THE DOG TRIBE. 



the Indian wourali poison as a supposed cure (I say supposed, because 

 it has never yet had a trial) for hydrophobia ; but as the subject is 

 one of vast importance, perhaps I shall not do amiss if I add here a 

 few plain instructions. Supposing a person has been bitten by a 

 mad dog. That person may, or may not, go mad; but should 

 symptoms of disease break out, and a competent practitioner in 

 medicine pronounce it to be undeniable hydrophobia, and the family 

 wish to have the wourali tried, I beg attention to the following 

 remarks : Do not, I pray you, let any medicines be administered. 

 The paroxysms will generally occur at intervals, during two or even 

 three days, before the fatal catastrophe takes place. Los"e no time 

 in telegraphing for Dr Sibson, No. 40 Lower Brook Street, London ; 

 and for Charles Waterton, Walton Hall, near Wakefield, Yorkshire. 

 We will promptly attend. 



Let the patient be kept extremely quiet, and every gentle effort 

 used to soothe him and to keep him in good-humour with him- 

 self ; but again I remark, give no medicines. Once Dr Sibson and 

 myself were on the point of applying the wourali. A fine young 

 collier had been bitten by a mad dog, at the village of Ardsley, near 

 Wakefield. We had reached the Oakenshaw station, when informa- 

 tion arrived that he had breathed his last. We went to see him in 

 his winding sheet. His mother was inconsolable, and she wept 

 bitterly as we entered the house. She seemed to find relief in talk- 

 ing of the disaster from its commencement to the termination ; and 

 when she had done, she began to cry again and sobbed most 

 piteously. " His sufferings were long and terrible, and they went to 

 the bottom of her heart. She had never left his bedside. He was 

 the best of lads that ever mother had. She would never see his like 

 again. His loss would carry her to the grave." And then she 

 sobbed piteously, and looked at him as he lay, close by, in his wind- 

 ing sheet ; and again she looked at him, and then sank into a chair 

 crying bitterly, and lamenting her loss in accents that told her utter 

 despair. 



I have now done with dogs. The reader will perceive that I con- 

 sider them to form one great family, which is capable of having 

 produce of all sizes, shapes, and propensities, but entirely without 

 pretension to reasoning faculties. That a dog, uneducated in his 



