DANIEL PRATT. 



EW people ventured out during 

 the day of the great New 

 York blizzard in 1888, and 

 most of those who did found 

 cause for regret. I tried to 

 walk a few blocks up Fifth 

 Avenue, and succeeded in 

 reaching Forty - second Street, 

 when my strength and courage 



_^ ^ failed me. I turned back, 

 and was working my way along the shelter of the 

 big reservoir, when I heard an angry voice pitched 

 in the harshest of tones. I looked across the avenue, 

 and saw a man kicking vigorously and swinging his 

 arms like a wind-mill at a large and apparently strong 

 dog. The creature turned and ran, every few steps 

 stopping to look back, and each time meeting with 

 the same fierce gestures. I did not think it possible 

 that anyone could abandon an animal in such a 



