Title: Minnie's Pet Dog
Author: Leslie, Madeline, 1815-1893
Language: English
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[Illustration: LEO AND TINEY. Page 13.]

[Illustration: MINNIE and her PETS.
  BY MRS MADELINE LESLIE.
  MINNIE'S PET DOG.]



                        MINNIE'S PET DOG.


                               BY

                      MRS. MADELINE LESLIE,
  AUTHOR OF "THE LESLIE STORIES," "TIM, THE SCISSORS-GRINDER,"
                              ETC.


                          ILLUSTRATED.


                             BOSTON:
                        LEE AND SHEPARD,
              SUCCESSORS TO PHILLIPS, SAMPSON & CO.
                             1864.



Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1863, by

A. R. BAKER,

In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of
Massachusetts.

ELECTROTYPED AT THE BOSTON STEREOTYPE FOUNDRY.



                    TO MY YOUNG FRIEND,

                  HENRY FOWLE DURANT, JR.

                  =These Little Volumes=

               ARE AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED

                      BY THE AUTHOR,

  IN THE EARNEST HOPE THAT THEY MAY INCREASE IN HIM THAT
      LOVE OF NATURE AND OF RURAL LIFE WHICH HAS EVER
          EXERTED SO SALUTARY AN INFLUENCE IN THE
              FORMATION OF THE CHARACTERS OF
                    THE WISE AND GOOD.



MINNIE AND HER PETS.


  Minnie's Pet Parrot.
  Minnie's Pet Cat.
  Minnie's Pet Dog.
  Minnie's Pet Horse.
  Minnie's Pet Lamb.
  Minnie's Pet Monkey.



MINNIE'S PET DOG.



CHAPTER I.

TINEY AND LEO.


I have given an account of Minnie's pet parrot, and of Minnie's pet cat.
In this volume I shall give the reader an account of her pet dog, Tiney,
with anecdotes of other dogs.

Tiney was a spaniel. He had long, pendent ears, black, expressive
eyes, a short, well-rounded mouth, and long, silky hair. He was an
affectionate little fellow, who attached himself to every body in the
house. He was on the most friendly terms with Fidelle, often eating
sociably with her from the same plate. In summer, when Minnie liked to
play on the lawn, Tiney might be seen running here and there in
obedience to his young mistress, picking up a ball or stick, and
bringing it to her in his teeth.

If the truth must be told, Tiney was a dog that loved his own ease. In
the winter he liked to lie on the hearth rug in front of the glowing
fire, one eye partly open, to be sure that Fidelle, who was fond of
playing with his tail, committed no indignities with it.

Sometimes Minnie used to get out of patience with him for being so
sleepy; but her mother told her it was in consequence of his eating so
heartily, and taking no more exercise; and then the little girl would
drag him off out of doors, often sadly against his will, and entice him
into a frolic.

It was curious to see Tiney with Leo. The spaniel held the great dog in
awe, and never but once was known to go to the stable to see him.

The circumstances that led to this visit were very curious, and I must
relate them.

When Tiney first saw Leo, he was only a puppy, and I suppose was
frightened at the sight of so large a dog. He began to bark at him with
all his might. Mr. Lee wished to have them become friends; but this did
not appear so easy, for Leo, after looking disdainfully at the pup,
walked away with great dignity.

After this, whenever Tiney saw him, he began to bark, or rather to
growl; but Leo never took the least notice of him.

Tiney, however, was fond of running to the gate to see what dogs were
passing by. In this way, he formed many acquaintances, and some very bad
ones.

An express-man used to pass the house two or three times a week, and was
always accompanied by a large mastiff, a savage-looking dog, with a
deep bass voice.

One day, when the express-man's wagon was going by, Tiney began to jump
up before the horses' mouths and bark. The man spoke to the mastiff, who
at once flew at the spaniel, and shook him thoroughly.

Tiney cried out piteously, and walked back to the house a sadder if not
a wiser dog.

But he did not forget. On the day when the express-man passed again, he
paid the visit, I have mentioned, to Leo, and in some way made him
understand that he wanted to engage his services.

Leo agreed to revenge the insult that had been offered the little
fellow. When the mastiff came by, they were ready for him. Tiney did the
barking, while his defender caught the mastiff, and whipped him
severely.

Leo and Tiney then returned to the house together, when the spaniel
showed his gratitude by running back and forth before his friend, and
giving several short barks. But what was most remarkable was the fact,
that after this they returned to their old footing, Leo never
condescending to take any notice of his smaller companion, and Tiney
giving an occasional growl when he saw him approach.

When Minnie was in her eighth year, her parents went on a journey into a
distant state, and she accompanied them; but though she pleaded to take
Tiney with her, it was not allowed.

The next summer preparations were made for another journey, and there
was much conversation about it in the family circle.

One morning, when they were discussing the time of their being absent,
Mrs. Lee noticed that Tiney appeared very uneasy. He jumped repeatedly
into her lap, and from that to the floor, rubbing his sides against her
feet.

"What can Tiney want?" she said aloud. "I'm sure he is trying to make me
understand something."

"O, I wish he could go!" cried Minnie. "You know how sad he was when we
were gone before."

The spaniel, on hearing these words, gave a joyful bark, moving his
tail back and forth in an excited manner, and then looked wishfully in
her face.

"He seems to understand what we say," the lady went on, glancing with
some surprise at her husband.

"I have no doubt of it," he answered, smiling. "Here, Tiney! here, sir!"

The dog obeyed.

"Do you know, Tiney," he asked, "that we are going away?"

No reply.

"Would you like to go with us in the carriage?"

Tiney gave a short, quick bark.

"I'm afraid that would not do," added the gentleman, shaking his head.
"I fear you would be too much trouble."

No more was said, and the dog went across the room, his tail hanging
between his legs, and remained quietly on the corner of the sofa. They
noticed that he watched every movement closely, and that, if Minnie left
the room, he seemed uneasy till she returned.

"It is very strange that he can understand," remarked Mrs. Lee. "See, he
is not asleep, though he pretends to be; he is listening to what we
say."

Minnie laughed aloud. "It is too funny!" she exclaimed.

"I have heard of many cases," remarked her father, "where it was evident
that dogs understood well certain words uttered in their presence."

