Stories about Animals | Page 2

who controls and governs the animal kingdom. Here, as in every department of nature's works, these evidences abound, if we will but perceive them. Look at them, dear reader, and in your admiration of nature, forget not the love and reverence you owe to nature's God.
[Illustration: (signed) Francis C. Woodworth]

Contents.
The Dog
The Wolf
The Horse
The Panther
The Elephant
The Lion
The Galago
The Bear
The Rat
The Mouse
The Rabbit
The Hare
The Cat
The Jackal
The Sheep
The Deer
The Hippopotamus
The Weasel
The Squirrel
The Giraffe
The Monkey Tribe
The Zebra
The Ox and Cow
The Lama
[Illustration: "Engravings." Heading.]
Rover and his Play-fellow
The Dog at his Master's Grave
Nero, saving Little Ellen
The Servant and the Mastiff
The Child discovered by the Indian's Dog
The Dog of St. Bernard, rescuing the Child
The Bloodhound
Exploit of the New England Dog
A Shepherd Dog feeding a lost Child
A Newfoundland, saving a Child from drowning
The Adventure with the Serpent
The Russian Dog-Sledge
The Skirmish with Wolves
A Scene in the old Wolf Story
The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
The Horse watching over the Trumpeter
Parting with the Favorite Horse
Alexander taming Bucephalus
Uncle Peter and his queer Old Mare
The Horse sentenced to die
The Leopard and the Serpent
The Elephant
The Lion
The Lioness and her Cubs
The Convention of Animals
The Galago
Portrait of Goldsmith
The Juggler and his Pupils
Field Mice
The Rabbit Trap
The Rabbit
Tame Hares
Portrait of Cowper
Wonderful Feat of a Goat
The Tiger
The Rhinoceros
The Alligator
The Cat
The Jackal
The Wounded Traveler
Giotto, sketching among his Sheep
The Invalid and the Sheep
The Deer
The Hippopotamus
The Ferret Weasel
A Hawk pouncing on a Weasel
The Squirrel
The Giraffe
The Orang-outang
The Zebra
Cows, taking their comfort

Stories about Animals.

The Dog.
Whatever may be thought of the somewhat aristocratic pretensions of the lion, as the dog, after all, has the reputation of being the most intelligent of the inferior animals, I will allow this interesting family the precedence in these stories, and introduce them first to the reader. For the same reason, too--because they exhibit such wonderful marks of intelligence, approaching, sometimes, almost to the boundary of human reason--I shall occupy much more time in relating stories about them than about any other animal. Let me see. Where shall I begin? With Rover, my old friend Rover--my companion and play-fellow, when a little boy? I have a good mind to do so; for he endeared himself to me by thousands of acts of kindness and affection, and he has still a place of honor in my memory. He frequently went to school with me. As soon as he saw me get my satchel of books, he was at my side, and off he ran before me toward the school-house. When he had conducted me to school, he usually took leave of me, and returned home. But he came back again, before school was out, so as to be my companion homeward. I might tell a great many stories about the smartness of Rover; but on the whole I think I will forbear. I am afraid if I should talk half an hour about him, some of you would accuse me of too much partiality for my favorite, and would think I had fallen into the same foolish mistake that is sometimes noticed in over-fond fathers and mothers, who talk about a little boy or girl of theirs, as if there never was another such a prodigy. So I will just pass over Rover's wonderful exploits--for he had some, let me whisper it in your ear--and tell my stories about other people's dogs.
[Illustration: ROVER AND HIS PLAY-FELLOW.]
"Going to the dogs," is a favorite expression with a great many people. They understand by it a condition in the last degree deplorable. To "go to the dogs," is spoken of as being just about the worst thing that can happen to a poor fellow. I think differently, however. I wish from my heart, that some selfish persons whom I could name would go to the dogs. They would learn there, I am sure, what they have never learned before--most valuable lessons in gratitude, and affection, and self-sacrifice--to say nothing about common sense, a little more of which would not hurt them.
There is an exceedingly affecting story of a dog that lived in Scotland as long ago as 1716: This dog belonged to a Mr. Stewart, of Argyleshire, and was a great favorite with his master. He was a Highland greyhound, I believe. One afternoon, while his master was hunting in company with this dog, he was attacked with inflammation in his side. He returned home, and died the same evening. Some three days afterward his funeral took place, when the dog followed the remains of his master to the grave-yard, which was nearly ten miles from the residence of the family. He remained until the interment was completed, when he returned home with those who attended the funeral. When he entered the house he found the plaid cloak, formerly his master's, hanging in the entry. He pulled it down, and in defiance of all attempts to take it from him, lay on it all night,