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Those who may doubt of the dog's knowledge of the last great change in this life, will find some evidence to the contrary in the anecdote below, which is as penned by the friend to whose kindness it is duc,
“ Don was a fine Spanish pointer of the true good breed (his mother coming direct from Spain), and my dear father's most devoted and faithful attendant, more particularly so in his last illness. He was in the habit of getting on the bed and edging himself up to him as closely as possible ; but as my father grew worse he discontinued that practice, and contented himself with going round to lick the hand that was placed out for him! On the morning of the day my father died, Don seeing me (assisted by a friend) leading him from his dressing to the bed-room, he cast a most anxious and inquiring look in my poor father's face, scrutinizing us also, and then quietly left the room, (I picture to myself his expression at this distance of time !)--and I found that he had laid himself at the top of the landing-stairs, and he did not enter the room again. He seemed to comprehend what was taking place, and afterwards, when all was over, and I went and placed my arms around him, and said, “Dear old Don, your kind master is gone,' he looked at me in a sorrowful way, and with a countenance of sympathy, and from that moment he became most attached to me, and seldom quitted me if he could help it, and slept on that landing close to my room, which was opposite my father's.”,
On the same subject is added an extract from ‘Recollections of Labrador Life,' by De Boillieu.
“One day, the sea being too rough for aquatic sports I took my gun and strolled across the hills in search of wild fowl along the different small inlets.
“On one of the hills I could command two or more of these inlets, and when I reached the summit I fancied I heard a piteous moan as if from two or three dogs. Following the sound, I soon came upon the object which had attracted my attention. I found on a rock two dogs, half a dozen dead ducks, and a gun recently discharged.
“On my near approach I recognised the dogs and guessed who the missing party was; nearing the animals, they showed their dislike to my disturbing any of the articles on the rocks. Still, one gently wagged his tail as if he knew me, and with a sorrowful expression of countenance walked slowly to the edge of the rock, and raising his head towards the sky, gave three of the most piteous moans I ever heard, and then returned and lay down by his charge. All I could do, I could not get the dogs to leave the spot. There they stood, as if still hopeful they would hear their master's voice again, but this they never did.
“I marked the spot indicated by the dog and retraced my steps homeward, and having to pass the man's hut who, I felt, had met a solitary death, I informed the remaining crew of my suspicions, and then I heard that their companion had set out in the morning for the place where I had found the dogs, having seen some birds about the spot the previous day, and wishing to shoot them.
“The dogs remained at their post all night; no one could remove them. The next morning the sea was calm, three boats were launched, creepers placed in them, and off we went to the spot. I had no occasion to point out the place, for immediately on our approaching it the dog who had moaned over the rock, again did the same, and after a short search near the spot the body was found just under the cliff.
“On taking the corpse in the boat both dogs commenced howling, and followed the boats to the establishment, and would not again leave their dead master until he was put under ground. Nay, for some days after, these two dogs haunted the grave, and in whatever place they sat, kept their faces turned towards it, as if listening for the familiar call."
The following is to be found in ‘Sykes's Local Records':
“ December 10, 1805. - In the evening of this day, was found dead, on the road between Hexham and Haydon Bridge, Mr. Thomas Graham, tallow-chandler, of the latter place. His death was occasioned by a fall from his horse. It was very remarkable a strange dog was lying by the body when found, and would suffer no person to come near it till forced. It afterwards followed the body to Haydon-bridge, up into the chamber where it was laid, and being banished out of the room, it found his boots in another, and lay down upon them; it also followed close behind the body to the place of interment, and was seen many days afterwards howling and scratching upon the grave. The dog belonged to Mr. Armstrong, butcher, of Hexham. Mrs. Batey, of the Grey Bull Inn, Hexham, where Mr. Graham set out from, heard a dog howling horribly as Mr. Graham left her house.'
In the ‘Old Sporting Magazine,' vol. 79, it is mentioned, that a black poodle was seen in Paris to follow as sole mourner, the coffin of its late master from an hospital. The animal actually shed tears; and when the body disappeared,
rent the air with broken lamentations. A somewhat similiar instance to this, occurred not very many years ago at Melton Mowbray. A surgeon, Mr. Hose, died; and on the day of the funeral, his dog took precedence at the procession and walked before the coffin to the grave.
JE next quotation is from George Cartwright's Coast of
Labrador,' a voluminous and tedious work, but yet containing many points of interest, and which it is impossible to read without unbounded admiration of the indomitable stoicism of its hardy, intrepid, and humane author.
“ Monday, 28 January, 1771.-In the evening Guy arrived here, and informed me that on Friday last he should have accompanied Mr. Jones from Chateau to Seal Island, in his way to this place (in order to render that assistance to my maid servant Nanny, which she will soon stand in need of); but, as it was not convenient to him, Mr. Jones came off by himself: he added, that he had crossed the track of a man yesterday upon Niger Sound, who had gone down towards the
On hearing this I was much alarmed; for as Mr. Jones had not arrived at the island, I concluded that he must have lost his way, or some other misfortune befallen him.
“ Tuesday, 29.-At daybreak this morning, I sent off two men across the country to Chateau, to enquire if Mr. Jones had returned back again; I also sent another man with Guy to Niger Sound, to follow the track which he had observed there. In the evening, two of the Sealers arrived with a letter from Guy, informing me, that on Punt Pond he had met