"O, father," urged Minnie, "do please tell them to me."

He looked at his watch, and then began:--

"A gentleman by the name of Taylor was once travelling in Spain. He
arrived early one evening at a village inn, and sat down before a stove
to dry his boots. Close by him was a dog, which watched him very
attentively.

"'What can you give me for supper?' the gentleman inquired of the
hostess.

"'Some eggs,' was the reply.

"'No; they are too mawkish.'

"'A rabbit?'

"'That is too indigestible.'

"The attention of the dog seemed to become more and more directed to
the conversation.

"'Some ham?' the woman added.

"'No,' said Mr. Taylor; 'that would make me too thirsty.'

"'Some pigeons?'

"The dog here stood up.

"'No; there is no nourishment in them.'

"'A fowl?' said the hostess, on which the dog started hastily out of the
room.

"'What is the matter with your dog?' asked the gentleman, noticing a
smile on the woman's face.

"'O, nothing at all,' was her reply; 'he only wishes to escape his work.
He is anxious to know what you decide upon; for if you say a fowl, he is
sure he will have to turn the spit.'"

Both Mrs. Lee and Minnie laughed heartily at this anecdote.

"That story reminds me of Dr. Kane's old dog Grim," said Mrs. Lee. "He
was a curious old fellow."

"O, will you please tell me about it, mamma?" cried Minnie.

"Yes, my dear. He was very aged; his teeth, almost gone; and his limbs,
once so nimble, now covered with warts and ringbones.

"In the intense cold of the arctic regions Grim suffered much, and at
last, by a system of patient watching at the door of the deck-house,
together with a curious wag of his tail, pleading for admittance, he was
allowed a place in the warm room, and used Dr. Kane's seal-skin coat as
a bed for weeks together.

"Somehow or other, when the dogs were being harnessed into their sledges
for a journey, old Grim was sure to be missing; and one time, when he
was detected hiding in a barrel, to avoid the labor of drawing the
sledge, he began to limp badly, as if he were very lame.

"'Poor fellow,' said one of the men, 'he must be left at home.'

"Strange to say, he was lame ever after, except when the team was off
from the ship.

"Run and get the book about animals, on the third shelf in the library,"
said Mr. Lee, "and I will read you a story."

Minnie flew to obey him, and Tiney, wagging his tail, slowly followed,
but came back presently, and resumed his place on the sofa.



CHAPTER II.

BOSE AND THE WIG.


"Here," said Mr. Lee, "is an account Mr. Hogg, the Ettrick Shepherd,
gives of his dog Hector.

"'I am sure,' he says, 'that the dog comprehends a good deal that is
said in the family; and that his attention and impatience become
manifest whenever any thing is said about either him, the sheep, or the
cat.

"'One evening I said to my mother, "I am going to Bowerhope for a
fortnight; but I shall not take Hector with me, for he is constantly
quarrelling with the other dogs, or breeding some kind of an uproar."

"'My mother answered me, promptly, "I am glad of it; I like best to have
him at home."

"'Nothing more was said on the subject. The next morning was rainy, and
I did not start till after breakfast. When I was ready, I ordered a
servant to shut Hector up for a few hours, that he might not follow me.
The servant presently reported that the dog was nowhere to be found.

"'When I reached St. Mary's Lock, I found the river so swollen, I had to
get across in a boat; and yet, when I arrived at Bowerhope, I found
Hector, very wet, sitting on a knoll, impatiently awaiting me.'"

"In Bath, England, there were at one time a large number of dogs
employed in cooking-houses, to turn the spits used in roasting fowls.
These animals were fond of following the crowd on the Sabbath, and
collecting together, during divine service, in the Abbey Church.

"On one occasion, the clergyman happened to use the word 'spit,' which
reminded the dogs of their neglected duties, and, seized with remorse,
they all ran home in a hurry."

"Why, father," cried Minnie, much astonished, "I should not think the
people would let so many dogs go to church."

"Perhaps they could not prevent it," he answered, laughing. "Dogs are
often fond of accompanying their owners to church. I remember Leo tried
it several times when I first bought him. He seemed to understand
perfectly well when Sunday came, and, as he knew I did not approve of
his intruding, he would run off and creep into the pew without leave."

"And did he keep still, father?"

"Yes; I never knew him to make much noise, except as he occasionally
turned himself over, but I was in constant fear of his doing so, and
determined to break up the habit.

"Early one Sabbath morning, before the ringing of the first bell for
church, I went out to the stable to tell John to shut him up before he
took out the carriage. He said he had not seen him for an hour or more.
When I alighted at the door of the church, there was Leo, waiting to
follow me up the aisle.

"The next week I thought I would be in season, and had Leo shut up on
Saturday. He cried incessantly, when the bells rang on Sunday; but I
told John not to let him out until after our return from the evening
service.

"When Saturday came again, Leo took the precaution to be off, and
enjoyed a whole day of church going, coming in and scratching at the
door of the pew to gain my attention.

"I felt almost guilty, when I reflected on his desire to keep the
Sabbath. I think he came to know which was the sermon and which the
prayer, for during the latter he invariably stood up. It was only by
persevering effort that I convinced him his church-going propensity
could not be allowed. But now, though you know he often accompanies me
when I ride on horseback, and follows the carriage when we all go, he
never attempts to do so on the Sabbath."

"I remember," said Mrs. Lee, "when I was a young girl, visiting a lady
who had a beautiful spaniel, of whom she made a great pet. When she went
out to ride, Doll expected to go with her as a matter of course; and if
the weather was cold, the dog was wrapped in embroidered blankets, like
a baby.

"One Sabbath day we were preparing to go to church, and I wondered
whether Doll would go too; or, if not, how she would bear the
disappointment.

"To my astonishment the spaniel, though she whined a little, made no
effort to accompany us by running here and there, as usual, and uttering
short, joyful barks. She sat at the window gazing earnestly after us,
but making no attempt to follow.

"'She knows well enough,' said the lady, 'that she must not go to
church, though I cannot imagine how she tells when Sunday comes.'

"There's a curious story," remarked Mr. Lee, "often told of a number of
dogs in a village in Bohemia. These animals, including a large mastiff,
belonging to a nobleman in the place, had a practice of going regularly
to church.

