Daniel Pratt 227 



The father of the boy was profuse in his thanks to 

 me for saving the life of his son j but I told him his 

 thanks were due to Daniel, not to me. He declared 

 that such a dog deserved a medal ; but I am sorry to 

 relate that poor Daniel never received any further 

 acknowledgement or kindness from the father. 



The uncertainty which always attached to this 

 large-hearted dog was often perplexing. While on 

 my way back to the city from the country, I missed 

 him. This had occurred so often that I looked upon 

 it as a thing to be expected. Several weeks passed, 

 when one day a friend called and informed me that 

 he had seen my dog Daniel in Montreal. The state- 

 ment seemed incredible, but I wrote a friend in that 

 city to have a search made, and eventually I received 

 the dog safely by express. He was rejoiced to see 

 me once more, but every few days he would be 

 coaxed away by kindness. My friend in Montreal 

 learned that a man of that city, who was travelling, 

 had met Daniel, had spoken kindly to him, and so 

 completely had the affectionate fellow been won by 

 the gentleness shown him that he had gone with the 

 man to Canada. 



