she always replied with a snarl or a
bite, I soon got tired of putting any questions to her. I do not think she was a very good temper; but I should
not like to say so positively, because I was still young when she died, and perhaps the blows she gave me, and
the bites she inflicted, were only intended for my good; though I did not think so at the time.

[A] I have preferred adopting this word in speaking of female dogs, as it comes nearer to the original, zaïyen.

As we were very poor, we were forced to live in a wretched kennel in the dampest part of the town, among
dogs no better off than ourselves. The place we occupied overhung the water, and one day when the old
doggess was punishing me for something I had done, the corner in which I was crouched being rotten, gave
way, and I fell plump into the river. I had never been in the water before, and I was very frightened, for the
stream was so rapid that it carried me off and past the kennels I knew, in an instant. I opened my mouth to call
out for help; but as I was almost choked with the water that got into it, I shut it again, and made an
effort[Pg 13] to reach the land. To my surprise I found that, by moving my paws and legs, I not only got my
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very tired and out of breath, but quite recovered from my fear. I ran over the grass towards the town as fast as
I could, stopping now and then to shake my coat, which was not so wet, however, as you would suppose; but
before I had got half way home I met the doggess, hopping along, with her tongue out of her mouth, panting
for breath, she having run all the way from the kennel, out of which I had popped so suddenly, along the bank,
with the hope of picking me up somewhere. She knew, she said, that I should never be drowned. But how she
could know that was more than I could then imagine.

When we met, after I had escaped so great a danger, I flew to her paws, in the hope of getting a tender lick;
but as soon as she recovered breath, she caught hold of one of my ears with her teeth, and bit it till I howled
with pain, and then set off running with me at a pace which I found it difficult to keep up with. I remember at
the time thinking it was not very kind of her; but I have since reflected that perhaps she only did it to brighten
me up and prevent me taking cold.

This was my first adventure, and also my first acquaintance with the water. From that day I often ventured
into the river, and in the end became so good a swimmer, that there were few dogs in Caneville who could
surpass me in strength and dexterity afloat.

Many moons came and passed away, and I was getting a big dog. My appetite grew with my size, and as there
was little to eat at home, I was forced to wander through the streets to look after stray bones; but I was not the
only animal employed thus hunting for a livelihood, and the bits scattered about the streets being very few and
small, some of us, as may be imagined, got scanty dinners. There was such quarrelling and fighting, also, for
the possession of every morsel, that if you were not willing to let go any piece you had seized upon, you were
certain to have half-a-dozen curs upon[Pg 14] your back to force you to do so; and the poor weakly dog,
whose only hope of a meal lay in what he might pick up, ran a sad chance of being starved.

One of the fiercest fights I have ever been engaged in occurred upon one of these occasions. I had had no
breakfast, and it was already past the hour when the rich dogs of Caneville were used to dine. Hungry and
disconsolate, I was trotting slowly past a large house, when a side-door opened, and a servant jerked a piece of
meat into the road. In the greatest joy I pounced upon the prize, but not so quickly but that two ragged curs,
who were no doubt as hungry as myself, managed to rush to the spot in time to get hold of the other end of it.
Then came a struggle for the dainty; and those who do not know how hard dogs will fight for their dinner,
when they have had no breakfast, should have been there to learn the lesson. After giving and receiving many
severe bites, the two dogs walked off—perhaps they did not think the meat was worth the trouble of
contending for any longer—and I was left to enjoy my meal in peace. I had scarcely, however, squatted down,
with the morsel between my paws, than a miserable little puppy, who seemed as if he had had neither dinner
nor breakfast for the last week, came and sat himself at a little distance from me, and without saying a word,
brushed the pebbles about with his ragged tail, licked his chops, and blinked his little eyes at me so hopefully,
that, hungry as I was, I could not begin my meat. As I looked at him, I observed two tears gather at the side of
his nose, and grow bigger and bigger until they would no longer stop there, but tumbled on to the ground. I
could bear it no longer. I do not know even now what ailed me; but my own eyes grew so dim, that there
seemed a mist before them which prevented my seeing anything plainly. I started up, and pushing to the poor
whelp the piece of meat which had cost me three new rents in my coat and a split ear, I trotted slowly away. I
stopped at the corner to see whether he appeared to enjoy it, and partly to watch that no other dog should take
it from him. The road was quite clear, and the poor pup quite lost in the unusual[Pg 15] treat of a good meal;
so I took my way homewards, with an empty stomach but a full heart. I was so pleased to see that little fellow
enjoy his dinner so thoroughly.

This sort of life, wherein one was compelled either to fight for every bit one could get to eat or go without
food altogether, became at last so tiresome to me that I set about for some other means of providing for my
wants. I could not understand how the old doggess used to manage, but though she never had anything to give
me, she did not seem to be without food herself. She was getting so much more cross and quarrelsome,

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perhaps on account of her age and infirmities, that I now saw but little of her, as I often, on a fine night,
preferred curling myself up under a doorway or beneath a tree, to returning to the kennel and listening to her
feeble growls. She never seemed to want me there, so I had less difficulty in keeping away from her.

Chance assisted me in the choice of my new attempt at getting a living. I was walking along one of the narrow
streets of Caneville, when I was stopped by an old dog, who was known to be very rich and very miserly. He
had lately invented a novel kind of match for lighting pipes and cigars, which he called "a fire-fly," the
composition of which was so dangerous that it had already caused a good deal of damage in the town from its
exploding; and he wanted some active young dogs to dispose of his wares to the passers-by according to the
custom of Caneville. As he expected a good deal of opposition from the venders of a rival article, it was
necessary to make choice of such agents as would not be easily turned from their purpose for fear of an odd
bite or two. I suppose he thought I was well fitted for the object he had in view. I was very poor—one good
reason, for his employing me, as I would be contented with little; I was strong, and should therefore be able to
get through the work; I was willing, and bore a reputation for honesty—all sufficient causes for old Fily (that
was his name) to stop me this fine morning and propose my entering his service. Terms are easily arranged
where both parties are willing to come to an agreement. After being regaled with a[Pg 16] mouldy bone, and
dressed out in an old suit of clothes belonging to my new master, which, in spite of a great hole in one of the
knees, I was not a little proud of, with a bundle of wares under my arm and a box of the famous "fire-flies" in
my paw, I began my commercial career.

But, alas! either the good dogs of Caneville were little disposed to speculate that day, or I was very awkward
in my occupation, but no one seemed willing to make a trial of my "fire-flies." In vain I used the most enticing
words to set off my goods, even going so far as to say that cigars lighted with these matches would have a
very much finer flavour, and could not possibly go out. This I said on the authority of my employer, who
assured me of the fact. It was of no use; not a single "fire-fly" blazed in consequence, and I began to fear that I
was not destined to make my fortune as a match-seller.

At length there came sweeping down the street a party which at once attracted me, and I resolved to use my
best efforts to dispose, at least, of one of my boxes, if it were only to convince my master that I had done my
best. The principal animal of the group was a lady doggess, beautifully dressed, with sufficient stuff in her
gown to cover a dozen ordinary dogs, a large muff to keep her paws from the cold, and a very open bonnet
with a garden-full of flowers round her face, which, in spite of her rich clothes, I did not think a very pretty
one. A little behind her was another doggess, not quite so superbly dressed, holding a puppy by the paw. It
was very certain that they were great animals, for two or three dogs they had just passed had taken off their
hats as they went by, and then put their noses together as if they were saying something about them.

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LADY BULL
I drew near, and for the first time in my life was timid and abashed. The fine clothes, no doubt, had something
to do with making me feel so, but—I was still very young. Taking courage, I went on tiptoe to the great lady,
and begged her to buy a box of "fire-flies" of a poor dog who had no other means of gaining his bread. Now,
you must know that these matches had not a[Pg 17] pleasant smell—few matches have; but as they were shut
up in the box, the odour could not have been very sensible. However, when I held up the article towards her
ladyship, she put her paw to her nose—as though to shut out the odour—uttered a low howl, and, though big
enough and strong enough to have sent me head over heels with a single blow, seemed on the point of falling
to the ground. But at the instant, two male servants, whom I had not seen, ran to her assistance, while I, who
was the innocent cause of all this commotion, stood like a silly dog that I was, with my box in the air and my
mouth wide open, wondering what it all meant. I was not suffered to remain long in ignorance; for the two
hounds in livery, turning to me, so belaboured my poor back that I thought at first my bones were broken;
while the young puppy, who, it appears, was her ladyship's youngest son, running behind me, while I was in
this condition, gave my tail such a pull as to cause me the greatest pain. They then left me in the middle of the
road, to reflect on my ill success in trade, and gather up my stock as I best could.

I do not know what it was which made me so anxious to learn the name and rank of the lady doggess who had
been the cause of my severe punishment, but I eagerly inquired of a kind mongrel, who stopped to help me
collect my scattered goods, if he knew anything about her. He said, she was called Lady Bull; that her
husband. Sir John Bull, had made a large fortune somehow, and that they lived in a splendid house, had about
thirty puppies, little and big, had plenty of servants, and spent a great deal of money. He could hardly imagine,
he said, that it was the odour of the "fire-flies" which had occasioned me to be knocked down for upsetting
her ladyship, as she had been a butcher's daughter, and was used to queer smells, unless her nose had perhaps
got more delicate with her change of position.

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He said much more about her and her peculiarities than I either remember or care to repeat; but, imagining he
had some private reasons for saying what he did, I thanked him for his trouble, and bid him good day.[Pg 18]

Whatever the cause of my failure, it seemed that I was not fitted for the match-business. At all events, the
experience of that morning did not encourage me sufficiently to proceed. So, returning the unsold "fire-flies"
to old Fily, I made him a present of the time I had already spent in his service, and, with a thoughtful face and
aching bones, took my way towards the kennel by the water-side.

CHANGES.
The sun was just going down as I came in sight of the river and the row of poor kennels which stood on the
bank, many of them, like our own, projecting half over the water. I could not help wondering at the pretty
effect they made at a distance, with the blue river dancing gaily by their side, the large trees of the wood on
the opposite bank waving in beauty, and the brilliant sun changing everything that his rays fell upon into gold.
He made the poor kennels look so splendid for the time, that no one would have thought the animals who
lived in them could ever be poor or unhappy. But when the rich light was gone,—gone with the sun which
made it to some other land,—it seemed as if the whole place was changed. The trees shivered as though a cold
wind was stirring them. The river ran dark and sullenly by the poor houses; and the houses themselves looked
more wretched, I thought, than they had ever appeared before. Yet, somehow, they were more homelike in
their dismal state than when they had a golden roof and purple sides, so, resuming my walk, for I had stopped
to admire the pretty picture, I soon came near the door.