"This at last excited the attention of the town authorities, and at a
meeting of the court, a magistrate, who presided, said in a loud,
decided tone,--

"'No dogs shall be allowed in church; let me not see one of them in
future!'"

"The mastiff was present, and seemed to listen with attention. Nor
without effect; for on the ensuing Sunday he rose early, and ran round
the village, barking at all the dogs. He then took his station near the
door of the church; and when a dog came up, unmindful of his
prohibition, he instantly killed him. Ever after he took on him this
post of sentinel before the church, but not once was he known to enter
it."

"What a queer dog!" exclaimed Minnie, "and how strange that he should
have known what the magistrate said!"

Mr. Lee laughed. "Do you remember," he asked, turning to his wife, "the
story we heard long ago of that old gentleman in Portsmouth, New
Hampshire, who had such a knowing dog?"

"Yes, I remember. Minnie will be interested to hear that."

"O, yes, father!"

"It seems his dog was so intelligent that he could do almost every thing
but talk. Among other things, he was in the constant habit of attending
church with his master. The old gentleman wore a wig, and having
purchased a new one, donned it for the first time on Sunday morning,
leaving the old one hanging on a chair in his bed room.

"It happened that Bose had been taking a nap that morning in the garden,
and did not awake in time to accompany his master to church. He entered
the house, and perceived at once that he was late; but on seeing the
wig, he imagined it had been forgotten, and catching it in his teeth,
before he could be stopped, disappeared with it into the street.

"The old gentleman's feelings may be imagined, when, in the commencement
of the sermon, he saw Bose quietly trotting along the aisle, in full
view of all the congregation, with the wig in his mouth, not stopping
till he reached the familiar pew."

"I fancy the good man wished his dog had remained at home," said Mrs.
Lee, laughing heartily; while Minnie, who did not seem exactly to
understand, exclaimed,--

"I thought, mamma, that wigs were fastened on like hair. I'm sure aunt
Mary never takes hers off."

Mr. Lee suddenly started up. "This is not doing my business," he
exclaimed. "If I don't look out sharp, I shall miss an appointment.
Run, Minnie, to the barn, and tell John to put the black mare into the
buggy as quickly as possible."

Before he had put on his boots, she came back, out of breath, calling
out,--

"John has harnessed, father; so you can go at once."

Soon after he had gone, Mrs. Lee went up stairs to make farther
preparations for their journey. She had already directed Anne, a woman
who had long been in the family, to put Minnie's dresses into a trunk.
What was her surprise, when she entered the room, to see Tiney sitting
on them, the trunk being left open!

Poor creature! He had taken this method to ascertain the moment of their
leaving, probably that he might follow them, as he was sure they would
not go without Minnie's clothes.



CHAPTER III.

LEO AND THE MONKEY.


Leo had two very strong friends at the stable, with whom he passed much
of his time. These were some large pigs, occupying a nice, warm pen on
the south side of the barn.

When Leo left his own house to make them a visit, they received him with
a grunt of welcome. One cold night, the hostler went, at a late hour,
into the stable with his lantern, to see that all the animals were
comfortably bedded. As he approached the pig-pen, he was surprised to
hear a loud snoring, unlike the noise pigs make in their sleep. He
entered cautiously, fearing a straggler had sought shelter there. This
fear was quickly changed to mirth, however, as he saw Leo lying on his
back between the two pigs, his feet extending some distance below them,
while they were pressed closely up to his body, to impart to him as much
as possible of their warmth.

A few weeks after this, one of the pigs was carried away by the butcher
to be killed. Leo mourned for his friend, and paid redoubled attention
to the one who was left, as if to make up to him for the loss of his
companion.

I don't know that I have described Leo.

He was a large, shaggy dog, of the Newfoundland breed, black as jet,
with a white tip to his bushy tail, and three white feet.

Leo's eyes were very bright, and his whole countenance remarkably
intelligent. He was a most useful animal about the stable, always giving
notice by a loud, fierce bark, when a stranger, and particularly an
ill-dressed one, tried to enter. He was good-natured, too, and was never
but once known to bite or seriously injure any person.

One day, the hostler, having gone into the city, left Leo in charge of
the stable, as usual. About noon, a man entered and began to walk
around.

After a few loud, prolonged barks, which brought no one to his aid, Leo
concluded he must take care of the man himself. Every step that the
stranger went he followed him, not molesting him in any way until the
man took down a handsome fur robe from the shelf, and secreted it in the
hay, near the window. He then proceeded to leave, when Leo caught him
and held him fast.

Nearly an hour later, when the hostler returned, they were still in this
position, the robber frightened almost out of his wits, and not daring
to move lest the dog should kill him.

Being closely questioned by the hostler, he acknowledged his theft, and
said that he had intended to come in the night and take away the robe,
which he knew was valuable, by removing the window.

While he was talking, Leo watched him narrowly, and then followed him
from the barn, growling continually.

Leo was very fond of his young mistress, whom in her babyhood, he had
many times carried on his back around the gravelled walks near the
house.

Minnie was fond of him too, and sometimes put her arms around his neck
and kissed him.

When he saw her coming, he always ran to meet her, wagging his tail with
pleasure.

But there was one member of the family Leo did not like at all, and no
inducements which his master could urge would bring him on even decently
friendly terms with him.

This was Jacko, the monkey, who by his grinning and chattering, and
uncouth gestures, so disgusted the great dog, that he kept as far from
his cage as possible.

One morning, about three months after Minnie's cousin Ida had come to
reside with them, the little girl was taken suddenly ill. When she was
partially recovered, it was curious to see her sitting bolstered up in
bed, with so many pets around her.

First, there was Poll, hopping up and down from her perch to the floor
of the cage, chattering continually between her fits of coughing, "I'm
sick! I'm sick! O, what a cold!" and then, changing her tone, "better
now! better to-day!"

On the bed were Fidelle and Tiney, the latter nestled closely under his
little mistress's arm.

By the side of the couch, with his fore paws resting on the white
counterpane, stood Leo, grave and dignified, seeming to realize more
than any of them what a sad thing it was for Minnie to be lying there,
instead of running over the grounds as usual.

