252 DOG STORIES 



A DOG STORY. 



[June 8, 1895.] 



A FRIEND thinks I ought to add to the 

 collection of dog stories appearing in the 

 Spectator, one which is within my own 

 knowledge, and may appear deserving of 

 publication. My uncle, a well-known Chair- 

 man of the Bench of Magistrates in a 

 western county, had a tenant on his estates 

 who occupied a farm not far from the River 

 Severn. The farmer possessed a favourite 

 dog, who slept at the foot of his bed every 

 night. When a brother emigrated to Canada, 

 the farmer gave him the dog as a travelling 

 companion. In the course of time the news 

 arrived that the emigrant and his family, 

 together with the dog, had safely reached 

 their destination a farm in the interior of 

 Canada some days' journey from the port 

 where they landed. At a later date the 

 brother in Canada wrote to his family in 

 England saying that the dog had disappeared. 

 Some time afterwards the dog came back to 

 the farm of his old master about three miles 



