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elect another to fill his place. Its board of fifteen
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three of whom are Catholics, and twelve Protestants, and
all of whom have been distinguished for their interest in
questions of humanity.
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Boston University Law School;” Hon. George White, Judge
of Probate; Hon. Henry B. Hill; Edward H. Clement, Esq.,
Of the “Boston Transcript”; Bezekiah Butterworth, Esq.,
the noted author, and Patrick Donahoe, Esq., who is well
known to Roman Catholics throughout our country.
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Governor of Massachusetts; the Most Rev. John J. Williams,
of Boston; the Right Rev. William Lawrence, the Episcopal
Bishop of Massachusetts; Rev. Francis E. Clark, President of
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Vivisection is essentially and unavoidably
cruel in itself. In Order to Obtain accurate re-
sults the animals must be healthy, strong, and
in full possession of their senses and intelligence.
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wait until that effect has passed off, and then to 8
mutilate it, enables the Operator to say that an-
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literature falls frequently into the hands of the . 24
laity either in the shape of original reports or 33
extracts culled from them and republished in
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themselves abet the distribution of such reading 47
matter in order to advertise their profound . 54
wisdom as investigators, and to impress the 62 |
public with the idea of their importance as . 67
teachers, and therefore as being in consequence
more skilful than the ordinary physicians, of 74
whom the public know nothing through this . 84
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Vivisection is useless to mankind. No , 96
animal parellels man in anatomical structure,
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cranial cavity, the lungs of a dog in his thorax, . 121
or the skin of an ass beneath his clothing, 127
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he becomes Wedded to his work, for all the 141
worth he has as a practical physician to the sick
and suffering. He argues from false premises, . 147
his deductions are wrong, their application to 151
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CH A PTE R. I.
HOLLYHURST.
NNTT was June, the month of roses, and Holly-
hurst was looking its best.
Hollyhurst was a small farm owned by
& = * - ſº Dr. Edward Gardner. It was situated in
the angle of two roads, about half way between the
city of Fairmont and the villages of Ashbrook and
Enderly. The house was set well back from the main
street, with a green lawn in front, and a garden filled
with old-fashioned flowers on one side. Two fine Old
elms stretched their arching branches over the gate-
way, while climbing roses and honeysuckle wreathed
the piazza, sending stray tendrils up towards the roof,
and doing their best to hide the faded blinds and the
weather-stained paint.
Lying on the lawn, under one of the branching elms,
were a boy and a dog. The dog was a large and
beautiful one, part Newfoundland and part St. Bernard,
and the boy was an equally fine specimen of the human
race. He was perhaps thirteen years old, tall for that
age, yet well rounded, with a finely shaped head,
brown hair that would have been wavy had it not been
so closely cut, and eyes clear, soft and dark.
The boy was reading, but he looked up as a heavily


2 HOLLYHURST.
loaded team went by. A little way beyond the house
On the main road, there was quite a hill, and at the
foot of this hill the horse stopped. The driver, after
waiting a moment, tried to urge him on, but without
effect; he shouted and swore, but the horse did not
start; he dismounted and attempted to lead him; the
horse took a few steps, stopped again, and could not
be induced to go further. -
The boy—Dr. Gardner's son Reginald—threw down
his book, and laying his hand on the dog’s head, said:
“Duke, we must go and see what is the trouble.”
“Haven’t you got too much of a load on ?” called
out a man, who was driving a cart in the opposite
direction.
“No,” answered the teamster, “he ought to draw
this load and more too. He's balky, that’s what’s the
matter.”
A man in a wagon passing by reined up and made
various suggestions, but none of them were effectual,
and the teamster kept on whipping and swearing.
“Is it your own horse,” asked the man.
“Yes, worse luck to me. I bought him about two
months ago, and he's played this trick on me two or
three times already.”
“What is his name?” asked Reginald, who had been
standing quietly by.
“He’s got no name.”
“That is too bad | A horse feels hardly respectable
without a name. Didn’t the man you bought him of
call him anything?”
HOLL YEHURST. 3
“He said something about Pizarrer.” -
“O, Pizarro ! good fellow !” said the boy, going up
to the horse and gently stroking his nose.
The horse turned his head and peered out from
behind his blinders as well as he could.
“I ain’t goin’ to call him any such hiſalutin’ name,”
said the teamster, “it sounds like pizen.” ..º.
“Pizarro isn’t such a bad name,” replied the boy.
“The man whom we usually think of by that name
had considerable pluck and energy, to say the least.”
The man stared stupidly, but the horse gave a low
whinny.
“You like your name, don’t you, old fellow 2 Well,
then, show us what you can do,” said Reginald, taking
hold of the bridle.
The horse gave a strong pull, started and went on a
few steps.
“Very good,” said Reginald, encouragingly, “come
on now with me.” And again the horse started. When-
ever he showed signs of stopping the boy encouraged
him with petting or a “Come on, Pizarro !” until, in
this way, the top of the hill was reached.
“There, old fellow, you have done it,” exclaimed
Reginald, in an exultant tone. The dog seemed to .
share his enthusiasm, for he leaped about with a
joyous bark, and even the horse lifted his head and
shook it up and down as if he, too, felt that he had
done a good job.
“He will go on all right now,” said Reginald to the
teamster, who was following; “but you have rather a
4 HOLLYHURST.
heavy load on, and your wheels don’t run quite true.
That makes it harder for him, especially going up
hill.”
“The wheels are well enough, but there’s no count-
ing on a balky horse,” answered the man, sullenly.
“He seems to be a fairly good horse, only he is a
little discouraged, and I don’t think his shoes are just
right. When he puts a foot down, it isn’t quite level;
one side of the shoe seems higher than the other.”
