The Road to Dumbiedykes 



riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, 

 he is as constant in his love as the sun in its 

 journey through the heavens. If fortune 

 drives the master forth an outcast in the world, 

 friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks 

 no higher privilege than that of accompanying 

 to guard against danger, to fight against his 

 enemies, and when the last scene of all comes, 

 and death takes the master in his embrace and 

 his body is laid away in the cold ground, no 

 matter if all other friends pursue their way, 

 there by his grave-side will the noble dog be 

 found, his head between his paws, his eyes 

 sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and 

 true even in death. 



So what's the use? But, getting 

 back to our original proposition, I say 

 that the confining of a Collie to the 

 dreary monotony of back yards and 

 city pavements is putting as great an 

 outrage upon Nature as is the caging 

 of a scarlet tanager. He may live 

 for a while, but his life will be a hollow 

 mockery. The enforced repression of 

 the wanderlust that inheres in the 

 active brain of every true Fox Terrier 

 the bravest creature of his size in 



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