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the dog was a hundred and nineteen dollars, which is about £24. The old man 
warmly thanked the planter, and in company with his canine friend departed. 
Some days later, when the Indian was nearly ready to proceed upon his journey, 
both he and the dog were missing. It was naturally supposed that they had gone 
to the place imtended. Three days passed by and no one had seen them. On the 
fourth day the dog was seen approaching the house of the planter. The man 
recognised his visitor, and met him in the yard. He caressed the animal, but could 
not induce him to go into the house. The dog returned the caresses by licking the hand 
of the planter, wagging his tail, and whining as if in pain; then turning away, and 
starting as if going to leave, barked and whined until the man grasped the idea that the 
dog desired him to follow. Obeying this impulse he mounted his horse, and the dog 
quickly led the way to the cabin. On entering it the man found the venerable Indian 
very ill. There he had lain helpless for three days, without food or medicine. By the 
side of the bed lay a beef bone with a 
bit of decaying meat hanging to it. This, 
as the old man declared, had been secured 
somewhere by the dog and brought in by 
him and placed upon the bed for his 
master to eat. He could not eat it, but 
would not wound the feelings of the dog 
by throwing it out of doors. 
The sick man was carefully nursed, 
but within a few weeks he passed away, 
and was buried on the bank of the bayou 
in front of his humble cabin. The dog 
was taken to the plantation, where a cosy 
kennel was prepared for him, but he rarely 
stayed in it. Day after day for weeks he 
returned to the old village and buried some 
food on the grave of his loving old master. 
During the remaining three years of his 
life he continued to visit the old house, 
and when he died he was decently buried 
by the side of the one whom he had 
loved and, in his simple way, had cared for 
with all the tenderness of human devotion. 
With the money that was left, the 
kind-hearted executor bought and walled-in 
the little plot and recorded the deed in 
perpetual trust. Over their quiet resting- 
place was erected a marble slab, on which is inscribed:—‘“ Here sleep the mortal remains 
of Te-wa-wa, the last sachem of the ‘Teche, and his faithful dog, Loto. May all 
seasons spread flowers upon this spot hallowed by a love which all men should respect 
and all lovers emulate. 1871.” 
In the environs of Boston, Massachusetts, now live the descendants of the old 
colonial family of Pope. In the haleyon days of antebellum luxury, the senior Pope 
annually took his family abroad for a season. ‘They did not spend all their time in 
the beaten tracks of ordinary tourists, but went into the bye-ways of travel and there 
learned the inner life of the people whom they visited. 
On one of these journeys the children of the party were much pleased with the 
sagacity of a certain Egyptian donkey called “Hassin,’” and in Arabia they were 
“DRIP.” 