“I’ve just had him shod.”
‘‘Perhaps the blacksmith did not understand his
business. Horse's feet are not all alike, any more than
men’s.” -
“You know altogether too much for a youngster of
your size.”
“I don’t know it of myself,” replied Reginald, mod-
estly, but I go with papa when the horses are shod, and
I hear the men talk.”
“Are you Dr. Gardner's boy?”
* Yes.”
“Everybody knows he's a crank.”
The boy flushed, but he answered quietly :
“You can see for yourself, by the way the horse
uses his feet that they hurt him, especially that hind
One.”
The teamster made no reply.
“Well, I must be going, come Duke,” said Reginald,
calling the dog, “ now for a race down hill.”
A young girl standing in the gateway under the
canopy of elm branches, called to him, as he came
HOLL YEHURST. . 5
near. She was younger and fairer than he, but there
was more than a common family resemblance between
them. Her eyes were soft and dark Hike his, and she
had the same frank unstudied grace. Her hair, wavy
and golden, was caught into one long, loose braid.
“Reggie,” she said, “I have been looking for you
everywhere. I thought you must have gone with papa.”
“Did you want me?”
“Yes, there are three little birdies in that nest in
the honeysuckle.”
“Are there? I must go and see them.”
“Wait just a minute; that is the mother bird with
a worm in her mouth ; she is going to feed them.
Softly, Duke, softly l’” she added, slipping her slen-
der hand through the dog's collar, “don’t frighten the
birdies.”
Duke ceased his demonstrations of joy and stood
quietly, looking up in her face with a wise and demure
expression.
Reginald ran lightly up the steps of the piazza, and
peered amid the luxuriant honeysuckle to find the hid-
den nest.
“There isn’t much to a young bird but its mouth,
is there, Rose P’ he said, as he came back.
“They need large mouths,” she answered, “for
they like worms and strawberries and cherries. I
told Perez to leave a little corner of my strawberry
bed outside of the net, so that the mother bird might
know where to find strawberries for them.”
Reginald gave a low, peculiar, bird-like call. From
a tree-top near by came a responsive note.
6 HOLLYHURST.
“Rose, I believe these are the same robins that
built a nest in the honeysuckle last year. It is almost
in the same spot, too.” --
“I hope so. Perhaps they will come back every
year, if we are careful not to disturb them. Now,
Duke, you have been such an obedient dog that we'll
have a race,” said Rose; and away they went, out into
the street, and around the corner into the side street,
bringing up at the barnyard gate. There they met
Perez Deane going with his pails to milk the cows.
It was one of Rose’s pleasures to go with him.
She liked the fresh, sweet odor of the milk; she liked
to watch the patient creatures, meekly surrendering
the life-giving nectar for the benefit of others. One
little Jersey was her especial pet. She had named it
Clover, for it seemed the embodiment of clover fields,
and its breath their ethereal essence. A clean and
roomy hor is always an attractive place. Reginald
and Rose liked to climb the narrow stairs into the
large hay loft, where stray sunbeams crept in through
dusty windows—and there bury each other in the
fragrant hay.
After the milking came the feeding of the various
animals. The children usually shared in this work,
and it was to them an ever fresh delight. While
Reginald measured out grain, and pulled down hay
for the horses and cows, Rose gathered for them clover
and fresh grass.
“It will serve as a salad,” she said.
HOLLYHURST.
They carried fresh milk to the lambs, and laughed
sec them kneel down before the basins in their
eagerness to drink; they made a tour of the coops,
to
watching the hens and chickens and pigeons in their
wild scramble for food; they did not forget Frisky
the cat and her two kittens, and it was an unfailing
amusement to see the English rabbits lift up their
to catch the dainty leaves bestowed
Duke usually followed them about, gravely
quivering noses
upon them.
His supper came last
His gentlemanly instincts would not permit
watching all the proceedings.
of all.
him to eat until all the other animals had been fed.
“Now, Duke,” said Rose, when he had finished,
He is late to-
Come, Duke.”
go and watch for papa.
night; old Don will be very hungry.
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CHA PTER II.
A FRIEND IN NEED.
gº? R. Gardner had been an overworked phy-
| sician in a large town, but observing in
himself certain warning symptoms of phy-
sical breakdown, he had been wise enough
to retreat in season, and had purchased this farm.
Mrs. Gardner had named it Hollyhurst, because in a
tangled thicket within the grounds the children had
found several holly bushes, and with the leaves and
|berries had decorated the house on the first Christmas
of their stay. Hollyhurst it had become to them and
their friends, but in the common talk of the neighbor-
hood it was still known as Gardner’s.
Perez Deane worked for Dr. Gardner. He had been
brought up on a farm, and his practical knowledge,
combined with shrewd common sense, and a Yankee
Knack of turning his hand to many things, made him
an invaluable assistant. He lived in a cottage just
across the lane, and his wife made butter, gathered
berries for marketing, and helped in many Ways.
Reginald had entered the High School at Fairmont,
and went every morning. In the winter some one
usually drove him there, but in pleasant weather he
walked. Whenever he came Out of the house to go,


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A FRIEND IN NEED. - 9
there was Duke waiting at the gate to accompany him.
How the dog knew when the hour came was a question
of much interest at Hollyhurst, but know it he did, for he
was always at his post, in winter as well as in summer.
If by chance any one called him away about that time,
he would show great uneasiness, and at the first possi-
ble moment would leave to go bounding after Reginald.
He seemed to distinguish also between school days
and the Saturdays and Sundays, for, although it was
his delight to go everywhere with his young master, he
appeared to know that the times of departure were
more uncertain on the latter days.
