THE LOYE OF ANIMALS. 73 



it been watched over and protected. How the 

 dog procured his food is a mystery which has 

 never been discovered, but the fact of his re- 

 maining near the body of his master is undoubted. 

 The celebrated Sir Walter Scott, a great lover 

 of dogs, and who frequently visited a friend in 

 Cumberland, wrote a beautiful poem, called 

 " Hellvellyn," on the incident I have just re- 

 lated. It is too long to quote the whole of it, 

 but I will give you an extract from it. Sir 

 Walter Scott says he had seen the place where 

 the wanderer had died, and then adds : 



" Dark green was the spot mid the brown mountain- 



heather, 



Where the Pilgrim of Nature lay stretch'd in decay, 

 Like the corpse of an outcast abandon' d to weather, 

 'Till the mountain- winds wasted the tenantless 



clay; 



Nor yet quite deserted, though lonely extended, 



For, faithful in death, his mute fav'rite attended, 



The much-lov'd remains of her master defended, 



And chased the hill-fox and the raven away. 



How long didst thou think that his silence was 



slumber 2 

 When the wind wav'd his garment, how oft didst 



thou start ? 

 How many long days and long weeks didst thou 



slumber, 

 Ere he faded before thee, the friend of thy heart ? 



