Io6 AROUND AN OLD HOMESTEAD. 



and then, when I drove away leaving him alone, he 

 looked so forlorn and disappointed that I was sorry 

 I had n't him with me. But another teamster came, 

 and he was led away with some others. Dear old Billy 

 and Dandy! I wonder where they are now, and 

 whether they are yet alive, and who feeds and beds 

 them. It will not be long before they will die, and be 

 taken out to the fields they had loved and been in so 

 much. I should like to be there to soothe their last 

 moments with whatever of alleviation my human aid 

 could give. Surely, if a good horse does not go to 

 horse-Heaven — well, if he does not go there, then I say 

 that he should go there, and that it 's a shame that he 

 does not ! But our better natures tell us that he does. 



Animals have many ways of expressing their feel- 

 ings and of communicating with one another that we 

 do not always observe. Different modulations of the 

 voice — of the baa of a sheep, or the moo of a cow, 

 or the whinner of a horse, or the bark of a dog, or 

 even the grunt of a pig — express different shades of 

 temper, such as fear, anxiety, comfort. My dog can 

 tell me more by a sudden movement of his ears than 

 if he had spoken. Animals are more observant than 

 men. A horse will notice a wagon across a field long 

 before a man will. And so are animals better weather 

 prophets than men. They know the lee side of a hay- 

 stack; and the caw of the crow and sudden hurrying 

 of the sheep mean the storm is at hand. 



We say that man is the highest of animals, and has 

 dominion over the rest of creation; and we are right. 

 Yet let us put ourselves in the others' places. Man 

 builds suspension bridges, houses, barns, fences. Now 