It was open, as usual. But what was not usual, was to hear other sounds from within than the voice of the old
doggess, making ceaseless moans. Now it seemed as if all the doggesses of the neighbourhood had met in the
poor hut to pass the evening, for there was such confusion of tongues, and such a rustling sound, as[Pg 19]
told me, before I peeped inside, that there was a large party got together, and that tails were wagging at a
fearful rate.

When I stood before the open door, all the scene broke upon me. On her bed of straw, evidently at the point of
death, lay my poor doggess. Her eyes had almost lost their fierce expression, and were becoming fixed and
glassy—a slight tremor in her legs and movement of her stumpy tail, were all that told she was yet living; not
even her breast was seen to heave.

I had not much reason to bear love to the old creature for any kindness she had ever shown me, but this sight
overcame me at once. Springing to her aide, and upsetting half a dozen of the gossips by the movement, I laid
my paw on hers; and, involuntarily raising my head in the air, I sent forth a howl which shook the rotten
timbers of the old kennel, and so frightened the assembled party as to make them scamper out of the place like
mad things. The sound even called back the departing senses of the dying doggess. She drew me to her with
her paws, and made an effort to lick me. The action quite melted me. I put down my head to hers and felt a
singular pleasure mixed with grief whilst I licked and caressed her, I could not help thinking then, as I have
often thought since, of how much happiness we had lost by not being more indulgent to each other's faults,
forgiving and loving one another. She also seemed to be of this opinion, if I might judge by the grateful look
and passive manner in which she received my attentions. Perhaps the near approach of her end gave a softness
to her nature which was unusual to her; it is not unlikely; but, of a certainty, I never felt before how much I
was losing, as when I saw that poor doggess's life thus ebbing away.

Night had come on while I sat watching by her side. Everything about the single room had become more and
more indistinct, until all objects were alike blended in the darkness. I could no longer distinguish the shape of
my companion, and, but that I knew she was there, I could have thought myself alone. The wind had fallen;
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themselves heard in the streets of Caneville appeared to be singularly quieted. But once only, at another
period of my life, which I shall speak of in its proper place, do I ever remember to have been so struck by the
silence, and to have felt myself so entirely alone.

The moon appeared to rise quicker that night, as though it pitied the poor forlorn dog. It peeped over an
opposite house, and directly after, shone coldly but kindly through the open door. At least, its light seemed to
come like the visit of a friend, in spite of its showing me what I feared, that I was indeed alone in the world.
The poor doggess had died in the darkness between the setting of the sun and the moon's rise.

I was sure that she was dead, yet I howled no more. My grief was very great; for it is a sad, sad thing when
you are young to find you are without friends; perhaps sadder when you are old; but that, I fortunately do not
myself know, for I am old, and have many friends. I recollect putting my nose between my paws, and lying at
full length on the floor, waiting till the bright sun should come again, and thinking of my forlorn condition. I
must have slept and dreamed—yet I thought I was still in the old kennel with the dead doggess by my side.
But everything seemed to have found a voice, and to be saying kind things to me.

The river, as it ran and shook the supports of the old kennel, appeared to cry out in a rough but gay tone: "Job,
Job, my dog, cheer up, cheer up; the world is before you, Job, cheer up, cheer up." The light wind that was
coming by that way stopped to speak to me as it passed. It flew round the little room, and whispered as it
went: "Poor dog, poor dog, you are very lonely; but the good need not be so; the good may have friends, dear
Job, however poor!" The trees, as they waved their heads, sent kindly words across the water, that made their
way to my heart right through the chinks of the old cabin; and when morning broke, and a bright sky smiled
beautifully upon the streets of Caneville, I woke up, sad indeed, but full of hope.[Pg 21]

Some ragged curs arrived, and carried the old doggess away. She was very heavy, and they were forced to use
all their strength. I saw her cast into the water, which she disliked so much alive; I watched her floating form
until the rapid current bore it into the wood, and I stayed sitting on the brink of the river wondering where it
would reach at last, and what sort of places must lie beyond the trees. I had an idea in my own mind that the
sun rested there all night, only I could not imagine how it came up again in the morning in quite an opposite
quarter; but then I was such a young and ignorant puppy!

After thinking about this and a good many other matters of no importance to my story, I got upon my legs,
and trotted gently along the bank, towards a part of the city which I did not remember to have seen before.
The houses were very few, but they were large and handsome, and all had pretty gardens in nice order, with
flowers which smelt so sweet, that I thought the dogs who could always enjoy such advantages must be very
happy. But one of the houses, larger than all the rest, very much struck me, for I had never an idea of such a
splendid place being in Caneville. It was upon a little hill that stood at some distance from the river, and the
ground which sloped down from the house into the water was covered with such beautiful grass, that it made
one long to nibble and roll upon it.

While I was quietly looking at this charming scene, I was startled by a loud noise of barking and howling
higher up the river, and a confused sound, as if a great many dogs were assembled at one place, all calling out
together. I ran at once in the direction of the hubbub, partly out of curiosity and in part from some other
motive, perhaps the notion of being able to render some help.

A little before me the river had a sudden bend, and the bank rose high, which prevented me seeing the cause
of the noise; but when I reached the top, the whole scene was before me. On my side of the river a great
crowd had assembled, who were looking[Pg 22] intently upon something in the water; and on the opposite
bank there was a complete stream of dogs, running down to the hill which belonged to the beautiful house I
had been admiring. Every dog, as he ran, seemed to be trying to make as much noise as he could; and those I
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what was the matter. At last I saw that the struggling object in the water was a young puppy, which seemed
very nicely dressed, and at the same moment the mongrel, who had helped me to pick up my matches the day
before, came alongside of me, and said: "Ah, young firefly, how are you? Isn't this a game? That old Lady
Bull who got you such a drubbing yesterday, is in a pretty mess. Her thirty-second pup has just tumbled into
the water, and will certainly be drowned. Isn't she making a fuss? just look!"

One rapid glance showed me the grand lady he spoke of, howling most fearfully on the other side of the
stream, while two pups, about the same size as the one in the water, and a stout dog, who looked like the papa,
were sometimes catching hold of her and then running about, not knowing what to do.

I stopped no longer. I threw off my over-coat, and running to a higher part of the bank, leapt into the water,
the mongrel's voice calling after me: "What are you going to do? Don't you know its the son of the old
doggess who had you beat so soundly? Look at your shoulder, where the hair has been all knocked off with
the blows?" Without paying the least attention to these words, which I could not help hearing they were called
out so loudly, I used all my strength to reach the poor little pup, who, tired with his efforts to help himself,
had already floated on to his back, while his tiny legs and paws were moving feebly in the air. I reached him
after a few more efforts, and seizing his clothes with my teeth, I got his head above the water, and swam with
my load slowly towards the bank.

As I got nearer, I could see Lady Bull, still superbly dressed, but without her bonnet, throw up her paws and
nose towards the sky, and fall back into the arms of her husband; while the two[Pg 23] pups by her side
expressed their feelings in different ways; for one stuffed his little fists into his eyes, and the other waved his
cap in the air, and broke forth into a succession of infantile bow-wows.

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On reaching, the bank, I placed my load at the feet of his poor mother, who threw herself by his side and
hugged him to her breast, in a way which proved how much tenderness was under those fine clothes and
affected manners. The others stood around her uttering low moans of sympathy, and I, seeing all so engaged
and taken up with the recovered dog, quietly, and, as I thought, unseen by all, slid back into the water, and
permitted myself to be carried by the current down the river. I crawled out at some short distance from the
spot where this scene had taken place, and threw myself on to the grass, in order to rest from my fatigue and
allow the warm sun to dry my saturated clothes. What I felt I can scarce describe, although I remember so
distinctly everything connected with that morning. My principal sensation was that of savage joy, to think I
had saved the son of the doggess who had caused me such unkind treatment. I was cruel enough, I am sorry to
say, to figure to myself her pain at receiving such a favour from me—but that idea soon passed away, on
reflecting that perhaps she would not even know to whom she owed her son's escape from death.

In the midst of my ruminations, a light step behind me caused me to raise my head. I was positively startled at
the beautiful object which I beheld. It was a lady puppy about my own age, but so small in size, and with such
an innocent sweet look, that she seemed much younger. Her dress was of the richest kind, and her bonnet,
which had fallen back from her head, showed her glossy dark hair and drooping ears that hung gracefully
beside her cheeks. Poorly as I was dressed, and wet as I still was from my bath, she sat herself beside me, and
putting her little soft paw upon my shoulder, said, with a smile—

"Ah, Job!—for I know that's your name—did you think you could get off so quietly without any one seeing
you, or stopping you, or saying one single 'thank you, Job,' for being such a good[Pg 24] noble dog as you
are? Did you think there was not one sharp eye in Caneville to watch the saver, but that all were fixed upon
the saved? That every tongue was so engaged in sympathizing with the mother, that not one was left to praise
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least, who may forget an injury, but who never forget a noble action, and I have too great a love for my
species to let you think so. I shall see you again, dear Job, though I must leave you now. I should be blamed if
it were known that I came here to talk to you as I have done; but I could not help it, I could not let you believe
that a noble heart was not understood in Caneville. Adieu. Do not forget the name of Fida."

She stooped down, and for a moment her silky hair waved on my rough cheek, while her soft tongue gently
licked my face. Before I could open my mouth in reply—before, indeed, I had recovered from my surprise,
and the admiration which this beautiful creature caused me, she was gone. I sprang on to my legs to observe
which way she went, but not a trace of her could I see, and I thought it would not be proper to follow her.
When I felt certain of being alone, I could hardly restrain my feelings. I threw myself on my back, I rolled
upon the grass, I turned head over heels in the boisterousness of my spirit, and then gambolled round and
round like a mad thing.

