1 84 DOG STORIES 



his duties. I lived for many years opposite 

 a wood, in which the game at first was 

 preserved. I had a dog named Prin, who 

 had begun by being a gardener's dog, but 

 having caught the distemper and been un- 

 skilfully treated by his master he remained 

 nearly blind, and was left on my hands by 

 the man when he quitted my service. The 

 dog was a great coward, but good-tempered 

 and affectionate, and the partial loss of sight 

 seemed to have developed greatly the senses 

 both of hearing and smell, so that he was 

 recognised as a capital watch -dog. He was 

 promoted to the kitchen, and would have 

 been promoted to the drawing-room but for 

 the obstreperousness of his affection, which 

 seemed to know no bounds if he was ad- 

 mitted even into the hall. I slept at that 

 time in a room over the kitchen, fronting the 

 road. One night I was awakened by Prin 

 growling, and, after a time, giving a snappish 

 bark underneath me. I got out of bed and 

 throwing up the sash, listened at the window, 

 where, after a time, I heard slight noises, 

 which convinced me that some one or more 



