100 THE REASON WHY. 



At Bruin flies the slavering, snarling cur, 



But only fills his famished jaws with fur." FALCONEE. 



A DOG CONSTABLE. 



307. Mr. Tewes, who keeps a restaurant in William-street, New York, has a large 

 Newfoundland dog, a finer specimen of his kind than is ordinarily met with. 

 Among his other wonderful marks of intelligence, we witnessed this a day or two 

 ago. A gentleman entered the restaurant holding by a cord a dog which served 

 as watch on board a ship. While in the place, the gentleman supposed the dog 

 was safe, released his hold upon the string. The door was opened while the 

 parties were in conversation, and the dog made his escape, Mr. Tewes said to his 

 Newfoundland, "Go bring him back, Sir." The dog obeyed the mandate, and 

 within a block or two overtook the fugitive. He first proceeded to give the object 

 of his charge a slight reprimand for his delinquency by means of a smart shake or 

 two, and then took the rope in his mouth to lead the dog back to his master. 

 Some holding back was manifested, the string was dropped, and another shaking 

 administered. Finally, by alternate chastisements and pullings at the cord, the 

 runaway dog was brought into the restaurant, and the Newfoundland, with a sly 

 wink to his master, seemed to say, " There he is." The scene was witnessed by 

 many, and created no little excitement. New York Paper. 



A NEWFOUNDLAND'S REVENGE. 



308. A cousin of the Author of this work was a timber merchant in a sea-port town 

 of England. He had two remarkably fine dogs that frequently afforded striking 

 evidences of sagacity. "Hector" and "Wallace" had often, in quitting the 

 timber-yard, to pass through a narrow lane which ascended a hill leading from the 

 sea. In this lane lived an old woman, who kept a snappish little cur, that always 

 ran out and barked at the Newfoundlands. Of this they took no notice, or only 

 answered the insolence of the cur by a dignified growl. At last the little culprit, 

 emboldened by the forbearance of the Newfoundlands, snapped at the hind leg of 

 one of them and bit it severely. Hector, the dog who was bitten, turned round, 

 and, seizing the cur by the neck, carried him leisurely down to the sea-side, plunged 

 in, and swam with him to what is called "boat's moorings" about a hundred 

 yards or more from the shore. There he let the unhappy cur go, and as he attempted 

 to swim ashore, Hector every now and then struck him with his paw. The 

 cur was drowned ; the Newfoundland brought his body ashore and laid it out upon 

 the beach a solemn warning to all curs against offending the dignity of the New- 

 foundland. Mr. Youatt tells a similar story, but in this latter instance capital 

 punishment was not inflicted, a severe ducking having been considered a sufficient 

 penalty. 



CLEMENCY OF THE NEWFOUNDLAND. 



309. An instance of a somewhat different character is related by Mr. Partington. 

 While the Government harbour or pier at Donaghadee, Ireland, was building, a 

 battle took place between two powerful dogs. One was a Newfoundland, the ott er 

 a mastiff. They had a prolonged fight upon the pier, from the point of which they 

 both fell into the sea ; and as the pier was long and steep, they had no means of 