Did I believe all the flattering praises which the lovely Fida had bestowed on me? I might perhaps have done
so then, and in my inexperience might have fancied that I was quite a hero. Time has taught me another
lesson. It has impressed upon me the truth, that when we do our duty we do only what should be expected of
every dog; only what every dog ought to do. Of the two, Fida had done the nobler action. She had shown not
only a promptness to feel what she considered good, but she had had the courage to say so in private to the
doer, although he was of the poorest and she of the richest class of Caneville society. In saving the little pup's
life, I had risked nothing; I knew my strength, and felt certain I could[Pg 25] bring him safely to the shore. If I
had not tried to save the poor little fellow I should have been in part guilty of his death. But she, in bestowing
secret praise and encouragement upon a poor dog who had no friends to admire her for so doing, while her
action would perhaps bring blame upon her from her proud friends, did that which was truly good and noble.

The thought of returning to my solitary home after the sad scene of the night before, and particularly after the
new feelings just excited, was not a pleasant one. The bright sky and fresh air seemed to suit me better than
black walls and the smell of damp straw. Resolving in my mind, however, to leave it as soon as possible, I
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I should not probably have spoken of these last incidents in my life, as the relation of them savours rather too
much of vanity, but for certain results of the highest importance to my future fortunes.

When I reached the old kennel I found, waiting my return, two terrier dogs in livery, with bulls' heads
grinning from such a quantity of buttons upon their lace coats that it was quite startling. They brought a polite
message from Sir John and Lady Bull, begging me to call upon them without delay. As the servants had
orders to show me the road, we set off at once.

I was very silent on the journey, for my companions were so splendidly dressed that I could not help thinking
they must be very superior dogs indeed; and I was rather surprised, when they spoke to each other, to find that
they talked just like any other animals, and a good deal more commonly than many that I knew. But such is
the effect of fine clothes upon those who know no better.

We soon reached the grounds of the mansion, having crossed the river in a boat that was waiting for us; and
after passing through a[Pg 26] garden more beautiful than my poor dog's brain had ever imagined, we at last
stood before the house itself. I need not describe to you, who know the place so well, the vastness of the
building or the splendour of its appearance. What struck me more even than the palace, was the number of the
servants and the richness of their clothes. Each of them seemed fine enough to be the master of the place, and
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apparel. I was much abashed at first to find myself in such a company and make so miserable a figure; but I
was consoled with the thought that not one of them that morning had ventured, in spite of his eating his
master's meat and living in his master's house, to plunge into the water to save his master's son. Silly dog that
I was! it did not enter my head at the same time to inquire whether any of them had learnt to swim.

If the outside of the mansion had surprised me by its beauty, the interior appeared of course much more
extraordinary to my ignorant mind. Every thing I was unused to looked funny or wonderful; and if I had not
been restrained by the presence of such great dogs, I should have sometimes laughed outright, and at others
broken forth into expressions of surprise.

The stout Sir John Bull was standing in the middle of the room when I entered it, while the stouter Lady Bull
was lying on a kind of sofa, that seemed quite to sink beneath her weight. I found out afterwards that it was
the softness of the sofa which made it appear so; for sitting on it myself, at my Lady's request, I jumped up in
the greatest alarm, on finding the heaviest part of my body sink lower and lower down, and my tail come
flapping into my face.

Sir John and Lady Bull now thanked me very warmly for what I had done, and said a great many things which
it is not worth while to repeat. I remember they were very pleasing to me then, but I am sure cannot be
interesting to you now. After their thanks, Sir John began to talk to me about myself—about my parents—my
wishes—what I intended to do—and what were my means? To[Pg 27] his great surprise he learnt that parents
I had none; that my only wishes were the desire to do some good for myself and others, and earn my meat;
that I had no notion what I intended doing, and had no means whatever to do anything with. It may be
believed that I willingly accepted his offer to watch over a portion of his grounds, to save them from the
depredations of thieves, on condition of my receiving good clothes, plenty of food, and a comfortable house to
live in. It was now my turn to be thankful. But although my heart was full at this piece of good fortune, and I
could think of a great many things to say to show my gratitude, not a single word could I find to express it in,
but stood before them like a dumb dog, with only the wave of my tail to explain my thanks. They seemed,
however, to understand it, and I was at once ordered a complete suit of clothes and everything fitted for my
new position. I was also supplied with the most abundant supper I had ever had in my life, and went to rest
upon the most delightful bed; so that before I went to sleep, and I do believe afterwards too, I kept saying to
myself, "Job, Job, you have surely got some other dog's place; all this good luck can't be meant for you; what
have you done, Job, that you should eat such meat, and sleep on so soft a bed, and be spoken to so kindly?
Don't forget yourself, Job; there must be some mistake." But when I got up in the morning, and found a
breakfast for me as nice as the supper, and looked at my clothes, which, if not so smart as some of the others,
were better and finer than any I could ever have thought I should have worn, I was at last convinced, that
although I was poor Job, and although I did not, perhaps, deserve all the happiness I felt, that it was not a
dream, but real, plain truth. "As it is so," I said again, "I must do my duty as well as I am able, for that is the
only way a poor dog like me can show his gratitude."

After breakfast, I accompanied Sir John to the place of my future home. A quarter of an hour's walk brought
us to a gentle hill, which, similar to the one whereon the mansion itself was situated, sloped downwards to the
water. One or two trees, like giant[Pg 28] sentinels, stood near the top, and behind them waved the branches
of scores more, while beyond for many a mile spread the dark mass of the thick forest of which I have more
than once made mention. Nearly at the foot of the hill, beneath a spreading oak, was a cottage, a very picture
of peace and neatness; and as we paused, Sir John pointed out the peculiarities of the position and explained
my duties. It appeared that this part of his grounds was noted for a delicate kind of bird, much esteemed by
himself and his family, and which was induced to flock there by regular feeding and the quiet of the situation.
This fact was, however, perfectly well known to others besides Sir John; and as these others were just as fond
of the birds as himself, they were accustomed to pay nightly visits to the forbidden ground, and carry off
many of the plumpest fowl. The wood was known to shelter many a wandering fox, who, although dwelling
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These birds were particularly to their taste, and it required the greatest agility to keep off the cunning invaders,
for, though they had no great courage, and would not attempt to resist a bold dog, they frequently succeeded
in eluding all vigilance and getting off with their booty. Often, too, a stray cur, sometimes two or three
together, from the lowest classes of the population, would, when moved by hunger, make a descent on the
preserves, and battles of a fierce character not seldom occurred, for, unlike the foxes, they were never
unwilling to fight, but showed the utmost ferocity when attacked, and were often the aggressors. But those
were not all. The grounds were exactly opposite that part of the city of Caneville known as the "Mews," and
occupied by the cat population, who have a general affection for most birds, and held these preserved ones in
particular esteem. Fortunately, the water that interposed was a formidable barrier for the feline visitors, as few
pussies like to wet their feet; but, by some means or other, they frequently found their way across, and by their
dexterity, swiftness, and the quiet of their movements, committed terrible ravages among the birds. When Sir
John had told me all this, he led the way[Pg 29] down the hill to the small house under the tree. It had two
rooms, with a kennel at the back. The front room was the parlour, and I thought few places could have been so
neat and pretty. The back was the sleeping-room, and the windows of both looked out upon the soft grass and
trees, and showed a fine view of the river.

"This," said Sir John, "is your house, and I hope you will be happy in it yourself, and be of service to me. You
will not be alone, for there"—pointing to the kennel at the back—"sleeps an old servant of the family, who
will assist you in your duties."

He then called out "Nip," when a rumbling noise was heard from the kennel, and directly after a lame hound
came hopping round to the door. The sight of this old fellow was not pleasant at first, for his hair was a grizzly
brown and his head partly bald; his eyes were sunk, and, indeed, almost hidden beneath his bushy brows, and
his cheeks hung down below his mouth and shook with every step he took. I soon found out that he was as
singular in his manners as in his looks, and had such a dislike to talking that it was a rare thing for him to say
more than two or three words at one time. Sir John told him who I was, and desired him to obey my orders;
commanded us both to be good friends and not quarrel, as strange dogs were rather apt to do; and after some
more advice left us to ourselves, I in a perfect dream of wonderment, and "Nip" sitting winking at me in a way
that I thought more funny than agreeable.

After we had sat looking at one another for some time, I said, just to break the silence, which was becoming
tiresome—

"A pretty place this!"

Nip winked.

"Have you been here long?" I asked.

"Think so," said Nip.

"All alone?" I inquired.

"Almost," Nip replied.

"Much work to do, eh?" I asked.

The only answer Nip gave to this was by winking first one eye[Pg 30] and then the other, and making his
cheeks rise and fall in a way so droll that I could not help laughing, at which Nip seemed to take offence, for
without waiting for any farther questions he hopped out of the room, and I saw him, soon after, crawling
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I, too, went off upon the watch. I took my way along the bank, I glided among the bushes, ran after a young
fox whose sharp nose I spied pointed up a tree, but without catching him, and finally returned to my new
home by the opposite direction. Nip came in shortly after, and we sat down to our dinner.

Although this portion of my life was, perhaps, the happiest I have ever known, it has few events worth
relating. The stormy scenes which are so painful to the dog who suffers them, are those which are most
interesting to the hearer; while the quiet days, that glide peacefully away, are so like each other, that an
account of one of them is a description of many. A few hours can be so full of action, as to require volumes to
describe them properly, and the history of whole years can be written on a single page.

I tried, as I became fixed in my new position, to do what I had resolved when I entered it; namely, my duty. I
think I succeeded; I certainly obtained my master's praise, and sometimes my own; for I had a habit of talking
to myself, as Nip so rarely opened his mouth, and would praise or blame myself just as I thought I deserved it.
I am afraid I was not always just, but too often said, "Well done, Job; that's right, Job;" when I ought to have
called out, "You're wrong, Job; you ought to feel, Job, that you're wrong;" but it is not so easy a thing to be
just, even to ourselves.

One good lesson I learned in that little cottage, which has been of use to me all my life through; and that was,
to be very careful about judging dogs by their looks. There was old Nip: when I first saw him, I thought I had
never beheld such an ugly fellow in my life, and could not imagine how anything good was to be expected
from so cross a looking, ragged old hound. And yet nothing could[Pg 31] be more beautiful, more loveable
than dear old Nip, when you came to know him well. All the misfortunes he had suffered, all the knocks he
had received in passing through the world, seemed to have made his heart more tender; and he was so entirely
good-natured, that in all the time we were together, I never heard him say an unkind thing of living or dead
animal. I believe his very silence was caused by the goodness of his disposition; for as he could not help
seeing many things he did not like, but could not alter, he preferred holding his tongue to saying what could
not be agreeable. Dear, dear Nip! if ever it should be resolved to erect a statue of goodness in the public place
of Caneville, they ought to take you for a model; you would not be so pleasant to look on as many finer dogs,
but when once known, your image would be loved, dear Nip, as I learned to love the rugged original.

