268 Reminiscences of 



solid fox terrier, Jack. As soon as he landed he 

 pitched into an inoffensive dachshund of most peaceful 

 disposition, whose cordial recognition of our arrival 

 gave offence to Jack, and gave poor Police a rough 

 tumble before our interference could take place. 

 Paris was a silent witness of the scene, which he evi- 

 dently highly resented, and I remarked to my daughter 

 that he would probably have something to say about 

 it; and sure enough, for we had hardly gone into the 

 house, leaving the dogs outside, when our ears were 

 startled with a canine cry of great distress, and upon 

 going out we saw Paris whirling Jack about himself 

 after the manner of the revolving blades of a windmill 

 in a brisk breeze. Our arrival was the signal for 

 dropping, and poor Jack, dizzy from his rapid revolu- 

 tions, and under the momentum of his discharge, ac- 

 celerated by rapid locomotion, in whatever direction it 

 might prove to be, brought up against the side of the 

 house, the impact rebound of which threw him back 

 several feet. Painful to him, but ludicrous to witness, 

 and most salutary in effect. Polico was never more 

 disturbed by Jack, and they became good friends. 

 And with Paris soon after Jack settled down in pleasant 

 relations, though for some days it was amusing to wit- 

 ness his fixed attention on that powerful machine which 

 had given him a lesson in orbital revolution. 



Poor Paris died of old age, as well as Jack, and 

 they lie buried near each other, beneath a neighboring 

 tree, and my daughter and I often ask for a few leaves 

 or sprigs from that tree to be sent us when we are far 

 away. 



No wonder the heathen hunter, sought by zealous 

 missionary for Christian heaven, on learning that his 



