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Chapters on Animals. 



Sometimes a dog will forget a mere friend, though he 

 never forgets his master. I remember crossing a public 

 square in winter, at midnight, and seeing a poor lost dog 

 that I recognised as an old acquaintance. There could be 

 no mistake about it, she had every physical mark and sign 

 of the gentle little creature that I knew, the only cause 

 of doubt was that she could not be induced to give the 

 slightest, — no, not the very slightest, sign of recognition. 

 I caught her and carried her in my arms to the hotel, 

 held her up to the light, examined every mark — the body 

 was all there, but where was the friendly heart that used 

 to beat with gladness when we met, far in the quiet coun- 

 try, in the lanes and fields about her home.'' I put her 

 down, and she immediately escaped and was lost again in 

 the windings of the streets. The next morning I went 

 early to the farm she lived at and inquired if she were lost. 

 Yes, it was true, she had been lost in the confusion of the 

 fair. Later, she found her own way back again and behaved 

 to me as amiably as ever. Probably, in the town, the sight 

 of so many people had bewildered her till she could not 

 recognise a friend, but a dog knows his master every- 

 where. 



Greyhound. 



Pen drawing from a sketch by J. L. G^rome, by E. H. Saunders. 



