wander off with other dogs; punish him when he 

 deserves it, and Itt the punishment count don't 

 kick him; and soon he will learn to obey you. 

 Teach him to carry your paper, a parcel or pack- 

 age, then to find where it is hidden, and soon lie 

 will take pleasure in hunting things you have hid- 

 den in almost unheard of places. No animal liv- 

 ing has greater intelligence than a dog, and if you 

 have gained his good will and affection he will die 

 for you. No human friendship is akin to that of a 

 canine friend; he will stick to you through advers- 

 ity; bring his bone to share with you if necessary; 

 no matter what happens he will stand by you. 

 Cold, wet or hunger will not tempt him to desert 

 you. Poor faithful beast will make his bed at your 

 grave, refusing food and shelter, to be nigh you 

 no friendship on this earth can equal it; and in 

 concluding this chapter on the faithful beast, let 

 me give space to the following facts which speak 

 for themselves, which happened in my own great 

 city, Chicago, and which was published in the lo- 

 cal papers, extensively, and mentioned in various 

 magazines, books, etc, 



Those who have nothing but curses and kicks 

 for, and who have no use for dogs, would per- 

 haps be better citizens, did they but possess the 

 same attachments and friendship often exhibited 

 by the dog; particularly by a large, black New- 

 foundland dog, a few days ago in excessively bit- 

 ter cold winter weather. For days he was noticed 

 by the Lincoln Park Police, intently watching 

 the water; every now and then he would go to the 

 ice and scratch as though trying to dig up some- 

 thing. All through the bitter cold weather, 

 night and day he faced the storms of the lake, and 

 the piercing, icy blasts, and could not be coaxed 

 away. The park police finding all efforts to get 

 him away failed, brought him food and shelter, 

 which he refused. One morning he was found 

 dead, frozen stiff. The supposition was that his 

 master had fallen and was drowned or committed 

 suicide. He was only a dog, yet how many human 

 beings could be found like him. Hence the follow- 

 ing poem in commemoration still lives. 