When Reginald reached the school-house, he sent
Duke back and the dog went obediently home, remain-
ing near the house until between one and two o'clock
in the afternoon, when he might again be seen going
in the direction of Fairmont. If he had a plenty of . . .
time, he would trot along in a leisurely way, indulging-
in side excursions into fields and yards, after the
manner of dogs; but if he were late in starting, he
would take the shortest cut, in order to reach Fairmont
by the time the school closed, which was at two. Rose
sometimes teased him by calling him back just as he
was going out of the gate.
“Duke, good fellow,” she would say, “I want
you; come and stay with me.”
The dog would return, leap upon her, wag his tail,
lick her hand, and then look up into her face with
pleading eyes that seemed to say, “You know that I
love you and would like to stay with you, but please
let me go now to meet my dear master.”
10 HOLLYHURST.
Rose could never withstand those pleading eyes,
She would put her arms around his neck, give him a
hug, and then say with a parting pat, “Well, Duke,
you may go, you may go for Reggie.” Then the dog
with an exultant bark would bound away, as if to
make up by extra speed for the delay.
When Reginald came out of school, he usually found
Duke quietly waiting near the entrance to the grounds.
The dog was a favorite with the boys and very friendly
with them all. Occasionally, if Reginald were detained
a few minutes, one and another would try to entice
Duke away, simply as an experiment; but they did not
succeed.
One day he was not in his accustomed place, but in
a moment he came leaping up and greeted Reginald
with his usual demonstrations of joy. Then he left
him and went along a little way to another dog that
-"was lying by the side of the road, and there he stood,
apparently keeping guard over him. Reginald fol-
lowed and bending down looked the dog over. He
was small and rough and dusty, and there was a pitiful
expression in his brown eyes. He made no attempt to
rise, and an examination showed that he had a broken
leg.
“Duke, I hope you haven't been fighting with a
dog so much smaller than yourself,” said Reginald.
Duke had no words with which to repel the insinua-
ion, but a small boy standing by, said:
“He got run over; I saw the cart that did it.”
“And didn't the man stop and see about it?”
“No, he drove right on.”
A FRIEND IN NEED. 11
“Do you know whose dog he is?”
“No,” answered the boy.
Reginald looked at the name on the dog's collar,
but it was not a familiar one to him. -
“Come along, Reg | Arn’t you going home?” called
a school-mate, who lived some distance along the road
that Reginald took in going to Hollyhurst.
“I can’t go yet,” replied Reginald, “I’ve got to see
about this dog.”
“O, come along !”
“This dog has a broken leg l’”
“It isn't your dog l’”
“No, but I can’t let him lie here and suffer if he
isn’t my dog ' "
“Let the man who owns him look out for him.”
“I don’t know the man, and he doesn’t know prob-
ably that the dog is hurt.”
“Well, call a policeman and put it in his care.”
“The policeman might club him. Jarvis wouldn’t,
but this isn’t his beat.”
“It is none of your concern anyway.”
“Then I shall make it my concern,” said Reginald,
his cheek flushing. “If papa were here I think he
could set it, but I don’t know how to get him here, or
to get the dog there. Do you suppose Dr. Chessley
would set it º’’
“He’d laugh at you, Reg. Do you suppose he’d .
spend his time over that stray dog? You don’t know
the owner, and you’ll get no thanks for it.”
“I shall get the thanks of the dog and of Duke.”
12 FIOLL YHURST.
“Of Duke P’’ said the boy, with a sneer.
“Yes. Don’t you see that he has asked me as
plainly as he can, to help this dog?”
The boy laughed, a laugh not pleasant to hear.
Duke had all the time been standing quietly by,
occasionally putting his nose down to his suffering
companion, but suddenly he gave a short, sharp bark .
and ran rapidly along on the Enderly road. Reginald
looked after him, and in a moment he saw Don’s white
face coming around the corner, and behind him in the
wagon was Dr. Gardner.
“Are you ready to go home, Reggie” he called, as
he came within hailing distance.
“I should be, but there is a dog here with a broken
leg. Can’t you do som thing for him f°
Dr. Gardner drove ul , tied his horse and examined
the injured limb.
“I think I can help im if I can get a bit of sole-
eather,” he said, looki g around. ‘‘Perhaps I can
get it in that shop. Do you know whose dog this is P’’
*\F. D. Whitman is ºn the collar. Do you know
him *
“I don’t think of any man with that name.”
“Papa, you get the leather, and I’ll run over to
the post office and inquire. They will know there if
anywhere.”
The doctor procured the leather, cut it, soaked it
and moulded it about the leg. The dog submitted
without resistance. He seemed to understand that
they were trying to help, not harm him. Duke stood

A FRIEND IN NEED. 13
quietly by watching the proceedings with apparent
interest. -
“There is a Mr. Whitman who has lately taken the
old Symonds place,” said Reginald, when he came
back. “The postmaster thinks he may be the man
we want to find.” - -
“Are the initials the same 2''
“The Same.”
“The Symonds place is on Burroughs street, I
think.”
“Well, then we'll take the dog up there,” said the
doctor.
They lifted him up and laid him comfortably in the
back of the wagon and drove to the place. The
house had been once a stately residence, and was still
a fine building, though now in an unfashionable quar-
ter by reason of what is called the march of improve-
ment. The dog, as it proved, belonged to Mr. .
Whitman’s little daughter, and the family received
him with evident joy and with many thanks to Dr.
Gardner and Reginald for their kindness and thought-
ful care. sº - -
As they turned to go away Reginald said: -
“Duke, you deserve a ride, jump in, old fellow,”
and Duke gladly availed himself of the privilege, for
he was as fond of a drive as Rose herself.

