104 THE STORY OF A BIRD LOVER 



that he seemed strangely restless; he wandered 

 through the house and was unable to find repose. 

 Toward night the nervousness increased, and 

 when one of my neighbors of the faculty called in 

 the evening I asked him to look at Grouse and 

 advise me what to do. The gentleman had known 

 Grouse from puppyhood, and was much attached 

 to him. The poor dog came at his call, but could 



only feebly wag his tail in recognition. Dr. 



at once detected some brain disturbance, and ad- 

 vised us to administer bromide, watch Grouse 

 carefully, and if he became worse to confine him 

 in a room alone. All night the poor creature 

 walked up and down in distress, save for the few 

 brief periods when we could soothe him by patting 

 and rubbing. The bromide seemed to have little 

 effect. By morning he was suffering so keenly 

 that we sent at once for a physician. Remedies 

 were given, but did not help him, and it was 

 finally decided that there was danger in having 

 him any longer at large. 



A room was prepared. Water was placed 

 where he could get it, and even bars were fixed 

 on the windows, the doors securely fastened, and 

 here poor Grouse was imprisoned. We were 

 overcome with grief, as his case seemed hopeless. 

 I sent the family to a hotel, as they could no 

 longer endure the sufferings which they were 

 powerless to relieve. 



