I
think he had earned his breakfast, don't you?
[Illustration: OUR GOAT--"NAN."]
Another dog, who has a drinking-trough of his own, draws attention to it,
if it is allowed to go dry by scratching at it, till someone fills it with
fresh water.
May knows a very pretty story in verse about a little dog called Music, who
did all she could to save a greyhound, Dart, from drowning, when he had
gone down beneath the ice while trying to cross a frozen river. It must
have been a touching thing to see her standing on the broken edge, and
stretching out her paw, like a hand, to save him, while she as the poem
says,
"... makes efforts and complainings, nor gives o'er
Until her fellow sank, and reappeared no more."
Faithful, loving little Music failed to save her friend; but a Scotch dog
was the means of saving the life of his master, as he was crossing a river
on the ice. When the crash came, and he sank, he had the presence of mind
to support himself by means of his gun, which lay across the broken ice.
The dog, after making attempts to save his master, seemed to understand
that the only thing he could do for him was to leave him, and go in search
of help. So off he ran to the next village, and pulled at the coat of the
first man he saw, so earnestly, that he got the man to follow him, and was
in time to save the life of the drowning man.
But more remarkable still is the story of a strange dog who seems to have
been sent by God to protect a poor miner's house in his absence.
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