zºº w
On Wanton Killing.
But yet, O, man, rage not beyond thy need
J)een it not glory to swell in try rammy,
Thou art of blood; joy not to see things bleed
Thou fearest death; think they are loti to Clie ;
A plaint of guiltless heart doth pierce the sky.
(SIR PHILLIP SYDNEY.)
CHAPTER III.
BREAD UPON THE WATERS.
WiT was Sunday—a June Sunday in New
| England.
“Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune
And over it softly her warm ear lays.”
Buttercups were still starring the grass, but the
dandelions had changed into pale and fleecy moons.
The trees were in full leaf and seemed to be rejoicing
in their exuberant vitality, as trees have a way of do-
ing at this season. Birds were on the wing, insects
were buzzing and humming, each breath of wind came
laden with fragrance. Everywhere was color, odor,
motion; everywhere was life, breathing, budding,
soaring life.
In the large, old-fashioned room at Hollyhurst, a
family group were gathered around the breakfast
table. Any one acquainted with Dr. Gardner and his
wife would have no difficulty in accounting for the
children, and those who knew the children could
easily imagine what the father and mother must be.
Not that they were all so much alike. . The fire and
force within each found its own individual expression,


14
BREAD UPON TEIE WATERS. 15
but about them all was the same atmosphere of
genuine simplicity and serene unselfishness.
“Papa, do you know that some men call you a
crank?” asked Reginald.
Dr. Gardner looked across the table at his wife
with a humorous twinkle in his eye. “I have had
a vague suspicion that such might be the case,” he
answered.
“But do you care?”
“That depends upon why they call me so.”
“It seems to be because you are so particular about
the treatment of horses and other animals.”
“Because I try to make life a little easier for
them.”
‘‘I think that is about it.”
“If you were called a crank on that account,
should you care, my son?” - - -
“No, sir, I don't think I should,” answered the
boy, thoughtfully. ** -
** Neither dO I.” sº-
“Let me repeat to you something that I read in a
magazine this morning,” said Mrs. Gardner. “ Every
mew thought, every step forward that has ever blessed
the world, has been thought wrong at first by a vast
majority.”
A little later the group that had gathered about the
breakfast table were standing out near the barn.
They were going into Fairmont to church, and Regi-
nald was harnessing the old mare, Rebekah. The
mare had been for many years a family possession.
16 HOLLYHURST.
Mrs. Gardner had named her Rebekah, the Jewess,
because Saturday was her Sabbath. Dr. Gardner be-
lieved, in common with many others, that one day in
seven for rest is essential to the well-being of human-
ity, but the doctor went further. He thought that
all animals employed by men should come under the
same law, so he allowed them one day in the week
for entire freedom from toil. Thus it came about that
Rebekah cropped the sweet grass, and cooled her feet
in the meadows on Saturday, while on Sunday she
again took up her task—Scarcely more than a pleasure
—of serving her master’s needs. -
As the family were driving quietly on to Fairmont,
enjoying the dewy freshness and fragrance of the
summer morning, their attention was attracted by a
horse and carriage coming towards them. The horse
Feemed to be tacking, so to speak, for he pursued a
zig-zag course from one side of the street to the
other. He was dripping with sweat, and was evi-
dently quite exhausted. He seemed, moreover, utterly
bewildered and discouraged. In the wagon were two
men ; one was jerking the reins and making aimless
attempts at guidance, which accounted for the erratic
course, while the other held a whip, which he snapped
and brandished violently. - -
“Look at that poor, poor horse, and those cruel
men 2° exclaimed Rose. “Do speak to them, papal’’
“They are hardly in a state to listen, I fear,”
answered her father.
“But try, papa, try 1” she said, rising up in her
BREAD UPON THE WATERS. 17
excitement, while Rebekah, as if prompted by some
instinct of sympathy, immediately stopped.
“I hope you haven’t far to go, my friends !” said
Dr. Gardner, addressing the men. “Your horse
seems to be about used up.”
“Aw—he's—aw— right, oney—come fro–Fair-
mont,” replied one of them.
“Do you live in Fairmont?”
“Naw—ben—Over there.”
“When did you go?”
“Lass—night.” -
“Have you been driving all night?”
“Naw—put him up.”
“Where P’’
“Aw—just—on side o' Fairmont.”
“I thought so. Did you have him taken out?”
‘‘ Naw—did we ?” said the One who had hitherto
spoken, turning to his less talkative, but not less de-
moralized companion.
“Naw—put—him—in—a—shed.”
“I suppose he has had nothing to eat?”
“Had—good—meal—'fore—we started.”
“Who Owns the horse P’’
“Man— in-Ash— brook—what's—his— name—
can't-think—of-it.”
“Well, the best thing you can do is to drive
straight to Ashbrook, and get this horse home as soon
as possible.” -
“Aw—he's—aw—right.”
“No, he isn’t all right, there is much that is wrong
- 18 * HOLLYHURST.
with him. I think he is considerably nearer right
than you are, however,” said the doctor, his fine face
flushing with irritation. -
The men laughed stupidly. “Aw—good joke,”
said one. -
“You will not consider it a joke, if the horse dies
on your hands and you have to pay for him.”
They looked a little alarmed at this. “Guess we
—better—be—going,” said one, weakly.
“You might as well put up that whip,” continued
the doctor. “The horse isn’t able to do more than
walk anyhow. You needn’t even try to guide him; he
knows the way as well as you do.”
“Thass so, he knows the way,” chimed in both.
“Hold up the reins so they don’t dangle and let
him take his own gait. See that you do as I say,
otherwise I shall have to report you. You know
Where.”