It can be of no interest to you to hear the many fights we had in protecting the property of our master during
the first few moons after my arrival. Almost every night we were put in danger of lives, for the curs came in
such large numbers that there was a chance of our being pulled to pieces in the struggle. Yet we kept steady
watch; and after a time, finding, I suppose, that we were never sleeping at our post, and that our courage rose
with every fresh attack, the thieves gradually gave up open war, and only sought to entrap the birds by
artifice; and, like the foxes and cats, came sneaking into the grounds, and trusted to the swiftness of their legs
rather than the sharpness of their teeth when Nip or I caught sight of them.

And thus a long, long time passed away. I had, meanwhile, grown to my full size, and was very strong and
active: not so stout as I have got in these later years, when my toes sometimes ache with the weight which
rests on them, but robust and agile, and as comely, I believe, as most dogs of my age and descent.

The uniformity of my life, which I have spoken of as making me so happy, was interrupted only by incidents
that did not certainly cause me displeasure. I renewed my acquaintance with "Fida," no[Pg 32] longer little
Fida, for she had grown to be a beautiful lady-dog. Our second meeting was by chance, but we talked like old
friends, so much had our first done to remove all strangeness. I don't think the next time we saw each other
was quite by accident. If I remember rightly, it was not; and we often met afterwards. We agreed that we
should do all we could to assist one another, though what I could do for so rich and clever a lady-dog I could
not imagine, although I made the promise very willingly. On her part, she did for me what I can never
sufficiently repay. She taught me to read, lending me books containing strange stories of far-off countries, and
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made me compose letters to herself, which Nip carried to her, bringing me back such answers as would
astonish you; for when you thought you had got to the end, they began all over again in another direction.
Besides these, she taught me to speak and act properly, in the way that well-behaved dogs ought to do; for I
had been used to the company of such low and poor animals, that it was not surprising if I should make sad
blunders in speech and manners. I need not say that she taught me to love herself, for that you will guess I had
done from the first day I saw her, when I was wet from my jump in the river, and she spoke to me such
flattering words. No; she could not teach me more love for herself than I already knew. That lesson had been
learnt by heart, and at a single sitting.

Our peaceful days were drawing to a close. Sir John died. Lady Bull lived on for a short time longer. Many
said, when she followed, that she ate herself to death; but I mention the rumour in order to deny it, for I am
sure it was grief that killed her. It is a pity some dogs will repeat everything they hear, without considering the
mischief such tittle-tattle may occasion—although it has been asserted by many that in this case the false
intelligence came from the Cats, who had no great affection for poor Lady Bull. Whatever the cause, she died,
and with her the employment of poor Nip and myself. The young Bulls who came into possession of the
estate, sold the[Pg 33] preserves to a stranger; and as the new proprietor intended killing off the birds, and did
not require keepers, there being no longer anything for them to do, we were turned upon the world.

The news came upon us so suddenly, that we were quite unprepared for it; and we were, besides, so far from
being rich, that it was a rather serious matter to find out how we should live until we could get some other
occupation. I was not troubled for myself; for, though I had been used to good feeding lately, I did not forget
the time when I was often forced to go the whole day with scarce a bit to eat; but the thought of how poor old
Nip would manage gave me some pain.

Having bid adieu to the peaceful cottage, where we had spent such happy times, we left the green fields and
pleasant trees and proceeded to the town, where, after some difficulty, we found a humble little house which
suited our change of fortune. Here we began seriously to muse over what we should do. I proposed making a
ferry-boat of my back, and, stationing myself at the waterside near the "Mews," swim across the river with
such cats as required to go over and did not like to walk as far as where the boat was accustomed to be. By
these means I calculated on making enough money to keep us both comfortably. Nip thought not. He said that
the cats would not trust me—few cats ever did trust the dogs—and then, though he did not dislike cats, not at
all, for he knew a great many very sensible cats, and very good ones too, he did not like the idea of seeing his
friend walked over by cats or dogs, or any other animal, stranger or domestic. Besides, there were other
objections. Strong as I was, I could not expect, if I made a boat of myself, that I could go on and on without
wanting repair any more than a real boat; but where was the carpenter to put me to rights, or take out my rotten
timbers and put in fresh ones. No; that would not do; we must think of something else.

It must not be imagined that Nip made all this long speech in one breath, or in a dozen breaths. It took him a
whole morning to explain himself even as clearly as I have tried to do; and perhaps I[Pg 34] may still have
written what he did not quite intend, for his words came out with a jump, one or two at a time, and often so
suddenly that it would have startled a dog who was not used to his manner.

Nip himself made the next proposal, and though I did not exactly like it, there seemed so little choice, that I at
once agreed to do my part in the scheme. Nip was the son of a butcher, and though he had followed the trade
but a short time himself, he was a very good judge of meat. He, therefore, explained that if I would undertake
to become the seller, he would purchase and prepare the meat, and he thought he could make it look nice
enough to induce the dogs to come and buy.

Our stock of money being very small, a house-shop was out of the question, so there was no chance of getting
customers from the better class,—a thing which I regretted, as I had little taste for the society of the vulgar;
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therefore bought by Nip, with what else was necessary to make me a complete "walking butcher," and having
got in a stock of meat the day before, Nip cut, and contrived, and shaped, and skewered, in so quiet and
business-like a way as proved he knew perfectly well what he was about. With early morning, after Nip had
arranged my dress with the same care as he had bestowed upon the barrow and its contents, I wheeled my
shop into the street, and amid a great many winks of satisfaction from my dear old friend, I went trudging
along, bringing many a doggess to the windows of the little houses by my loud cry of "Me-eet! Fresh me-eet!"

As I was strange in my new business, and did not feel quite at my ease, I fancied every dog I met, and every
eye that peeped from door and casement, stared at me in a particular manner, as if they knew I was playing
my part for the first time, and were watching to see how I did it. The looks that were cast at my meat, were all,
I thought, intended for me, and when a little puppy leered suspiciously at the barrow as he was crossing the
road, no doubt to see that it did not run over him, I could only imagine that he was[Pg 35] thinking of the
strange figure I made, and my awkward attempt at getting a living. Feelings like these no doubt alarm every
new beginner; but time and habit, if they do not reconcile us to our lot, will make it at least easier to perform,
and thus, after some two hours' journeying through the narrow lanes of Caneville, I did what my business
required of me with more assurance than when I first set out.

One thing, however, was very distasteful to me, and I could so little bear to see it, that I even spoke of it
aloud, and ran the risk of offending some of my customers. I mean the way in which several of the dogs
devoured the meat after they had bought it. You will think that when they had purchased their food and paid
for it, they had a right to eat it as they pleased: I confess it; nothing can be more true; but still, my ideas had
changed so of late, that it annoyed me very much to see many of these curs, living as they did in the most
civilized city in this part of the world, gnawing their meat as they held it on the ground with their paws, and
growling if any one came near as though there was no such thing as a police in Caneville. I forgot when I was
scolding these poor dogs, that perhaps they had never been taught better, and deserved pity rather than blame.
I forgot too that I had myself behaved as they did before I had been blessed with happier fortune, and that,
even then, if I had looked into my own conduct, I should have found many things more worthy of censure
than these poor curs' mode of devouring their food.

The lane I was passing along was cut across by a broad and open street, the favourite promenade of the
fashionables of Caneville. There might be seen about mid-day, when the sun was shining, troops of
well-dressed dogs and a few superior cats, some attended by servants, others walking alone, and many in
groups of two or three, the male dogs smoking cigars, the ladies busily talking, while they looked at and
admired one another's pretty dresses and bonnets.

By the time I had got thus far, I had become tolerably used to[Pg 36] my new work, and could imagine that
when the passers-by cast their eyes on my barrow, their glances had more to do with the meat than with
myself. But I did not like the idea of crossing the road where such grand dogs were showing off their finery.
After a little inward conversation with myself, which finished with my muttering between my teeth, "Job,
brother Job, I am ashamed of you! where is your courage, brother Job? Go on; go on;" I went on without
further delay.

I had got half-way across, and was already beginning to praise myself for the ease with which I turned my
barrow in and out of the crowd without running over the toes of any of the puppies, who were far too much
engaged to look after them themselves when a dirty little cur stopped me to buy a penn'orth of meat. I set
down my load just in time to avoid upsetting a very fat and splendidly dressed doggess, who must, if I had run
the wheel into her back, and it was very near it, have gone head foremost into the barrow. This little incident
made me very hot, and I did not get cooler when my customer squatted down in the midst of the well-dressed
crowd, and began tearing his meat in the way I have before described as being so unpleasant. At the same
moment another dog by his side, with a very ragged coat, and queer little face, held up his paw to ask for "a
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remembered the time when I wanted it as much as he seemed to do, but for an unexpected meeting. Turning
my head at a rustling just behind me, I saw a well-dressed dog, with a hat of the last fashion placed so nicely
on his head that it seemed to be resting on the bridge of his nose, the smoke from a cigar issuing gracefully
from his mouth, and his head kept in an upright posture by a very stiff collar which ran round the back of his
neck, and entirely prevented his turning round his head without a great deal of care and deliberation, while a
tuft of hair curled nicely from beneath his chin, and gave a fine finish to the whole dog. But though I have
spoken of this Caneville fashionable, it was not he who caused the rustling noise, or who[Pg 37] most
attracted my attention. Tripping beside him, with her soft paw beneath his, was a lady-dog, whose very dress
told her name, at least in my eyes, before I saw her face. I felt sure that it was Fida, and I wished myself
anywhere rather than in front of that barrow with an ill-bred cur at my feet gnawing the penn'orth of meat he
had just bought of me. Before I had time to catch up my load and depart, a touch on my shoulder, so gentle
that it would not have hurt a fly, and yet which made me tremble more than if it had been the grip of a giant
animal, forced me again to turn. It was Fida; as beautiful and as fresh as ever, who gave me a sweet smile of
recognition and encouragement as she passed with her companion, and left me standing there as stupid and
uncomfortable as if I had been caught doing something wrong.

