62 Gentleman Jack 



I went into the house and brought my wife and 

 little girl to where Jack was lying. I took the child 

 in my arms, and, bending down over him, told her 

 to call his name. At the first sound of her baby 

 voice, Jack opened his eyes quickly, with an expres- 

 sion of intense pain, which vanished the moment he 

 saw who had spoken. A sense of happiness seemed 

 to possess him ; he raised one paw with a resump- 

 tion of his former dignity, bowed gracefully, and 

 wagged his tail. Then he looked at me beseech- 

 ingly, as if pleading to be delivered from the strange 

 oppression that was stealing over him, cast another 

 glance of love at my child, and the film of forget- 

 fulness again came over his eyes. I could not 

 restrain my tears, and we returned to the house as 

 from a funeral. A few minutes thereafter, chloro- 

 form had done its work, and Gentleman Jack was 

 no more. 



Is it barbarity that causes the Indian to long to 

 meet his horse and dog in the happy hunting-ground ? 

 Is it not rather love and mercy ? Is it barbarity 

 that causes me to long for another meeting with the 

 pure spirit that animated my friend Jack ? the 