Just at this moment, Anne came into the room bringing Jacko, who began
to grin and chatter with delight.

Mrs. Lee directed the woman to fasten the monkey's chain tightly to the
post of the bedstead, and let him have his liberty; but she soon
regretted having done so, for Leo, who had bristled up the moment Jacko
came in, with a deep growl sprang upon him, and would have torn him in
pieces, had not the united force of several persons present caught the
little fellow away, and shut him in a closet.

The excitement proved too much for Minnie, and she began to sob
hysterically.

Leo came to lick her hand, apparently aware that he had done wrong, but
she cried out,--

"Go away, you naughty dog. I don't love you at all now."

Leo was presently sent from the room. Jacko, after overturning every
thing in the closet, was returned to his cage, and then, in order to
soothe the little girl, Mrs. Lee proposed that Ida should bring the
book, and read some anecdotes about dogs.

The first one she read was this:--

"Rev. James Simpson, of Edinburgh, had a large Newfoundland dog. At one
time he resided at Libberton, about two miles out of the city, in a
pleasant house surrounded with a garden.

"One sacrament Sunday, the servant, who was left at home in charge of
the house, thought it a good opportunity to entertain her friends, as
her master and mistress were not likely to return home till after the
evening service, about nine o'clock.

"The company assembled, and wandered together over the house and
grounds, the dog accompanying them wherever they went in the most
attentive manner, and seeming greatly pleased.

"As the time approached for Mr. and Mrs. Simpson to return, the party
prepared to separate, and at last proceeded to do so; but the dog, the
instant they went to the door, interposed.

"Planting himself firmly before the entrance, he would not allow one of
them to touch the handle. While they were quiet, he offered no force;
but the moment they attempted to move, he became furious; and with deep,
angry growls and a menacing manner, drove them back into the kitchen,
where he kept them till the arrival of his master and mistress.

"The surprise of the good clergyman and his wife may be imagined, when,
on entering the house, they found a party assembled there at so late an
hour, and the dog standing sentinel over them.

"Being thus detected, the guilty servant acknowledged her crime, when
her friends were allowed to depart, after being admonished by the worthy
divine in regard to the proper use of the Sabbath.

"Soon after this, Mr. Simpson was obliged to leave his country residence
on account of his children's education, and remove into Edinburgh.
Speaking one day to a friend, he said, 'I regret extremely that I shall
be obliged to part with my faithful dog, as he is too large to be kept
in a city house.'

"The animal was present, and heard him say this, and must have
understood what was meant, for he disappeared that very evening, and was
never afterwards heard from."

Minnie was silent a few minutes when her cousin ceased reading, and
then said, half crying,--

"I'm afraid Leo will go away, for I told him I did not love him."

Ida gayly approached the window, expecting to see the dog, as usual at
this hour, sunning himself in front of the stable; but as she did not,
she offered to go and find him. She had scarcely reached the hall when
she met him coming up the stairs. He looked wishfully in her face, and
then went to Minnie's door, and began to scratch upon it.

Ida opened it, wondering what he wanted, when Leo, with his tail between
his legs as if conscious he had done wrong, went directly to the couch,
and putting his cold nose into Minnie's hand, asked, as well as he
could, to be forgiven for his offence.

"I do love you, Leo," she exclaimed, caressing him; "you're a real good
dog; and you won't hurt Jacko again. Poor Jacko!"

On hearing these words, Leo began to wag his tail joyfully, and then,
putting his paws on the bed, licked the hand she playfully held out to
him.



CHAPTER IV.

THE FAITHFUL DOGS.


"O, cousin Minnie," cried Ida, "here are some beautiful stories. Let me
read them to you."

"An English terrier was brought up in a family where there was a little
girl, with whom he was a great favorite. For hours together they amused
each other, the dog readily yielding obedience to every wish of his
little friend. One day, however, when they were at play in the nursery,
the mother was startled by a quick snarl from the terrier, expressive of
temper and violence.

"Alarmed for her child, she rushed to the dog and drove him angrily
away; but after the closest examination, she could find no trace of
injury inflicted on the little girl, and she soon, forgot both the
outcry and alarm.

"Meantime poor Fido had not ventured from the corner where he had been
driven in disgrace, but remained for a long time pensive and quiet in
his retreat. At last, when his little playmate began to look round for
him, he came slowly forward to the mother of his companion, and sitting
directly before her, with a touch of his paw solicited her attention.

"'What is it, Fido?' she asked.

"He rose gently, and placed something on the carpet at her feet.

"It was a pin, which she lifted up and examined, every motion closely
watched by the dog. His pleading eye was too obvious to be
misunderstood, and by questioning the child, the whole was soon
explained. The pin had come in her way, and, in the fun of childhood,
she had tried to make a pin-cushion of Fido's nose. The snarl was
caused by pain, and the snap following removed the dangerous weapon from
unsafe hands.

"The lady patted the dog, calling him 'good Fido,' when he at once
turned to his favorite, to assure her of his forgiveness, and to ask
that they might be friends again. And so they were ever after."

"That is a very good story," said Minnie, smiling. "I wish you would
read another one as good."

"Here is one," responded Ida, having cast her eye over it, "which is
rather sad."

"A gentleman named Llewelyn had a fine hunter, which he called Gelert.
One day, the dog refused to accompany his master to the chase, which
made him very angry.

"Gelert always kept sentinel at night at the door of his bedchamber,
and, on his return from the chase, Llewelyn met the dog coming from the
room, covered with blood. He entered in great haste, alarmed for the
safety of his child, when he found the bed overturned, and the coverlet
stained with gore. In an agony of apprehension, he called aloud to his
boy, but received no answer, and rashly concluded that the babe had been
killed by Gelert.

"Without stopping to reflect upon the fondness the animal had always
manifested for the child, he ran his sword through the poor creature's
body.

"Roused from his slumber by Gelert's dying yell, the infant awoke, when
the father, advancing, found to his heart-rending remorse, a gaunt wolf,
torn and bleeding, tremendous even in death, lying on the floor near the
tender nursling. The faithful dog had seen the wolf prowling about,
and, refusing to accompany his master to the chase, of which he was
extremely fond, placed himself near the couch of the boy, and in the end
saved his life, though, as it proved, at the sacrifice of his own.