“Ya—guess we better be goin’.”
“Do you think the horse will die, papa?” asked
Rose, anxiously, as they drove on.
“I think not, though I have seen more than one die
under less ill-treatment, but I had to reach them in
some way, and the finer faculties were off duty.”
“They seemed to listen to you,” said Mrs. Gard-
The I’.
“Yes, with the ear of the flesh.”
“But not with the inner ear?” she asked.
“That was submerged—in whiskey.” -
“They did not get angry with you, papa,” said
Reginald.
BREAD UPON THE WATERS. 19
“They are not of the blustering kind. . They are,
doubtless, very decent fellows when at their best.”
“But papa, the poor horse had to suffer just as
much as though the men had been really cruel.”
“Just as much ! And such cases are numberless.”
“O ! that men should put an enemy in their mouths
to steal away their brains !” quoted Mrs. Gardner.
“Beasts, as we call them,” said the doctor, “
true to the nature that is given them ; while men,
those we have just met, are not.”
“It is too bad to spoil; a fine morning like th
such a way,” exclaimed Reginald.
“I am almost sorry we met them,” said Rose.
shall think about it all day.”
“We must lend a hand, when we can,” said is
Gardner. “Perhaps by meeting them, we may have
helped a little, either the horse or the men.”
“Do you think so, papa?” asked Rose.
“I hope so,” he answered, but his tone was not
hopeful. -
GOD,
PEACE ON EARTH,
'N PN ESS, Justice
AND MERCY To
EVERY Living
CREATURE.












Medical Faculty
: “Nothing without Cruelty” might really be
the device of the medical profession at the
present moment. If a remedy be proposed
I founded on a long series of painfui experi-
ments On animals, it is received at once with
acclammation as quite sure to save thousands of
lives, even before it has saved a Single one.
| If, on the contrary, it has nothing to do with
Crºtelty of any kind, then, no matter what evi.
(lence is produced of its practical efficacy, Or
how distinguished may be the name of its
Originator, it falls as dead as a door-mail on the
i medical ear.—(Edinburg, Scotland, Ireport.)
|
FAIR PLAY.
ºf OOD morning, Jim. Aren’t you the fellow
that said you wanted to see fair play?”
Reginald was on his way to school, and
the boy to whöm he spoke was throwing
Bs at a flock of sheep that were browsing on a
£k near the road.
When do you mean?” asked Jim.
When those Ashbrook fellows were having a little
skirmish yesterday.”
“Yes, I always like fair play.”
“Do you call it fair play to throw stones at helpless
creatures that have no hands to throw them back again?”
“They are only sheep.”
“But sheep have rights as well as boys—or men.
They are in their own field, interfering neither with
you nor any one else, and you have no more right to
throw stones over there than that ram has to jump
over the fence and butt you.”
“I like to see them huddle together and run; they
look so comical,” said the boy, thrusting both hands
into his pockets in true Yankee fashion.
“Do you !” exclaimed Reginald. “Well, you have
both hands in your pockets; suppose now that you


FAIR PLA. Y. t ~ 21
couldn’t take them out ! How would you like to have
me pelt you with stones?” w
The boy did not reply. -
“Come,” said Reginald, “aren’t you going to school?”
They walked on together a little way in silence, then
Jim said: -
“Reg—you are a queer one. If any other fellow
said such things to me as you do, I’d get riled.”
“Would you? I am glad you don’t get riled with me,
Jim, because I like you. You are always square, so far
as boys are concerned ; no mean tricks about you, and
you never bully little ones nor girls. If you are going
to pitch into a fellow you take one of your own size;
but don’t you think you are rather hard on animals?”
“I don’t know but I am,” admitted Jim. “I never
thought much about it; I never thought as they had
any rights before.” -
“Have you done all these algebra examples?” asked
Reginald.
“There are three I can’t do.”
‘‘ Which three ?”
“The last two and the fifth.”
“I have done the last two. You can take my paper
if you like, but I can’t see through the fifth, that’s a
Sticker.”
At the close of school that day one of a group of
boys called to Reginald :
“We want to get up a ball game to-morrow after-
noon. Can you come over and play ?”
“I wish I could, but I’ve got to work to-morrow.”
22 FIOLL YEIURST.
“At home P’’
* * Yes.”
“O fudge they'll let you off.”
“But the work must be done, and I promised to do
it. It would be hardly fair to go away and leave it
for somebody else to do. Come, Duke,” he said—
and away he went, whistling cheerily.
“Reg Gardner is a curious fellow,” said the boy who
had been talking. “If he has made up his mind to do
a thing he’ll do it, no matter what you say to him, nor
what else is going on.”
“And to see him fussing over a lame dog,” said
another, “ or blazing away at somebody that has been
stoning a stray cat, you'd think him a soft-hearted
goose ; but meet him in a wrestling match or on the ball
ground, and you’ll change your tune; he can give and
take hard knocks as well as anybody.”
“He’s a first rate ball player,” said the first speaker,
‘‘I wish he would come Over to-morrow.”
“He’s a peaceable fellow, too,” continued the second
boy, “he would never get up a quarrel with anyone on
his own account; but did you see him lay Gus Herkimer
flat to-day at recess, because he tripped up that little
lame boy?” -
“Yes, and served him right, too. Gus is a great
bully, but I don’t think there are many boys in our
class that could have done it. Gus is two years
older, and pretty stout.”
“There’s nothing priggish about Reg, either,” said
a third. “He works like a steam engine Over those
hard problems in algebra, and digs away at those latin
FAIR PLAY. 23
sentences, and when he's done them all, he’ll lend his
papers right and left.”
