192 Animal Life 
captivated by a certain dog, somewhat of the mastiff kind, whom they called “Califf.” 
The dog and donkey were both purchased and taken to America. 
By the time they reached their new home the two animals had become close 
friends, and after their arrival they were assigned contiguous quarters. They had 
already learned to distinguish the children of the family, and even the friends who 
played with them. No matter where either dog or donkey went, the other was always 
with it. If any stranger took liberties with “ Hassin,” the dog promptly interfered, and 
his size, if nothing else, commanded respect. If any stranger dog attempted to spar 
with ‘“ Califf,’ the donkey always took part by kicking and biting at the assailant. 
In brief, each of them always seemed to regard the other as his ward in peace and 
his ally in war. They evinced no jealousy of each other in receiving any kindness 
or caresses from their human friends, but the least indignity to the one was promptly 
resented by the other. 
One autumn afternoon poor “Hassin” fell sick. Through the entire night he was 
writhing and groaning, and during the whole time “Calff” was by his side trying 
to soothe and comfort him. Time and again the dog rubbed his massive Jaws along 
the sides and in the flanks of the suffering donkey. The next day the donkey was 
more quiet, but still prostrated, and all day long “Califf’ remained by him, in mute 
sympathy with the distress of his boon companion. 
In the course of a few days the donkey died, and was tenderly buried by the 
humane little group of children who had so often been borne upon his patient back. 
No one of that funeral train evinced more sincere and evident regret than did poor 
“Califf.’ When the cold earth was shovelled in upon the body of his friend the dog 
stood by with his head bowed over the brink of the grave, and so remained until it 
was filled and rounded up. ‘Then, in the presence of all, he coiled himself upon the 
little mound and lay there until all had departed. 
From that hour he began to decline; day after day he returned to the grave of 
“Hfassin”” and laid himself upon it. He was seldom imduced to eat even the most 
tempting morsels of food, and never went about in quest of it. At last his rigid 
limbs were found stretched upon the ground above the remains of his late companion. 
Missing link? Where is there a link left out between the minds of any two units 
in the whole chain of life? Unselfish love, such as bids defiance to all things else, 
drew him closer aud closer to the object of his affection, until he was at last drawn 
into the vortex of his own devotion. And yet the vanity of man still claims a monopoly 
of all the attributes of heart and mind that guide and temper action! 
In Troy, New York, there recently died a little dog named “Trip,” the favourite 
pet of Dr. “Trip” was not only blessed by having the shelter and comforts 
of the family home, but he had a cosy little home of his own within that of his 
kind master. This consisted of a dimimutive house placed in one corner of the family 
room and furnished with a snug bed and warm bedding, just made and arranged to 
meet the wishes of the most fastidious dog, and every morning ‘‘ Trip’s” room was done 
up in the regular routine of household work, and again at night his bed was prepared 
for him to retire. . ; 
When “Trip's” bed was neglected until after the usual hour he always raised a row 
about it. He began by barking and whining, pulling at the skirt of the servant whose 
duty it was to attend to it; and when he failed to make her understand what he 
desired he ran into his little house, seized his bedding piece by piece, dragged it out, 
and scattered it about the room. He knew that it would then be put in order. 
Tike many other little people “Trip” occasionally stole away and mixed with 
companions of inferior social rank. His devoted mistress often scolded him for this 
Bohemian trait, but the dog was not able to forego his canine desire for rowdy company, 