A CANINE BUTCHER
You will say that it was very ridiculous in me to feel so ashamed and disconcerted at being seen by her or any
other dog or doggess in my common dress, and following an honest occupation. I do not deny it. And in
telling you these things I have no wish to spare myself, I have no excuse to offer, but only to relate events and
describe feelings precisely as they were.

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That evening it seemed as if Nip and I had changed characters. It was he who did all the talking, while I sat in
a corner, full of thought, and answered yes or no to everything he said, and sometimes in the wrong place, I
am sure; for once or twice he looked at me very attentively, and winked in a way which proved that he was
puzzled by my manner.

The reason of his talkativeness was the success I had attained in my first morning's walk, for I had sold nearly
all the meat, and brought home a pocket full of small money. The cause of my silence was the unexpected
meeting with Fida, and the annoyance I[Pg 38] felt at having been seen by her in such a position. This was the
first time I had set eyes on her for several days. When we left our pretty country lodging, I wrote her a letter,
which Nip carried as usual to her house, but he was told that she had gone on a visit to some friends at a
distance, but that the letter should be given to her on her return. I had not, therefore, been able to inform her of
what we had been compelled to do, as I would have wished; but thus, without preparation, quite unexpectedly,
I had been met by her in the public street, acting the poor dogs' butcher, with the implements of my business
before me, and a dirty cur growling and gnawing his dinner at my feet. What made the matter more serious,
for serious it seemed to me, though I can but smile now to think why such a thing should have made me
uncomfortable, was, that the whole scene had taken place in so open a part, with so many grand and gay dogs
all round, to be witnesses of my confusion. I did not reflect that, of all the puppies who were strutting past,
there was probably not one who could have remembered so common an event as the passing of a butcher's
barrow; and if they looked at me at all, it was, doubtless, for no other reason than to avoid running against my
greasy coat and spoiling their fine clothes. These confessions will prove to you that I was very far from being
a wise dog or even a sensible one; all the books I had read had, as yet, served no other purpose than that of
feeding my vanity and making me believe I was a very superior animal; and you may learn from this incident,
that those who wish to make a proper figure in the world, and play the part they are called on to perform in a
decent manner, must study their lesson in the world itself, by mingling with their fellows, for books alone can
no more teach such knowledge than it can teach a dog to swim without his going into the water.

Nip and I had our dinner; and when it was over, my old friend went out to procure a supply of meat for the
next day's business. I sat at the window with my nose resting on the ledge, at times watching some heavy
clouds which were rolling up the[Pg 39] sky, as if to attend a great meeting overhead; at another moment,
looking at the curs in the streets, who were playing all sorts of games, which generally turned into a fight, and
often staring at the house opposite without seeing a single stone in the wall, but in their place, Fidas, and
puppies with stiff collars, and barrows with piles of meat, ready cut and skewered. I was awoke from this
day-dream by the voice of an old, but very clean doggess, inquiring if my name was Mr. Job? I answered that
I was so called, when she drew from her pocket and gave me a pink-coloured note, which smelt like a nice
garden, and even brought one to my view as plainly as if it had suddenly danced before me, and saying there
was no reply, returned by the way she had come.

I did not require to be told by whom it was sent. I knew the writing too well. The neat folding, the small but
clean address assured me that a lady's paw had done it all, and every word of the direction—

MASTER JOB,
In the Little Dogs' Street,
F. LOWER CANEVILLE.

spoke to me of Fida, and did not even need the F. in the corner to convince me of the fact. With her
permission, I here give you the contents:—

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"I am sorry I was away from home when your letter arrived, and would have told you I was going, but that I
thought the news might cause you pain, as I, by some mischance, had got my[Pg 40] tail jammed in a door,
and was forced to leave home in order to visit a famous doctor, who lives at some distance. He fortunately
cured me after a few days' illness, and the tail wags now as freely as ever, although it was very annoying, as
well as ridiculous, to see me walking up and down the room with that wounded member so wrapped up that it
was as thick as my whole body, and was quite a load to drag about.

"But, dear Job, I do not write this to talk about myself, though I am forced to give you this explanation of my
silence: what I wish is to say something about you. And to begin, as you have always been a good, kind dog,
and listened to me patiently when I have praised, you must now be just as kind and good, and even more
patient, because I am going to scold.

"Dear Job, when I met you this morning in your new dress and occupation, I had not then read your letter. I
had but just returned, and was taking a walk with my brother, who had arrived from abroad during my
absence. I knew you at once, in spite of your change of costume, and though I did not particularly like the
business you had chosen, I felt certain you had good reasons for having selected it. But when I looked in your
face, instead of the smile of welcome which I expected from you, I could read nothing but shame, confusion,
and annoyance. Why? dear Job, why? If you were ashamed of your occupation, why had you chosen it? I
suppose when you took it up, you resolved to do your duty in it properly; then why feel shame because your
friend sees you, as you must have thought she would one day see you, since the nature of your new business
carries you into different parts of the city?

"But, dear Job, I feel certain, and I would like you to be equally sure, that there is no need of shame in
following any busines which is honest, and which can be carried on without doing injury to others. It is not
the business, believe me, dear Job, which lowers a dog; he himself is alone capable of lowering himself, and
one dog may be truly good and noble, though he drive a meat-barrow about the[Pg 41] streets, while another
may be a miserable, mean animal, though living in a palace and never soiling his paws.

"I have a great deal more to say, my dear Job, upon this subject, but I must leave the rest till I see you. I have
already crossed and recrossed my note, and may be most difficult to understand where I most want to be clear.
Here is a nice open space, however, in the corner, which I seize on with pleasure to write myself most
distinctly,

"Your friend,
"Fida."

A variety of feelings passed through my mind as I read these lines. But they were all lost in my wonder at
Fida's cleverness in being able to read my face, as if it had been a book. I was grateful to her for the good
advice she gave me, and now felt ashamed for having been ashamed before. The best way I thought to prove
my thankfulness would be to act openly and naturally as Fida had pointed out, for I could not help confessing,
as my eyes looked again and again over her note, that she was quite right, and that I had acted like a very silly
animal.

I was interrupted during my reflections by the bursting of rain upon the house-roofs, and the stream which
rose from the streets as the large drops came faster and faster down. I went to the door to look for my old
friend, but not a dog was to be seen. I was surprised at the sight of the sky where I had observed the clouds
rising a little while before, for now those same clouds looked like big rocks piled one above another, with
patches of light shining through great caverns.

As I stared eagerly down the street, torrents of water poured from above, which, instead of diminishing,
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mere rain which was falling; the water came down in broad sheets, and changed the road into a river. I got
more and more anxious about old Nip. It was getting dark, and I[Pg 42] knew he was not strong. My hope was
that he had taken shelter somewhere; but I could not rest, for I was sure he would try and get home, if only to
quiet me. While running in and out in my anxiety—the water having meanwhile risen above the sill of
the door, and poured into our little house, where it was already above my paws—I spied a dark figure
crawling along the street, and with great difficulty making way against the beating of the storm. I at once
rushed out, and swimming rather than running towards the object, I found my poor friend almost spent with
fatigue, and scarcely able to move, having a heavy load to carry besides his own old limbs, which were not fit
to battle with such a tempest. I caught up his package; and assisting him as well as I was able, we at length got
to our cottage, though we were forced to get upon the bench that stood by the wall to keep our legs out of the
water. The rain had now become a perfect deluge. A stream of water went hissing down the street, and rushed
in and out of the houses as if they had been baths.

When Nip recovered breath, he told me that terrible things were happening in the parts of the city by the
waterside. The river had swollen so much, that some kennels had been carried away by the current, and it was
impossible to learn how many poor dogs had been drowned. This news made me jump again from the bench
where I had been sitting.

"What is it?" said Nip.

"I am going out, Nip," replied I. "I must not be idle here, when I can, perhaps, be of use somewhere else."

"That is true," said Nip; "but, Job, strong as you are, the storm is stronger."

"Yes, Nip," answered I; "but there are dogs weaker than myself who may require such assistance as I can give
them, and it is not a time for a dog to sit with his tail curled round him, when there are fellow-creatures who
may want a helping paw. So good-bye, old friend; try and go to sleep; you have done your duty as long
as[Pg 43] your strength let you, it is now for me to do mine." Without waiting for a reply, I rushed out at the
door.

It did not need much exertion to get through our street or the next, or the next after that, for as they all sloped
downwards, the water more than once took me off my legs, and carried me along. Sad as Nip's news had been,
I was not prepared for the terrible scene which met my eyes when I got near the river. The houses at the lower
part of the street I had reached had been swept away by the torrent, and a crowd of shivering dogs stood
looking at the groaning river as it rolled past in great waves as white as milk, in which black objects, either
portions of some kennel or articles of furniture, were floating. Every now and then, a howl would break from
a doggess in the crowd, as a dead body was seen tossed about by the angry water; and the same dolorous cries
might be heard from different quarters, mixed up with the roar of the river.

While standing with a group of three or four, staring with astonishment at the frightful scene, uncertain what
to do, a howl was heard from another direction, so piercing that it made many of us run to learn the cause. The
pale light showed us that the torrent had snapped the supports of a house at some distance from the river's
bank, but which the swollen stream had now reached, and carried away at least half the building. By some
curious chance, the broken timbers had become fixed for the moment in the boiling water, which, angry at the
obstruction, was rushing round or flying completely over them; and it was easy to see that in a very short time
the mass would be swept away. Upon the timbers thus exposed were three little pups scarce two months old,
yelping most dismally as they crouched together, or crawled to the edge of their raft; while on the floor of the
ruin from which this side had been torn away, was their poor mother, whose fearful howl had attracted us
thither, and who was running from side to side of the shattered hut as if she was frantic.

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Great as the danger was, I could not bear to think the wretched[Pg 44] mother should see her little ones
swallowed up by the stormy water, before her very eyes, without a single attempt being made to save them.
Although I could scarcely hope even to reach them in safety, and in no case could bring more than one of
them to land at once, if I even got so far, I resolved to make the trial. Better save one, I thought, than let all
die.

