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on each occasion carrying a big bone, which 

 he had great difficulty in steering through the 

 iron bars. Being curious about the destina- 

 tion of the food I made up my mind to follow 

 him. I tracked him to an empty house, next 

 to that in which his former owner had lived. 

 In a cellar in the area there lived a half- 

 starved, ownerless terrier, who, I suppose, 

 had once been a friend of Jimmie's, and whom 

 my dog, in his days of prosperity, never forgot. 

 Regularly the good little fellow trotted off to 

 the empty cellar, and divided his morning's 

 meal with his poor friend. The story is told 

 of the great Napoleon riding over one of his 

 battlefields I don't know whether it was 

 Wagram or Austerlitz and pointing to a 

 faithful dog watching the body of his dead 

 master, with the words, " That dog teaches 

 us all a lesson of humanity ! " So did 

 Jimmie. 



THOMAS HAMBER. 