"Llewelyn, who never could forgive himself, afterwards built a chapel,
and raised a tomb to the memory of his faithful dog, who fell a victim
to a momentary passion. This tomb is still called Beth-Gelert, or the
tomb of Gelert; multitudes have there heard the account of his bravery
and his untimely death."

"How very sorry he must have been!" exclaimed Minnie, tears filling her
eyes.

"Read that account of the Stockholm dog," said Mrs. Lee.

"Yes, aunt; but first here is a story of the fidelity of a dog, which is
very affecting."

"A French merchant, having some money due from a correspondent, set out
on horseback, accompanied by his dog, on purpose to receive it. Having
settled the business to his satisfaction, he tied the bag of money
before him, and began to return home. His faithful dog, as if he entered
into his master's feelings, frisked round the horse, barked, and jumped,
and seemed to participate in his joy.

"After riding some miles, the merchant alighted to repose himself under
an agreeable shade, taking the bag of money in his hand, and laying it
down by his side under a hedge, when, upon remounting, he unfortunately
forgot it.

"The dog perceived his want of recollection, and wishing to rectify it,
ran to fetch the bag; but it was too heavy for him to drag along. He
then ran to his master, and by crying, barking, and howling, tried to
remind him of his mistake.

"Unfortunately, the merchant did not understand his language; but the
assiduous creature persevered in his efforts, and after trying to stop
the horse in vain, at last began to bite his heels.

"The gentleman, absorbed in some reverie, wholly misunderstood his
animal's expostulations, and entertained the alarming apprehension that
he had suddenly gone mad. Full of this suspicion, in crossing a brook,
he turned back to see whether the dog stopped to drink. The faithful
creature was too anxious concerning his master's business to think of
it, but continued to bark and bite with greater violence than before.

"'Mercy!' cried the affrighted merchant, 'it must be so? My poor dog is
certainly mad. What shall I do? I must kill him, lest some greater
misfortune befall me; but with what regret! O, could I find any one to
perform this cruel office for me! But there is no time to lose; I myself
may become a victim if I spare him.'

"With these words he drew a pistol from his pocket; and with a trembling
hand took aim at his faithful servant. He turned away in agony as he
fired; but his aim was too sure. The poor animal fell wounded, and
weltering in his blood, still endeavored to crawl toward his master, as
if to tax him with ingratitude. The merchant could not bear the sight:
he spurred on his horse with a heart full of sorrow, and lamented that
he had taken a journey which had cost him so dear. Still the money never
entered his mind; he only thought of his poor dog, and tried to console
himself with the reflection that he had prevented a greater evil than he
had suffered a calamity by despatching a mad animal. But even this
thought did not quiet him.

"'I am most unfortunate,' said he to himself; 'I had almost rather have
lost my money than my dog.'

"Saying this, he put out his hand to grasp his treasure. It was missing;
no bag was to be found. In one instant his eyes were opened to his
rashness and folly. 'Wretch that I am!' he cried; 'I alone am to blame.
I could not understand the caution which my innocent and most faithful
friend gave me; and I have sacrificed him for his zeal. He only wished
to inform me of my mistake; and he has paid for his fidelity with his
life!'

"Instantly he turned his horse, and went off at full gallop to the
place where he had stopped. He saw with half averted eyes the scene
where the tragedy was acted; he perceived the traces of blood as he
proceeded; he was oppressed and distracted; but in vain he looked for
his dog; he was not to be seen on the road.

"At last he arrived at the spot where he had alighted. But here his
heart bled afresh. He was entirely overcome. The poor dog, unable to
follow his dear but cruel master, had determined to consecrate his last
moments to his service. He had crawled, all bloody as he was, to the
forgotten bag, and in the agonies of death, he lay watching beside it.

[Illustration: THE DOG FAITHFUL TILL DEATH. Page 92.]

"As soon as he saw his master, he testified his joy by wagging his tail.
He could do no more; he tried to rise, but his strength was gone. The
vital tide was ebbing fast; and even the caresses of his master could
not prolong his life for a few moments. He stretched out his tongue to
lick the hand that was now fondling him in the agonies of regret, as if
to seal forgiveness of the deed that had deprived him of life. He then
cast a look of love on his master, and closed his eyes in death."



CHAPTER V.

CANICHE AND THE TRAVELLER.


Mr. Lee returned one day from the city with a party of friends who had
been invited to visit them. They were all seated at the tea table, when
a quick ringing of one of the chamber bells attracted their attention.

The gentleman glanced at his wife, who at once noticed that all the
family were present at the table, and only answered by the words, "Who
can it be?"

"It is Maria or Emily Otis, from the city," he answered, smiling. "They
came, I suspect, in the noon train, and have taken this method to
announce their arrival."

At this moment the bell was rung again, and more furiously than before.

Minnie sprang up, and ran from the room. She reached the chamber just
as a servant was opening the door. What was their surprise, instead of
the expected guest, to see Tiney standing on his hind feet pulling the
bell rope! He had accidentally been shut into the chamber, and took this
means to get out.

The child ran down with the news, and Tiney, who followed her, was quite
the hero of the occasion.

After dinner, the conversation turned upon the intelligence and
fidelity of dogs, when one of the gentlemen related the following
singular incident, which he said was strictly true:--

"An English officer, who was in Paris somewhere near the year 1815, was
once crossing one of the bridges over the Seine, when a poodle dog
rubbed against his boots, which had just been polished, dirtying them so
much that he was obliged to go to a man stationed on the bridge to
clean them.

"The same circumstance having occurred more than once, his curiosity was
excited, and he watched the dog. He saw him roll himself in the mud of
the river, and then station himself where he could see a person with
well-polished boots, against which he contrived to rub himself.

"Finding that the shoe-black was the owner of the poodle, he taxed him
with the artifice; and after a little hesitation, he confessed that he
had taught the dog the trick, in order to procure customers for himself.

"The officer, being much surprised at the dog's sagacity, purchased him
at a high price, and carried him to England. He kept him tied up in
London some time, and then released him. The poodle remained with him a
day or two, and then made his escape. A fortnight afterwards, he was
found with his former master, pursuing his old trade of dirtying
gentlemen's boots on the bridge."

