20S THE SPEECH OF MONKEYS. 



to an untimely death at the hands of a bull-dog, 

 whose name and tribe I have never ceased to 

 hate. I gave Dash the burial that he deserved, 

 and had a long procession of mourning children 

 follow his remains to the grave, where I delivered 

 the funeral sermon and we all sang a hymn. 

 About three years ago, in company with an older 

 sister, I visited the spot for the first time in nearly 

 thirty years, but no sign of the little grave re- 

 mained. 



What else but reason could have prompted this 

 act? The dog had seen it done by human beings 

 and had noted the result. Whether his whining 

 was intended as singing or not I am unable to 

 say, but, from my recollection of seeing him do 

 this with the younger children, I believe that 

 it was intended to soothe or entertain, and his 

 barking to call some one into the room. 



A farmer by the name of Taylor, living in East 

 Tennessee some years ago, owned two very fine 

 collies, and they had been trained to drive the 

 cattle and sheep about the farm, to drive strange 

 cattle away from the premises, to guard the 

 gates or gaps opened temporarily for hauling 

 about the farm, and many similar duties. On 

 one occasion in hay-making time, as night was 