A day or two later, as Reginald was on his way to
school, Jim came out and joined him. Suddenly while
they were walking quietly along, Jim Stooped and
picking up a stone threw it at a bird that was singing
on a tree near by. The bird ceased its singing and flew
away.
“Is that fair play, Jim 2" said Reginald. “How
would you like to have a great cannon-ball come whizz-
ing past your head now 2°
“Really, Reg, I didn’t think what I was doing. I
have got such a habit of throwing stones—trying to
see how well I can aim, you know—that I don’t half
the time know when I am doing it.”
“Set up a target somewhere in a safe place and
throw at that, but don’t make targets of living creatures
that can suffer pain.”
They walked on in silence for awhile, then Jim said:
“Reg, I suppose you’ll say that taking birds' eggs
isn’t fair play.”
“Of course it isn’t. Would you like to go home to-
day and find that some thief had been in and stolen
your most valued possessions. Would you now —
honest ?”
“No, I shouldn't.” -
“Isn't it about the same thing? Only I don’t know
that we have any possessions quite so valuable to us
as a bird’s eggs are to her. They seem to be about all
that she has.”
“That’s so,” said Jim, thoughtfully.
C H A P T E R. W.
DR. GARDNER RESPONDS TO A TOAST.
gºl N the Fourth of July there was to be a
\;| picnic at Enderly.
The Fourth of July It means no more
to other nations than the Fourth of June
or the Fourth of September; but to us it presents a
series of dissolving views, ranging upwards from the
Chinese fire-cracker exploding beneath our feet, to the
sentiments that cluster about the star-spangled banner
waving over our heads.
It was to be a real Fourth of July picnic, with a brass
band, patriotic songs—the “Declaration of Independ-
ence,” and a basket luncheon. Hollyhurst was to be
represented in a body, so to speak; all the family were
going, including Perez and Sophronia. Perez had
put three seats in the express wagon, and Don and
Rebekah were to be considered a “span,” for the time
being. Reginald desired greatly to take Duke, but
Dr. Gardner said, “No ; Duke must be left for a Home
Guard.” -
Hampers of food, and bags of grain for the horses,
were packed under the seats, and when they were ready
to start, Reginald said: --.
“Now, Duke, I am very sorry, but it has been
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DR. GARDNER RESPONDS TO A TOAST. 25
decreed that you must stay here and take charge of
things. Do you understand?”
Duke looked up at him earnestly, with solemn, intek.
ligent eyes. Did he understand 1 Poor Duke 1 The
gift of speech had been denied him . He could not say
that he did, or that he did not ; he could not plead to
go with the party, but when they drove out of the
yard, he looked after them wistfully, yet made no
attempt to follow. -
“I suppose you think Duke understands every word
you say, Reggie,” said Sophronia.
“He understands the meaning of it perfectly,”
replied Reginald. “He will not leave the yard to-day.
We shall find him at his post when we return.”
“Duke knows so much,” said Rose ; “it almost
seems as though he might be taught to talk.”
“If he could be, what a companion he would make,”
said Reginald.
They all laughed, and Mrs. Gardner said:
“You might not like him so well. Is it not Ge
Eliot, who says: ‘Animals are such agreeable fri
—they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms.’”
“There is something in that,” said her husban
with an appreciative mod. “Negative blessings someº
times contribute as much to our peace of mind as posi-
tive ones.” .-- * . ~ *
“You all think so much of your horses and dogs,”
said Sophronia, “I must tell you about one of my hens.
Perez says a hen’s head is too small to have any brains,
but I don’t agree with him.”






26 IHOL L YHURST.
“What about the hen, please,” asked Rose.
“It’s about my black hen. She has a brood of
young chickens. The other hens and chickens—older
ones—step on the little ones and eat up the food, so I
put her in the shed under the woodhouse. Yesterday
it rained, and the spout leaked and the water ran in
there. I forgot about the hem for some time, but when
I went out she was standing on the highest thing she
could reach by stepping up, and she had all her chick-
ens on her back. The water was up around her. She
could have flown higher, but perhaps the chickens
would have fallen off and drowned. Now do you call
that instinct or brains?”
“It looks very much like the power of reasoning,
doesn’t it?” replied Dr. Gardner.
“I have lately read a remarkable instance of intelli-
gence in a bird,” said Reginald. “A swallow had built
a nest in a barn, and a man looking into it saw that
f the young birds had a few horse hairs wound
t its leg. He removed the hairs, and then found
the leg was broken. He put the bird back in the
and left it. The next day he looked in again and
found the leg bandaged as before. This time he
id not interfere with the bird surgeon. He looked
into the nest occasionally, and in about two weeks he
found that the hairs were being carefully removed one
by one. When the last hair was taken off the union
of bone seemed to be perfect, and very soon the bird
flew away with the others.”
, “Papa, do you think that can be a true story?”
asked Rose.



DR. GARDNER RESPONDS TO A TOAST. 27
*
%
§
“I read it in the American Naturalist,” said Regi-
nald. -
“Then it must be true,” said his father.
“Papa, when you speak like that, I can’t tell whether
you are in earnest or whether you are quizzing us,”
said Rose.
As they drew near to Enderly, teams began to
congregate from all the country round about. There
were large horses, small horses, lean horses, brawny
horses, brown horses, black horses, gray horses, tawny
horses, gray old plodders, gay young friskers, and
vehicles of all descriptions. Many of the teams were
so overcrowded as to arouse the indignation of the
Gardners. In one wagon, drawn by one small, lean
horse, were six grown persons, mostly women, and
two children.
“Some of 'em in that wagon are pretty lusty folks,”
said Perez. “They look better able to walk than the
hoss does to lug ‘em.” -
“I am sorry to speak unkindly of my sex,” said Mrs.