"Your story, which is a capital one," remarked another gentleman of the
company, "reminds me of something I read lately, which, if not well
vouched for, I should scarcely have credited.

"A man by the name of Edward Cook, after having lived some time with
his brother in Northumberland, came to the United States, bringing with
him a pointer dog, which he lost soon afterwards, while shooting in the
woods near Baltimore.

"Some time after, his brother and sister, who continued to reside in
Northumberland, were alarmed at hearing a dog in the night. They arose,
admitted it to the house, and found, to their surprise, it was the same
their brother had taken with him to America. The dog lived with them
until Mr. Edward Cook returned, when they mutually recognized each
other.

"They were never able to trace by what vessel the dog had left America,
or in what part of England it had been landed."

"One of the best stories I have heard of the sagacity of a dog,"
remarked a lady, "was the account of Caniche, which, if not familiar to
you, is well worth repeating."

Mr. Lee begged her to favor the company with the story, when she began.

"Once upon a time, Dumont, a tradesman of the Rue St. Denis, in Paris,
was walking with a friend, when he offered to lay a wager with the
latter, that, if he were to hide a six-livre piece in the dust, his dog
would discover it, and bring it to him. The wager was accepted, and the
piece of money secreted, after being carefully marked.

"When the two had proceeded some distance from the spot, M. Dumont said
to his dog that he had lost something, and ordered him to seek it.
Caniche immediately turned back, and her master and companion pursued
their walk to the Rue St. Denis.

"Meanwhile, a traveller, who happened to be just then returning in a
small chaise from Vincennes, perceived the piece of money which his
horse had kicked from its hiding place. He alighted, took it up, and
drove to his inn.

"Caniche, after a careful search, had just reached the spot in pursuit
of the lost piece, when the stranger picked it up. She at once set off
after the chaise, went into the inn, and stuck close to the traveller.
Having scented out the coin in the pocket of the latter, which she had
been ordered to bring back, she leaped up incessantly at and about him.
The traveller, supposing him to be some dog that had been lost by her
master, regarded these movements as marks of fondness, and, as the
animal was handsome, determined to keep her. He gave her a good supper,
and, on retiring to bed, took her with him to his chamber. No sooner had
he pulled off his pantaloons than they were seized by the dog: the
owner, conceiving that she wanted to play with them, took them away
again. The animal then began to bark at the door, which the traveller
opened, under the idea that the dog wanted to go out. Caniche snatched
up the pantaloons, and away she flew, the traveller posting after her,
dressed only in his night shirt. Anxiety for the fate of a purse full of
gold Napoleons of forty francs each gave redoubled quickness to his
steps.

"Caniche, having a good start, ran full speed to her master's house,
where the stranger arrived a moment afterward, breathless and enraged.
He accused the dog of robbing him.

"'Sir,' said the master, 'my dog is a very faithful creature; and if
she has run away with your pantaloons, it is because you have in them
money which does not belong to you.'

"The traveller became still more exasperated.

"'Compose yourself, sir,' rejoined the other, smiling: 'without doubt
there is in your purse a six-livre piece, with such and such marks,
which you have picked up in the Boulevard St. Antoine, and which I
threw down there with the firm conviction that my dog would bring it
back again. This is the cause of the robbery which she has committed
upon you.'

"The stranger's rage now yielded to astonishment; he delivered the
six-livre piece to the owner, and could not forbear caressing the dog
which had given him so much uneasiness and such an unpleasant chase."

"There is no doubt," remarked Mr. Lee, "that the character and
intellectual faculties of the dog are more strongly developed than those
of any other quadruped, on account of his being the constant companion
of man. It is a pleasing thought, the more that is known of his
fidelity, faithfulness, and sagacity, the more he will be appreciated,
and the better, therefore, his treatment is likely to be."



CHAPTER VI.

THE SHEPHERD'S DOG.


"Mother," cried Minnie, one morning, "will you tell me about the dogs
people used to have in old times, when the Bible was written? Father
read about the dog with the flocks."

"Yes, dear. The shepherds had dogs whose duty seemed only to be to guard
the flock from the attacks of wild beasts, and, like the Spanish sheep
dog of the present day, had nothing to do with the management of sheep.
Indeed, he seems to have been regarded with great dislike by the Jews,
and, if not carefully watched, was more destructive to the sheep than
the beast of whose approach he was to give warning. When he was not on
duty, he was regarded as a great pest and destroyer.

"Among the Arabs, travellers in the East say, this is the character of
them all; they are cruel, bloodthirsty, always hungry, and never
satisfied. His look is savage, and his appearance disagreeable. The
Moors grant him a corner in their tent, but that is all; they never
caress him, never throw him any thing to eat. To this treatment must the
indifference of dogs to their masters be ascribed.

"The Spanish sheep dogs are used entirely for the defence of the flock
against wolves. In case of attack, the sheep fly to them, and gather
round them as friends and protectors. They are also taught, if a sheep
lags behind unobserved by the shepherds, to stay with it, and defend it
until some one returns for it.

"In later times man has made a companion of this faithful animal, and
the dog well reciprocates the kindness. The Scotch sheep dog, or
colley, has no superior, scarcely an equal, in managing a flock. The
Ettrick Shepherd says, that a single shepherd, with one of these
colleys, will accomplish more in gathering a flock of sheep from a
Highland farm than twenty shepherds could do without it. Neither hunger,
fatigue, nor the worst treatment, will draw him from his master's side,
and he will follow him through every hardship without murmur or
repining.

"Mr. Hogg also gives an account of his own colley, 'Sirrah,' who had one
night a flock of lambs under his care. They became frightened at
something, and ran in all directions, scattering among the hills.

"'Sirrah,' exclaimed Mr. Hogg, in despair, 'they're a' awa'!'

"The dog dashed off through the darkness. After spending, with his
assistants, the whole night in a fruitless search after the fugitives,
the shepherd commenced his return home. Coming to a deep ravine, they
found Sirrah in charge of what, as they supposed, was one of the
scattered divisions; but what was their joyful surprise to find that not
one of the flock was missing!"

"O," cried Minnie, "wasn't he a good fellow!"