Holding my breath, I launched into the current in the direction of the raft, and soon found that I had not been
wrong in calculating the difficulties and dangers of the undertaking. It was not the water alone which made
the peril so great, though the eddies seemed at every moment to be pulling me to the bottom, but there were so
many things rushing along with the stream as to threaten to crush me as they flew by; and had they struck me,
there is no doubt there would have been an end of my adventures. Avoiding them all, though I know not how,
I was getting near the spot where the little pups were crying for their mother, when I felt myself caught in an
eddy and dragged beneath the water. Without losing courage, but not allowing myself to breathe, I made a
strong effort, and at last, got my head above the surface again; but where was the raft? Where were the
helpless puppies? All had gone—not a trace was left to tell where they had been—the river
foamed over the spot that had held them for a time, and was now rushing along as if boasting of its strength.

Seeing my intentions thus defeated, I turned my head towards the shore, resolving to swim to land. To my
surprise, I found that I made no progress. I put out all my strength—I fought with the water—I
threw myself forward—it was in vain—I could not move a paw's breadth against the current. I
turned to another point—I again used every exertion—all was useless—I felt my tired
limbs sink under me—I felt the stream sweeping me away—my head turned round in the agony
of that moment, and I moaned aloud.

My strength was now gone—I could scarce move a paw to keep my head down the river. A dark object
came near—it was a large piece of timber, probably a portion of some ruined building.[Pg 45] Seizing
it as well as my weakness would permit me, I laid my paws over the floating wood, and, dragging my body a
little more out of the water, got some rest from my terrible labours.

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AFLOAT
Where was I hurrying to? I knew not. Every familiar object must have been long passed, but it was too
obscure to make out anything except the angry torrent. On, on I went, in darkness and in fear—yes,
great fear, not of death, but a fear caused by the strangeness of my position, and the uncertainty before me; on,
on, till the black shores seemed to fly from each other, and the river to grow and grow until all land had
disappeared, and nothing but the water met my aching eyes. I closed them to shut out the scene, and tried to
forget my misery.

Had I slept? And what was the loud noise which startled me so that I had nearly let go my hold? I roused
myself—I looked around—I was tossing up and down with a regular motion, but could see
nothing clearly, I was no longer carried forward so swiftly as before, but the dim light prevented me making
out the place I was now in.

Suddenly, a flash broke from the black clouds, and for a single moment shed a blue light over everything.
What a spectacle! All around, for miles and miles and miles, was nothing but dancing water, like shining hills
with milky tops, but not a living creature beside myself to keep me company, or say a kind word, or listen to
me when I spoke, or pity me when I moaned! Oh! who could tell what I then felt, what I feared, and what I
suffered! Alone! alone!

When I think, as I often do now, of that terrible scene, and figure to myself my drenched body clinging to that
piece of timber, I seem to feel a strange pity for the miserable dog thus left, as it seemed, to die, away from all
his fellows, without a friendly howl raised, to show there was a single being to regret his loss—and I
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I remember a dimness coming over my eyes after I had beheld that world of water—I have a faint
recollection of thinking of Fida—of[Pg 46] poor Nip—of the drowning puppies I had tried in
vain, to save—of my passing through the streets of Caneville with my meat-barrow, and wondering
how I could have been so foolish as to feel ashamed of doing so—and then—and then—I
remember nothing more.

PAINS AND PLEASURES.

When I again opened my eyes after the deep sleep which had fallen upon me, morning was just breaking, and
a grey light was in the sky and on the clouds which dotted it all over.

As I looked round, you may well think, with hope and anxiety, still nothing met my view but the great world
of water, broken up into a multitude of little hills. I now understood that I was on the sea, where I had been
borne by the rushing river; that sea of which I had often read, but which I could form no idea about till this
moment.

The sad thought struck me that I must stop there, tossed about by the wind and beaten by the waves, until I
should die of hunger, or that, spent with fatigue, my limbs would refuse to sustain me longer, and I should be
devoured by some of the monsters of the deep, who are always on the watch for prey.

Such reflections did not help to make my position more comfortable, and it was painful enough in itself
without them. It was certain, however, that complaint or sorrow could be of no service, and might be just the
contrary, as the indulging in either would, probably, prevent my doing what was necessary to try and save
myself should an opportunity offer.

The grey light, in the meantime, had become warmer and warmer in its tone, until the face of every cloud
towards the east was tinged with gold. While I was admiring the beautiful sight, for it was so beautiful that it
made me forget for a time my sad position, my eyes[Pg 47] were caught by the shining arch of the rising sun,
as it sprang all of a sudden above the surface of the sea. Oh! never shall I forget the view! Between me and the
brilliant orb lay a pathway of gold, which rose, and fell, and glittered, and got at last so broad and dazzling,
that my eyes could look at it no longer. I knew it was but the sun's light upon the water, but it looked so firm,
that I could almost fancy I should be able to spring upon it, and run on and on until I reached some friendly
country. But alas! there seemed little chance of such a thing happening as my ever reaching land again.

As the sun got high up, and poured his rays on to the sea, I began to feel a craving for food, and, though
surrounded with water, yet the want of some to drink. When the thirst came upon me, I at first lapped up a few
drops of the sea-water with avidity, but I soon found that it was not fit to drink, and that the little I had taken
only made my thirst the greater. In the midst of my suffering, a poor bird came fluttering heavily along, as if
his wings were scarce able to support his weight. Every little object was interesting to me just then, and as I
sat upon my piece of timber I looked up at the trembling creature, and began comparing his fate with my own.
"Ah, Job," I said, half-aloud, "you thought, perhaps, that you were the only unhappy being in the world. Look
at that poor fowl; there he is, far away from land, from his home, from his friends, perhaps his little ones (for
many birds have large families), with tired wings, and not a piece of ground as broad as his own tail for him to
rest upon. He must go on, fatigued though he may be, for if he fall, nothing can prevent his death; the water
will pour among his feathers, clog his wings, and not only prevent him ever rising more into the air, but pull
him down until his life is gone. So, Job, badly off as you are just now, there is another, as you see, whose fate
is worse; and who shall say that in other places, where your eye cannot reach, there are not others yet so very,
very miserable, that they would willingly, oh! how willingly! change places with you, or with that poor
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This talk with myself quieted me for a time, and I felt a certain joy when I saw the bird slowly descend, and
having spied my uncomfortable boat, perch heavily on the other end of it. He did not do so until he had looked
at me with evident alarm; and, worn out as he was, and his heart beating as though it would burst through his
yellow coat, he still kept his eyes fixed upon me, ready to take wing and resume his journey, wherever he
might be going, at the least motion I should make.

Some time passed over in this way; myself in the middle, and Dicky at the end of the beam. We did not say a
word to each other; for, as I spoke no other language but my own, and he seemed about as clever as myself,
we merely talked with our eyes.

A thought now came into my head. My thirst returned, and I felt very hungry. What if I should suddenly dart
on little Dicky, and make a meal of him? I did not consider at the instant that, by so doing, I should be acting a
very base part, for Dicky had placed confidence in me; and killing him for trusting to my honour, and eating
him because he was poor and unfortunate, would be neither a good return nor a kind action. Luckily for
Dicky, and even for myself, although he was not able to speak foreign languages, he could read my meaning
in my eyes; for when I turned them slowly towards him, just to see my distance, he took alarm, and rose into
the air with a swiftness which I envied. I am sorry to say my only thought at first was the having lost my
dinner: but as I watched him through the air, flying on and on, until he diminished to a misty speck, and then
disappeared, my better feelings came back to me and said, "Oh, Job! I would not have believed this of you!"
"But," replied my empty stomach, "I am so hungry; without food, I shall fall in, and Job will die." "Let Job
die," said my better self again, in a cold, firm tone; "let Job rather die, than do what he would live to feel
ashamed of."

As the day wore on, I began to think that death only could relieve me; and the thought was very, very painful.
Nothing before and around but the salt waves—nothing above but the blue sky and hot[Pg 49]
sun—not even a cloud on which to rest my aching eyes. The want of water which I could drink was
now becoming terrible. When I thought of it, my head began to turn; my brain seemed to be on fire; and the
public basins of Caneville, where only the lowest curs used to quench their thirst, danced before me to add to
my torture; for I thought, though I despised them once, how I could give treasures of gold for one good
draught at the worst of them just then.

There is not a misfortune happens to us from which we may not derive good if our hearts are not quite
hardened, and our minds not totally impenetrable. Great as my sufferings were during this incident of my life,
I learnt from it much that has been useful to me in after years. But even if it had taught me no other truth than
that we should despise nothing which is good and wholesome, merely because it is ordinary, I should not have
passed through those sad hours in vain. We dogs are so apt, when in prosperity, to pamper our appetites, and,
commonly speaking, to turn up our noses at simple food, that we require, from time to time, to be reminded
on how little canine life can be preserved. All have not had the advantage of the lesson which I was blessed
with; for it was a blessing; one that has so impressed itself on my memory, that sometimes when I fancy I
cannot eat anything that is put before me, because it is too much done, or not done enough, or has some other
real or supposed defect, I say to myself, "Job, Job, what would you have given for a tiny bit of the worst part
of it when you were at sea?" And then I take it at once, and find it excellent.

As the sun got lower, clouds, the same in shape that had welcomed him in the morning, rose up from the sea
as if to show their pleasure at his return. He sunk into the midst of them and disappeared; and then the clouds
came up and covered all the sky. I suffered less in the cool evening air, and found with pleasure that it was
growing into a breeze. My pleasure soon got greater still, for, with the wind, I felt some drops of rain! The
first fell upon my burning nose; but the idea of fresh water was such a piece of good fortune,[Pg 50] that I
dared not give loose to my joy until the drops began to fall thickly on and around me, and there was a heavy
shower. I could scarcely give my rough coat time to get thoroughly wet before I began sucking at it. It was not
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down, the taste was fresher every moment, and soon got most delicious. I seemed to recover strength as I
licked my dripping breast and shoulders; and though evening changed to dark night, and the rain was followed
by a strong wind, which got more and more fierce, and appeared to drive me and my friendly log over the
waves as if we had been bits of straw, I felt no fear, but clung to the timber, and actually gave way to hope.

I must have slept again, for daylight was once more in the sky when I unclosed my eyes. Where was I now?
My sight was dim, and though I could see there was no longer darkness, I could make out nothing else. Was I
still on the rolling water? Surely not; for I felt no motion. I passed my paw quickly across my eyes to brush
away the mist which covered them. I roused myself. The beam of wood was still beneath me, but my legs
surely touched the ground! My sight came back to me, and showed me, true, the sea stretching on, on, on, in
the distance, but showed me also that I—oh, joy!—I had reached the shore!