Gardner, “but women—some women—have no mercy
On a horse.” -
“I have occasionally noticed that fact myself,”
responded her husband. “Women — some women —
seem to think a horse can draw anything, and never get
tired.”
“Oh ” sighed Rose, “I wish that horses were able
to complain when they suffer.”
“They might not do any better by 'em if they
could,” declared Perez. “It is easy enough now to


28 PHOLLYHURST.
tell when a hoss is tired, but a good many men will
give him the whip just the same. You can get con-
siderable work out of a tired hoss with a whip.”
Enderly grove was a delightful retreat. The under-
brush had been trimmed away and the tall oaks and
beeches stretched upwards, far upwards, as if seeking
the very source of light. On one side was a beautiful
pond, and moored in a sheltered cove were row-boats,
that could be hired for a dash over the sparkling
Water.
The band was playing stirring airs, when the Gard-
ners arrived, and the hum of many voices was heard.
A flag was floating gaily over the entrance to the
grove, and within swings had been put up for the
occasion, and a target ground improvised. But there
was to be something more than flags and music, and
songs and row-boats. The National Birthday has not
yet been entirely surrendered to youthful amusements
and the explosion of gunpowder. In an open space
was a platform, and benches with every seat filled.
Presently on the platform one gentleman rose, and read
the ringing sentences of the Declaration of Indepen-
dence. Then came a semi-political, semi-patriotic ad-
dress of some length. Then came the one feature of
every festival in which no one refuses to join — the
luncheon. There was a general rush for the baskets,
and from their depths came forth hams, tongues, chick-
ens, salads, pies, cakes, coffee, lemonade, and all the .
tempting things that go to make up an inviting meal.
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DR. GARD NER RESPONDS TO A TOAST. 29
sociability that the freedom of the woods is sure to
cause. But in the meantime where were Don and
Rebekah. They had been taken from the wagon and
a part of the harness removed ; tied to a tree in a
distant part of the grove they munched their grain
contentedly, together with a handful of grass that Regi-
nald had brought them by way of dessert. Some of
their companions were not so fortunate. Many a horse
looked about anxiously and whinnied in vain for the
dinner which some careless owner had forgotten to
bring ; others, more restive, pawed the ground im-
patiently and nibbled eagerly the few oak leaves within
their reach, striving by such meagre diet to allay their
hunger. -
After the luncheon came the toasts. “The day we
celebrate,” “The Union and the Constitution,” “The
Chief Magistrate of the Nation,” “The Old Flag,”
“The Commonwealth of Massachusetts,” were all
duly proposed, and satisfactorily disposed of by ap-
propriate responses. Local toasts followed as : “The
Town of Enderly,” “Our Educational Institutions,”
“Our Band,” but at length, when it was waxing late,
a sentiment was launched forth into the “startled air,”
that had perhaps never awakened the echoes in this or
any other grove.
“Our Dumb Animals” was given by the President
of the day, and Dr. Gardner was called upon to re-
spond.
His wife looked over at him with wifely solicitude.
He had not expected to speak. It was an impromptu
toast, suggested by a bit of private conversation, and


30 HOLLYHURST.
nothing in the speeches of the afternoon had led up
to it.
He rose at once and, without preliminaries or
apology, began quietly :
“I think it was Miss Martineau who said, ‘Con-
sidering how long we have lived in close association
with animals, it is astonishing how little we know
about them.” -
‘‘ I am impressed anew with the truth of this state-
ment, as I consider the sentiment that has been as-
signed me, “Our Dumb Animals /* If by the word
“dumb we mean destitute of the power of human
speech, I suppose they are so, but the word is not
limited to this meaning, and in any other sense
animals are not dumb. They have many calls and
cries—varying with the species—that are intelligible
to the individuals of each species, and sometimes to
us. There is said to be a similarity in the neighing of
horses, the lowing of cows, the barking of dogs—the
World over. -
“Sir John Lubbock says: ‘Hitherto we have tried
to teach animals, not to learn from them —to convey our
ideas to them, rather than to devise some method by
which they might communicate theirs to us.”
“This, it seems to me, is a suggestive thought, and
may if acted upon, produce great changes in our re-
lations with animals. I have lately read an account
of Mr. Garner’s experiments. He has been testing
and carefully analyzing the sounds made by animals
and birds. He thinks the sounds made by monkeys
DR. GARDNER RESPONDS TO A TOAST. 31
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t
most closely resemble those made by the human race.
He therefore proposes to go into the jungle, where the
great apes, the gorilla, and the chimpanzee live, and
study their modes of life; but his central purpose is to
solve the great problem of speech. He intends to
take a phonograph with him, and procure a record of
the sounds they make and learn to interpret them, un-
til he thoroughly understands them, and in turn, if
possible, to make himself understood by the aid of
the phonograph. He says, “I do not expect any high
type of speech—only such as may serve them to
express the wants of their simple lives—but their
speech is the only gateway to their minds. A knowl-
edge of their language cannot injure man, and it may
be a benefit to them and also to other animals.’
“There are far more practical views of this subject,
upon which I might speak to you to-day, but my ideas
upon the every day treatment of animals are already
familiar to most of you. It is late and you have had
a feast of good things; I will, therefore, not detain
you, but before we part let me entreat you that in the
enjoyment of this festive occasion you do not forget .
the faithful companions by whose aid you came here,
and through whose aid you will be enabled to go
home. Remember that they have bodies, not unlike
Our Own in their needs—bodies that can be wearied
by labor—that must be sustained by food.”
