Ble WILD FOWL SUOOTLING. 
persuaded to leave his solitary vigil. The park police, 
finding all efforts to get him from 1 the pier futile, made 
a bed for him, and daily brought him food, which he 
refused. At last one morning he was found dead on 
the ice. The supposition is that his master had fallen 
into the lake accidentally or had committed suicide. 
He was only a dog, yet how many human beings could 
be found like him?” 
The following by “ Will-o’-the-Wisp ” touchingly re- 
fers to it: 
What seeks he there ? 
That noble ‘*‘ Landseer ” Newfoundland. 
Is it obedience to command 
That, all unflagging, makes him stand 
On the wind-swept shore so bleak and bare ? 
What seeks he there ? 
With wistful eyes, twin wells of woe, 
With mournful whine so sad and low, 
With sentinel tramping to and fro, 
On the wind swept shore so bleak and bare ?, 
What seeks he there ? 
When halting on his lonesome beat, 
He scratches still with bleeding feet 
Where heaping ice and water meet, 
On the wind-swept shore so bleak and bare, 
What seeks he there ? 
H’en when his faltering footsteps fail 
To longer mark his bloody trail, 
He crouches down with anguished wail, 
On the wind-swept shore so bleak and bare. 
What seeks he there ? 
It is not food, for proffered meats 
With no responsive wag he greets, 
But every action search entreats, 
On the wind-swept shore so bleak and bare. 
What seeks he there ? 
Is it his master whelmed in the tide, 
That piling ice blocks ruthlessly hide ? 
Is it for him that he watched and died 
On that wind-swept shore so bleak and bare ? 
The pathetic story of this Newfoundland finds a com- 
panion piece in that of the spaniel. The scene is laid 
on a dock where steamers land; ’tis twilight, and the 
dull gray of coming night is fast settling over the earth 
and water. Dimly in the distance can be seena steam- 