"Yes, dear; and the English sheep dog is also remarkable for its
docility and faithfulness. It is larger and more powerful than the
colley; and they are so useful to their employers that a writer says it
would be almost impossible to conduct the markets without them. If you
were to visit the Smithfield market in London, on Monday or Friday, you
would see them at their work. Vast droves of sheep and other animals
are brought from the country for the supply of the great metropolis, and
are here crowded into the smallest possible space. Of course each owner
wishes his flock kept from mingling with others; and this business
devolves on his dog. If one sheep slips away, by a motion of the hand,
or one word of command, the master signifies his desire, and the truant
is instantly sought and returned, the dog always holding it by the side
of the head, so as not to bruise the body. His eye is continually on his
master's countenance, anxious to learn his wishes, or on the particular
flock he has in charge. As difficulties multiply, his sagacity becomes
almost human, and he seems to know every individual belonging to his
flock."

Minnie listened to this account with great interest; but now she
started up, her whole countenance blazing with excitement, and
exclaiming, "Father, you'll need a dog, you know, for your sheep. If
you'll buy an English shepherd pup, I'll let Nannie take care of it, and
train it for you."

"Thank you, love," said her father, patting her head fondly; "but I'm
afraid Nannie is scarcely capable of such business. I'll tell you a
story of a remarkable Spanish shepherd dog which came to America from
England. His name was Arrogante, and he was an animal of prodigious
power. There was nothing affectionate or joyous about him. He never
forgave an injury or an insult. He was proud and reserved, but not
quarrelsome. Little curs would often run up to him, or seize his long,
bushy tail; but he seldom condescended to notice them: when he did, he
soon made an end of them.

"Arrogante was honest, faithful, and courageous. He was a strictly
temperance dog, and would allow no one on the premises who was what is
called worse for liquor. Many a time, according to his own confession,
the bailiff who usually fed Arrogante was obliged to sleep on the ground
outside the farm because he came home unsteady from too much drinking.

"On one occasion a couple of sailors, wishing to take advantage of the
tide, came unexpectedly to the farm, soon after midnight, to take away
some potatoes they had purchased from Mr. Rotch. But Arrogante would not
consent to what he considered unlawful proceedings. He forced the men
into an empty cart, and kept them there till morning. Once or twice they
tried to put a foot over the side of the cart, but were convinced if
they persevered the dog would kill them. They lost the tide, and were
greatly disappointed, but, like honest fellows, confessed the fault was
their own.

"A gentleman who, I am sorry to say, was fond of spirituous liquors,
lived near the farm, and often passed near the stable where Arrogante
had his headquarters. This gentleman was regularly introduced to him,
and warned by his master against ever provoking him. Returning home,
late one Saturday evening, on horseback, from a convivial meeting, as he
galloped past the stable he met Arrogante, and wantonly struck at him
with a hunting whip. He was a large man, and rode a powerful horse,
which was going at full speed, so that he escaped before the astonished
dog recovered from his surprise.

"The next morning the gentleman was on his way to church mounted as
before. Arrogante, who was watching for him, at once knew the tread of
his horse, and stood grimly awaiting his insulter. When the gentleman
had approached within a few yards, the dog gave a spring, and met him in
the air, in a deadly aim at his throat. Nothing but the sudden jump of
the very active horse saved the rider's throat and his life; but so
narrowly had he escaped, that he felt the gnashing teeth of the
frenzied brute scrape down his dress, where they came in contact with,
and closed upon, his watch, tearing it away with the adjacent clothing,
and chewing it into atoms. The cause of this terrible onset not being
disclosed at the time, Mr. Rotch, though convinced that Arrogante had
not been the aggressor, felt obliged to have him shot."



CHAPTER VII.

THE INTELLIGENT POODLES.


"You promised, cousin Ida, to read about the Stockholm dog."

"I will, Minnie; but uncle George has something to tell you."

"Read it now, Ida," said Mr. Lee, "and I will relate my stories
afterward."

"A captain of an English merchant vessel arrived in the port of
Stockholm, in Sweden, and was soon afterward seized with an illness, of
which he died. At the time of his death, he had on board a fine, large
Newfoundland dog, which was fondly attached to him. On the day of the
captain's funeral, Neptune was allowed to follow his poor master to the
grave; and, after the funeral ceremony had been performed, the officers
and crew made every exertion to induce the dog to follow them to the
ship, but all in vain; and their endeavors to catch him proving
fruitless, they left him in the churchyard.

"During the short time the ship remained in port, Neptune might be seen
at all times lying with his head on the grave, and every day the sailors
brought him his food; but he was so vigilant on these occasions that
they never could get near him, to take him back to the ship, and they
were obliged to sail without him.

"The neighboring Swedish inhabitants, in admiration of the extraordinary
attachment displayed by this animal to his late master, made
arrangements among themselves to supply him with his daily food; and, as
the weather soon became extremely cold, a subscription was made, to
build him a comfortable doghouse, which was placed near the grave.

"It was affecting to see how earnestly Neptune gazed into every new-made
grave, proving that he cherished the hope of seeing his beloved master
again.

"He remained on the grave for several years, and came to be called the
dog of Stockholm, when, one day, he was found dead at his post."

"I love Neptune," faltered Minnie, wiping her eyes. "I wish I could
have seen him there. But, father, what did you say you had to tell me?"

"I found two remarkable stories of the exhibition of dogs, which I
thought would interest you; and so I took the pains to borrow the book
for your benefit.

"The first was an account of two pointers, Braque and Philax, exhibited
in London by Mr. Leonard, a French gentleman of great wealth, who had
instructed his dogs for his own amusement. He was earnest in stating
that it only required gentle, persevering effort to teach them almost
any thing.

"The dogs were in vigorous health, and having bowed gracefully to the
company, seated themselves on the hearth rug, side by side. Mr. Leonard
spoke to his dogs in French, in his usual low tone, and ordered one of
them to walk, the other to lie down, to run, to gallop, to halt, to
crouch, all of which they did as promptly and correctly as the most
docile children.

"He then placed six cards, of different colors, on the floor, and,
sitting with his back to the dogs, directed one to pick up the blue card
and the other the white, varying his orders rapidly, and speaking in
such a manner that it was impossible they could have executed his
commands if they had not a perfect knowledge of his words.