When my mind was able to believe the truth, I sprang on to the solid land with a cry which rings in my ears
even now. What though my weakness was so great that I tumbled over on to the beach and filled my mouth
with sand? I could have licked every blade of grass, every stone, in my ecstacy; and when forced to lie down
from inability to stand upon my legs, I drove my paws into the earth, and held up portions to my face, to
convince myself that I was indeed on shore. I did not trouble myself much with questions as to how I got
there. I did not puzzle my brain to inquire whether the wind which had risen the evening before, and which I
felt driving me on so freely, had at length chased me to the land. All I seemed to value was the fact that I was
indeed there; and all I could[Pg 51] persuade myself to say or think was the single, blessed word, saved!

I must have lain some time upon the sand before I tried again to move, for when I scrambled on to my legs the
sun was high and hot—so hot, that it had completely dried my coat, and made me wish for shelter.
Dragging myself with some trouble to a mound of earth, green and sparkling with grass and flowers, I
managed to get on top of it; and when I had recovered from the effort, for I was very weak, looked about me
with curiosity to observe the place where I had been thrown.

The ground was level close to where I stood, but at a little distance it rose into gentle grassy hills, with short
bushes here and there; and just peeping over them, were the tops of trees still farther off, with mountains
beyond, of curious forms and rich blue colour.

While considering this prospect, I suddenly observed an animal on one of the hills coming towards me, and I
lay down at full length on the grass to examine who he might be. As he drew nearer, I was surprised at his
form and look (I afterwards learnt that he was called an ape), and thought I had never beheld so queer a being.
He had a stick in his right hand, and a bundle in his left, and kept his eyes fixed on the ground as he walked
along.

When he was quite close, I rose again, to ask him where I could procure food and water, of which I felt great
want. The motion startled him; and stepping back, he took his stick in both hands as if to protect himself. The
next moment he put it down, and coming up to me, to my surprise addressed me in my own language, by
inquiring how I came there. My astonishment was so great at first that I could not reply; and when I did speak,
it was to ask him how it happened that he used my language. To this he answered, that he had been a great
traveller in his day, and among other places had visited my city, where he had studied and been treated kindly
for a long time; that he loved dogs, and should be only too happy now to return some of the favours he had
received. This speech opened my heart; but before he would let me say more, he untied his bundle,[Pg 52] and
spread what it contained before me. As there were several savoury morsels, you may believe I devoured them
with great appetite—indeed, I hope Master Ximio's opinion of me was not formed from the greediness
with which I ate up his provisions.

After I had refreshed myself at a spring of water, we sat down, and I told him my story. He heard me patiently
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"Come, Job, come with me. A few days' rest will restore your strength, and you can return to your own city. It
is not a long journey over land; and with stout limbs like those, you will soon be able to get back and lick old
Nip again."

I need not dwell upon this part of my story, although I could fill many pages with the narration of Master
Ximio's dwelling, and above all of his kindness; he kept me two or three days at his house, and would have
detained me much longer, but, besides that I was anxious to return to Nip, I felt certain pains in my limbs,
which made me wish to get back to Caneville, as I did not like the idea of troubling my good friend with the
care of a sick dog. He was so kind-hearted, however, and showed me such attention, that I was afraid to say
anything about my aches, lest he should insist on keeping me. He seemed to think it was quite natural I should
desire to get home; and when he saw my impatience to depart, he assisted to get me ready.

Having supplied me with everything I could want on my journey, and pressed upon me many gifts besides, he
led me by a little path through the wood, until we came to the sea. "Along this shore," he said, "your road lies.
Follow the winding of the coast until you reach the mouth of a broad river, the waters of which empty
themselves into the sea. That river is the same which runs through your city. Keep along its banks and you
will shortly arrive at Caneville, where I hope you may find everything you wish—for I am sure you
wish nothing that is unreasonable. If pleasure awaits you there, do not, in the midst of it, forget Ximio. If,
against my hopes, you should find yourself unhappy, remember there is a home[Pg 53] always open to you
here, and a friend who will do his best to make you forget sorrow. Farewell!"

I was greatly moved at his words and the memory of his kindness. We licked each other
tenderly—murmured something, which meant a good deal more than it expressed—and then we
parted. I turned my head often as I went, and each time beheld Ximio waving his hand in the air; at last a dip
in the ground hid him from my sight, and I continued my journey alone.

It was fortunate I had been well furnished with provisions by my good friend, for as I proceeded, I found the
pains in my limbs so great that I could scarce drag one leg after the other, and should probably have died of
hunger, as I had no strength left to procure food, and did not meet with any more Ximios to assist me had I
stood in need. With long rests, from which I rose each time with greater difficulty,—with increasing
anxiety as I drew near my home, to learn all that had taken place during my absence,—and yet with
legs which almost refused to carry me; after many days that seemed to have grown into months,—they
were so full of care and suffering,—I toiled up a hill, which had, I thought, the power of getting steeper
as I ascended. At length I reached the top, and to my joy discovered the well-known city of Caneville, lying in
the plain beneath me. The sight gave me strength again. I at once resumed my journey, and trotted down the
hill at a pace which surprised myself. As I got warm with my exertions, the stiffness seemed by degrees to
leave my limbs; I ran, I bounded along, over grass and stone through broad patches of mud which showed too
plainly to what height the river had lately risen, out of breath, yet with a spirit that would not let me flag, I still
flew on, nor slackened my speed until I had got to the first few houses of the town. There I stopped indeed,
and fell; for it then seemed as if my bones were all breaking asunder. My eyes grew dim; strange noises
sounded in my ears; and though I fancied I could distinguish voices which I knew, I could neither see nor
speak; I thought it was my dying hour.[Pg 54]

From the mouths of Nip and others I learnt all which then occurred, and all that had passed after my supposed
loss on the night of the inundation. How my noble conduct (for so they were kind enough to call it, though I
only tried to do my duty, and failed) had been made known to the great dogs of Caneville, and how they had
sought after me to thank me for it;—how they had offered rewards to those who assisted in my
recovery;—how, when it was supposed that I was dead, they took Nip from our modest home, and
placed him in this present house, fitted with everything that could make him comfortable for
life;—how, when all hope was gone, my unexpected appearance brought a crowd about me, each one
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reward;—and how I was finally brought again to my senses through the care of our clever canine
doctors, and the kind nursing of dear old Nip.

It was long, however, before I recovered my legs sufficiently to be able to use them without support. My long
exposure at sea, the want of food, and the trouble I had gone through, during my involuntary voyage, had all
assisted to weaken me. But my anxiety to enjoy the fresh air again, took me out into the streets directly it was
thought safe for me to do so, and with a pair of crutches beneath my arms, I managed to creep about.

Never shall I forget the first time this pleasure was allowed me. The morning was so fresh and bright; the sun
shone so gaily upon the houses; the river, now reduced to its usual size, ran so cheerily along, that I got into
my old habit, and began to think they were all talking to me and bidding me welcome after my long illness.
Kind words were soon said to me in right earnest, for before I had got half-way down the street, with old Nip
just behind me,—his hat still adorned with the band which he had unwillingly put on when he thought
me dead and gone, and which he had forgotten to take off again,—the puppies ran from different
quarters to look up in my face and say, "How do you do, Job? I hope you are better, Job." Many a polite dog
took off his hat to bid me good morrow; and[Pg 55] praises more than I deserved, but which I heard with
pleasure, came softly to my ear, as I hobbled slowly along. Nip told me afterwards, that there had been
another in the crowd who kept a little back, and who, though she said nothing, seemed to be more glad to see
me than all the rest. I had not seen her, nor did he mention her name, but that was not necessary. My heart
seemed to tell me that it could only have been Fida.

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The idle life which I was compelled to spend gave me time for reflection, and I believe my mind was more
active during the few months my body was on crutches than it had been for years previous. My thoughts
received little interruption from Nip, who, after having recounted the events which had taken place during my
absence, had little more to say. The kindness of the great city dogs having removed all fear of want, or even
the necessity of labour, from our comfortable home, produced at first a pleasing effect upon me; but as my
strength returned, and I managed to walk about the room without assistance, a desire for active employment
became quite necessary to my happiness.

"What have I done, Nip?" I would often say, as I took my usual exercise in our modest parlour; "what have I
done, Nip, that I should be clothed, and fed, and housed, without labouring for such advantages, like the rest
of dog-kind? These paws, large and strong as they are, were never intended for idleness; this back, broad as it
is, was meant for some other purpose than to show off a fine coat; this brain, which can reflect and admire and
resolve, had not such capabilities given to it in order that they might be wasted in a life of ease. Work, Nip,
work; such work as a dog can do should be sought after and done, for nothing can be more shocking than
to[Pg 56] see an animal's powers, either of body or mind, wasted away in idleness."

Nip replied but little, although he winked his eyes very vigorously. I was used to his manner now, and could
understand his meaning without the necessity of words. Both his looks and gestures told me that he thought as
I did, and I only waited till I could use my own legs freely, to set about a resolution I had been forming in my
mind.

It was a happy day when I could again mix in the bustle of the streets, and find my strength once more
restored. The first use I made of it was to go to the great house where the chief dogs of Caneville are
accustomed to sit during a certain time of the day to judge matters relating to the city. When I arrived, they
were almost alone, and I was therefore able to present myself without delay, and explain my business.

I began by thanking them for what they had done for me and my old friend Nip, in providing us with a house
and with so many comforts. I told them, although the goodness of Nip rendered him worthy of every attention,
as he had grown old in a useful and laborious life, I had no such claims. I was still young—my strength
had come back to me—I had no right to eat the food of idleness where so many dogs, more deserving
than I, were often in want of a bone, but whose modesty prevented them making known their necessities. I
would still thankfully enjoy the home, which the kindness of the great animals of Caneville had furnished me,
but they must permit me to work for it—they must permit me to do something which might be useful to
the city in return, for I should devour the fare provided for me with a great deal more appetite, if I could say to
myself when I felt hungry, "Job, brother Job, eat your dinner, for you have earned it."

The assembly of dogs heard me with great attention to the end; not a bark interrupted my little speech, not a
movement disturbed my attention. I was pleased to see that tails wagged with approbation when I had
concluded, and was charmed to hear the chief[Pg 57] among them, who was white with age, express himself
delighted, yes, that was the word, delighted with my spirit.

"We are pleased, Job," he said, at the end of his reply, "we are pleased to observe that there are yet true dogs
in Caneville; there have been animals calling themselves so, whose character was so base, and whose manner
was so cringing, that they have brought disrepute upon the name; and we are sorry to say that in many
countries the title of a dog is given to the vilest and most worthless creatures. All the finer qualities of our race
have been lost sight of, because a few among us have been mean or wicked; and a whole nation has been
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'worthy subject,' and we shall be glad to give you all assistance in choosing an occupation in which you may
employ your time, and be of use to your fellow-creatures."

I should not have repeated this to you, as it is not, perhaps, necessary for my story, but that I wished to correct
an error, which many have made, concerning the character of this very dog. He has been described by several
as cold, and proud, and sometimes cruel; and yet to me he was warm, and friendly, and most kind. Do not you
think when we hear animals grumbling against their fellows, it would be just as well to think who the
grumblers are, before we form our opinions? or, at least, hear the opinions of many before we decide
ourselves?

I need not tell you all that passed between us, and what was said by this dog and by that, about the choice of
my occupation. It was agreed at last that I should be appointed chief of the Caneville police, as the place had
become vacant through the death of a fine old mastiff some days previous. I wonder whether he was a relation
of my own, for I have already told you my mother belonged to that great family. He had received some severe
wounds when trying to capture a fierce beast of the name of Lupo, the terror of the city, and he had died from
the effects of them in spite of all the care of the doctors. What made the matter worse, was the fact that
Lupo[Pg 58] was yet at liberty, and many dogs were afraid to go out at night for fear of meeting with this
terrible animal.

To tell the truth, I was rather pleased than otherwise that Lupo had still to be taken. It was agreeable to me to
think that work, difficult work, was to be done, and that I was called upon to do it. I felt proud at the idea that
the animals of the great city of Caneville would look up to me, to me, poor Job, as the dog chosen to releive
them of their fears, and restore security to their streets. "Job," I cried out to myself, in a firm tone, "Job, here is
a chance of being useful to your country; let no danger, no fear, even of death, stop you in the good work. Job,
you are called upon to perform a duty, and let nothing, mind nothing, turn you from it."

After I had become acquainted with all the dogs who were under my command, I spent much time each day in
exercising them, and in endeavouring by kind words, and by my own example, to make them attend strictly to
their work. I was pleased to observe that I succeeded. Some, who were pointed out to me as difficult to
manage, became my most faithful followers, and I had not been two months in my employment before all
were so devoted to me, that I believe they would have died to serve me.

In all this time, nothing had been heard of the terrible Lupo, and all my inquiries procured no information
concerning where he was to be found. I learned that he was not a native of Caneville, although his father once
belonged to the city. He was born in a country beyond the great wood, and his mother came from a fierce tribe
of wolves, who, although they a little resemble dogs in appearance, and speak a very similar language, are
much more ferocious, and seem to look upon the whole canine family as natural enemies.

The opinion began to spread in Caneville that Lupo had at length left the city, and the inhabitants, by degrees,
recovered their usual quiet; when, suddenly, the alarm spread more widely than before; as, two nights in
succession, some rich dogs were robbed and ill-treated, and one of them was lamed by the ferocity of the chief
of[Pg 59] the terrible band who had attacked them, and whose description convinced me it was Lupo.

These accounts caused me much pain, as I had neither been able to prevent the attacks, nor discover the
animals who had made them. In my desire to find out and capture the robbers, I could scarcely take food or
rest. I managed to sleep a little in the day-time, and at night, dressed in the simplest manner, so as to excite no
attention, I wandered quietly from street to street, stopping to listen to the slightest noise, and going in any
direction that I heard a murmur. One or two of my dogs generally followed at a distance, ready to assist me if
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It was a fine night. The moon and stars were brilliant in the sky, and made the blue all the deeper from their
own bright rays. I had been already two hours crawling through the lower parts of the city, and was mounting
the hill which led to a fine building where my steps often carried me—sometimes without my intending
it—in order to watch over the safety of those who slept within. It was the house of Fida—that
Fida who had been to me so kind, so tender; that Fida, who so patiently softened down my rudeness, and had
tried to teach me to know what was good by letting me become her friend.

I had nearly reached the top of the hill, and paused an instant to observe the bright light and dark shadows
which the house displayed, as the moon fell upon it, or some portion of the building interposed. Profound
sleep had fallen upon the city. The river might be seen from the spot where I was standing, running swiftly
along; and so deep was the silence that you could even hear the gush of the water as it fretted round some
large stones in the centre of the stream.

Suddenly there rose into the air from the ground above me, the sharp, clear howl of a female voice, and at the
same instant the sound of a rattle broke upon my ear as a signal of alarm. I sprang up the few feet which were
between me and the house with the speed of lightning, and turning rapidly the corner of the building,[Pg 60]
reached the principal entrance. One look told me everything: at an upper window, in a loose dress, was Fida
herself, springing the rattle which she held in her paw, with a strength that fear alone could have given her;
and below, where I myself stood, were four or five dogs differently engaged, but evidently trying to get into
the house.

A kick from my right leg sent one of them to the ground, and, with my clenched paw, I struck a blow at the
second. Never do I remember feeling such strength within me, such a resolution to attack twenty dogs if it
were necessary, although the next minute I might be torn in pieces. I have sometimes asked myself whether
the presence of Fida had anything to do with it, or if a sense of duty only inspired me. I have never been able
to reply to the question in a satisfactory manner. I only know that the fact was as I say, and that the blow I
gave was surprising even to myself; my paw caught the animal precisely under his chin, and sent him flying
backwards, with his nose in the air and his hat behind him; and as the moon shone brilliantly upon his
upturned face, I recognised the features described to me as those of Lupo. He lay so still upon the ground that
I thought he must be killed; so, leaving him for a moment, I pursued some others who were running off in the
distance, but did not succeed in catching them. I said a few cheering words to Fida at the window, and
returned to the spot of my encounter with Lupo; but instead of that terrible beast, found some of my own
followers, the father of Fida, and one or two servants, who had been roused by the tumult, and had come out
to learn the cause. Lupo was nowhere to be seen. He had either partly recovered from the blow, and had
managed to crawl away, or had been dragged off by some of his troop.

Nothing could have been more fortunate to me than this night's adventure. The father of Fida, who had seen
the attack from his window, was the head of one of the best families of dogs in Caneville, and being, besides,
very rich, he enjoyed great power. He was so pleased with what I had done, that he not only took a great
liking[Pg 61] to me himself, but he spoke of my conduct in the highest terms to the great assembly. I received
public thanks; I was admitted to the honour which I now hold, that of forming one of the second assembly of
the city; I was loaded with rich presents, and equally rich praise; and I may also date from that night, the
obtaining the richest gift of all, the gift which has made the happiness of my best years; I mean the possession
of my wife, the beautiful Fida.

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It is true that I did not procure that felicity at once. There were many difficulties to be got over before the
noble spaniel would think of allowing his daughter to become the wife of plain Mr. Job. His son, also, of
whom I have spoken previously, could not bear, at first, the idea of his sister not marrying some one as noble
as herself, and thought, very naturally, that she was far too good to have her fortunes united with mine. Fida
herself, however, was so firm, and yet so tender; so straightforward, and yet so modest, that she finally broke
down all opposition. She persuaded her father that no title could be more noble than the one I had acquired,
that of "Honest Job;" she won over her brother, by slily asking him, which among his grand companions could
have met a whole band of fierce dogs, with Lupo at their head, and, single-pawed, could have conquered them
all? By degrees, every objection was cleared away, and Fida became mine.

The chief interest of my life terminates here; for although, in my position as head of the police, I had many
other adventures, they were too much alike, and of too common an order, to be worth relating. Before I close,
however, I must mention a circumstance which occurred shortly after my battle with the robbers, as it is
curious in itself, and refers to an animal of whom I have before spoken.

I was quietly walking along a bye-street of Caneville, when a miserable, thin, little puppy came behind me,
and gently pulled my coat. On turning round to ask him what he wanted, he begged me in the most imploring
tone to come and see his father, who was very ill.[Pg 62]

"And who is your father, little pup?" I inquired.

"His name is Lupo," said the thin dog, in a trembling voice.

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"Lupo!" I cried out in surprise. "But do you not know who I am, and that I am forced to be your father's
greatest enemy?"

"I know, I know," the pup replied; "but father told me to come and seek you, for that you were good, and
would not harm him, if you knew he was so miserable." And here the little dog began howling in a way which
moved me.

"Go on," I said, after a moment; "go on; I will follow you."

As the little dog ran before, through some of the low and miserable parts of the city, the idea once came into
my head that perhaps this was a scheme of Lupo's to get me into his power. But the puppy's grief had been too
real to allow me to believe, young as he was, that he could be acting a part; so with a stout resolution I went
forward.

We arrived at a low and dirty kennel, where only the greatest misery could bear to live. We passed through a
hole, for so it appeared, rather than a doorway, and I found myself in a little room, lit by a break in the wall.
On the single poor bed lay a wretched object, gasping for breath, while a ragged pup, somewhat older than my
little guide, had buried his face in the clothes at the bottom of the bed. Three other tiny creatures, worn to the
bone with poverty and want of food, came crowding round me, in a way that was piteous to behold; and with
their looks, not words, for they said nothing, asked me to do something for their miserable parent. I procured
from a neighbouring tavern a bason of broth with which I succeeded in reviving the once terrible Lupo; but it
was only a flash before life departed for ever. In broken words, he recommended to my care the poor little
objects round. Bad as he was, he still had feeling for them, and it was easy to observe that at this sad moment
his thoughts were more of them than of himself; for when I promised to protect them, he pressed my paw with
his remaining strength to his hot lips, moaned faintly, and expired.

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CONSOLATION
[Pg 63]

My tale is over. Would that it had been more entertaining, more instructive. But the incidents of my career
have been few, and my path, with the one or two exceptions I have described, has been a smooth one. I have
heard it said that no history of a life, however simple, is without its lesson. If it be so, then perhaps some good
may be derived from mine. If it teach the way to avoid an error, or correct a fault; if any portion of it win a
smile from a sad heart, or awake a train of serious thought in a gay one, my dog's tale will not have been
unfolded in vain.

THE END.

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