"For instance, he said, 'Philax, take the blue card, and give it to
Braque; and, Braque, take the red card and give it to Philax;' and these
orders were instantly executed.

"Pieces of bread and meat were placed on the floor, when Philax was
ordered to bring a piece of meat and give it to Braque, and then Braque
was ordered to give it back to Philax, who was to return it to its
place. Braque was then ordered to bring a piece of meat and eat it; but
before he had time to swallow it, he was forbidden to do so, and
instantly pushed it through his teeth, to show that he obeyed.

"After this, Mr. Leonard invited any gentleman to play a game of
dominos with Braque. The dog seated himself at the table, and his
antagonist opposite him. Six dominos were given to the dog, and six more
to the gentleman. Braque, having the double number, took it in his
mouth, and put it in the middle of the table, when the gentleman put
down a corresponding piece.

"Braque instantly placed another correctly, when the gentleman
intentionally placed a wrong number.

"The dog stared, growled, and at last barked angrily. Finding no notice
was taken of his remonstrances, he pushed away the wrong domino with his
nose, picked a suitable one from his own pieces, and put it instead,
when they went on, and Braque won the game."

"O, father, I mean to teach Tiney to play with me."

"But here is a wonderful story about dogs."

"About fifty years ago, a Frenchman brought to London from eighty to a
hundred dogs, chiefly poodles, all nearly the same size, and of the
smaller kind. On the education of these animals their proprietor had
bestowed a great deal of pains.

"From puppyhood upwards they had been taught to walk on their hind legs,
and maintained their footing with surprising ease in that unnatural
position.

"Among other performances was the representation of a siege. On the
rising of a curtain, there appeared three ranges of ramparts, one above
the other. In the centre of the fortress arose a tower, on which a flag
was flying. The ramparts were guarded by soldiers in uniform, each armed
with a musket or sword of an appropriate size. All these were dogs, and
their duty was to defend the walls from an attacking party, whose
movements now commenced the operations of the siege.

"After some skirmishing, in which the chief, habited as an officer of
rank, was conspicuous, the drums beat to arms, and the battle commenced
in earnest. The chief of the assailants did wonders. He was seen, now
here, now there, animating his men, and seeming to receive an accession
of courage on every fresh repulse.

"The rattle of the miniature cannon, the roll of the drums, the sound of
trumpets, and the heroism of the actors on both sides, imparted an idea
of reality to the scene. After numerous hair-breadth escapes, the
enemy's standard was hurled down, and the British flag hoisted in its
place; the ramparts were manned by the conquerors, and the smoke
cleared away to the tune of 'God save the King.'

"But a still more wonderful scene was an assembly room, on the sides and
the farther end of which seats were placed; while a music gallery and a
profusion of chandeliers gave a richness and truth to the general
effect. Liveried servants were in attendance on a few of the dog company
who entered.

"Frequent knockings were now heard at the door, followed by the entrance
of parties attired in the fashion of the period. These were the same
dogs who had recently been engaged in the battle; but now all was peace,
elegance, and ease. Different parties of dogs were introduced to each
other with an appearance of the greatest decorum. The dogs representing
ladies were dressed in silks, gauzes, laces, and gay ribbons, and
adorned with artificial flowers, with flowing ringlets, with powdered
and pomatumed headdresses, with caps and lappets, in ludicrous contrast
to their natural features. The dogs representing gentlemen were
equipped, some as youthful, and others as aged beaux.

"The frequent bow and responsive courtesy produced great mirth in the
audience. Suddenly, the master of ceremonies appeared. He wore a court
dress, and his manners were in agreement with his costume. To some of
the dog-gentlemen, he gave merely a look of recognition; to the ladies
he was attentive; to some he offered his paw familiarly, to others he
bowed with respect, and introduced one to another with an elegance that
surprised the spectators.

"The music was soon interrupted by a loud knocking, which announced the
arrival of some important visitor. Several liveried servants entered,
and then a sedan chair was borne in by appropriately dressed dogs. They
removed the poles, raised the head, and opened the door of the sedan,
when forth came a dog-lady splendidly attired in satin, decorated with
jewels and a plume of ostrich feathers! She made a great impression,
and appeared conscious of her superior charms, returning the bow of the
master of ceremonies with a courtesy.

"The band now struck up an air appropriate for the promenade; and the
company instantly quitted their seats, and began to walk in pairs around
the room.

"On seats being resumed, the master of ceremonies and the sedan chair
lady arose: he led her to the centre of the room, Foote's minuet struck
up, when the pair commenced the movements with an attention to time.
They performed the crossings and turnings, the advancings and
retreatings, and obeisances, during which there was a perfect silence;
and they concluded the whole amid thunders of applause."



MRS. LESLIE'S JUVENILE SERIES.

16mo.

FOR BOYS.

  Vol.   I. THE MOTHERLESS CHILDREN.
   "    II. PLAY AND STUDY.
   "   III. HOWARD AND HIS TEACHER.
   "    IV. JACK, THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER.

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  Vol.   I. TRYING TO BE USEFUL.
   "    II. LITTLE AGNES.
   "   III. I'LL TRY.
   "    IV. ART AND ARTLESSNESS.



                      MINNIE'S PET MONKEY.


                               BY

                      MRS. MADELINE LESLIE,
  AUTHOR OF "THE LESLIE STORIES," "TIM, THE SCISSORS-GRINDER,"
                              ETC.


                          ILLUSTRATED.


                             BOSTON:
                        LEE AND SHEPARD,
              SUCCESSORS TO PHILLIPS, SAMPSON & CO.
                             1864.



Transcriber's Note

A handwritten note on the dedication page identifies Henry Fowle
Durant, Jr. as: "Son of founder of Wellesley College which was
founded in memory of the boy who died in youth. K.F.R."

The following corrections were made:

  18   her parents went a changed to her parents went on a
  24   "What can you give me for supper?" changed to "'What can you give
       me for supper?
  24   '"That is too changed to "'That is too
  29   from the ship. changed to from the ship."
  73   them to you." changed to them to you.
  78   rather sad." changed to rather sad.
  82   very affecting." changed to very affecting.
  129  have him shot. changed to have him shot."
  150  The music was changed to "The music was





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