There was a round of applause—long continued—
as he sat down. It was the last toast, and the com-
pany immediately began to disperse, some to engage



32 FIOLL YEHURST.
in the various amusements provided, and some who
lived at a distance, to make preparations for return-
ing. -
“Papa,” said Reginald, as they were driving home,
“I have never heard of Mr. Garner, or of his experi-
ments, but I have done a little, a very little, in that
way myself. I have studied the songs and calls of
birds, and I can imitate some of their notes sufficiently
well to get a similar note in response. It is very in-
teresting; I mean to follow it up with birds and also
with animals.”
“I hope that you will be contented to confine your
observations to our domestic animals,” said his mother,
“ and not wish to go off into the jungle with the
gorillas.”
As they turned into the yard at Hollyhurst, Duke
came bounding to meet them.
“You are glad to see us, are’nt you?” said Reginald.
“Have you been lonely, old fellow 2°
Had he been lonely? Had he thought it hard that
the pleasure granted to others had been forbidden to
him 2 If so, he had forgiven and forgotten. He had
for them only a joyous welcome.
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C H A P T E R VI.
LADY CLARE.
NEW England cherry tree seems to be a
tree of moods. It will stand seemingly
§ſº idle for years, clothed alone in its robe of
tº leaves; again it will put forth lovely white
blossoms, only to scatter them profitless in snowy
drifts upon the breeze; then most unexpectedly, per-
haps, it will hang out on every limb and branch and
smallest twig ruddy globes of choicest nectar. The
old cherry tree at Hollyhurst was in one of these benev-
olent moods. Perez and Reginald had just climbed up
into it to gather the delicious fruit, when Mr. Spencer
Hibbard’s carriage rolled by.
Mr. Hibbard had taken the Ross cottage in Ash-
brook for the summer. His horses had been sent
down, the family were already there, and every fine
day some of them might be seen driving along the
pleasant country roads.
“What a fine pair of horses,” said Reginald, peer-
ing out from among the leaves.
“They trot tolable well together, don’t they?”
responded Perez.
“Yes, and they are so well matched as to size and
color.”
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34 HOLLYHURST.
“That's so, and yet they are onequally yoked to-
gether, after all, which isn’t accordin’ to Scripter.
The off one there, the mare, Lady Clare I believe they
call her, can’t hold out nigh so long as the other.
She’s a high-strung, nettlish critter.”
“A tight check-rein is enough to make any horse
nettlish,” replied Reginald. “See how her head is
strained up and how uncomfortable she looks.”
“If she feels as mean as I do in a stiff collar, she
feels mean enough,” grumbled Perez.
“Oh, Perez P’ exclaimed Reginald. “What a
comparison She must feel worse, much worse. You
do not work in a stiff collar, and you need not wear it
unless you wish. A horse has no choice in the matter.”
“I thank my stars I wasn't born a hoss. They are
the most abused animals in creation.”
“How Lady Clare, as you all call her, works her
mouth and shakes her head from side to side,” said
Reginald, looking after the carriage, which was just
disappearing over the top of the hill.
“They’ll have trouble with her before long, they are
bound to. I met the coachman down at Jones’s last
night. He owned ’twas as much as he could do to
hold her in sometimes,” said Perez.
“If you know the coachman, Perez, can’t you per-
suade him to drive with a loose rein,” asked Rose,
who was standing at the foot of the tree picking up
the cherries that Reginald threw down to her.
“He’d be ready enough to do it, if he could. 'Tisn’t
his fault. Hibbard requires it.”
JAD Y CLARE. 35
s..
“Do you know the name of the other horse?” asked
Reginald.
“They call him ‘The Grey Knight.” Somebody
must have set up nights to name ‘em.”
“He doesn’t seem to mind the check-rein so much
as Lady Clare.” *
“No, he's got a better temper, and he’s been well
trained. He's a fine animal every way. I’d like to
Own him.” -
“Isn't it harder for horses to draw a load when
they wear a tight check-rein” asked Reginald. :
“A mighty sight harder. It brings a great strain
on the back and legs.”
“Why do people use it, then?” asked Rose.
“It’s style. Folks must have a stylish turnout,”
answered Perez.
“Even if the horses have to suffer for it,” said
Reginald. “I wonder when men will consider that
animals have rights as well as themselves.”
“In the millennium, I guess, whenever that may
be,” said Perez, grimly.
“The horses had nets on,” ventured Rose, apologeti-
cally, as though she wished to offer some mitigating
fact. -
“Yes—nets with meshes big enough for birds to
fly through. Flies would be blinder than bats, and
more clumsy than June bugs, if they couldn’t find a
way to bite between 'em. No matter, so long as they
have plenty of red tossels on 'em and look gay.”
“O, Perez,” said Reginald, “I thought docking had

36 HOLLYHURST.
been done away with ; but yesterday, in Fairmont, I
met a man on horseback, and the horse had only the
least little stub of a tail. Isn’t it cruel to treat a
horse like that ?”
“It’s mighty mean. If the men who do it had to
have their hands tied and then be made to sit on the
edge of Pike's swamp for a couple of hours or so
every night, it would serve 'em about right. They’d
soon find out what nice company mosquitoes and
horseflies are.”
“I don’t see why they do it. I think a horse looks
much better with a handsome tail.”
“Fashion, nothing but fashion. Some folks think
they know more than the Almighty, so they try to
improve on His works.”
The next afternoon, as Mrs. Gardner was sitting on
the piazza sewing, she was startled to see the Hibbard
horses dashing madly down the hill. A loaded coal
cart was going up ; the teamster saw the danger and
did his best to turn aside to give them room, but he
had no time, the carriage was upon him in an instant.
There was a grating and a grinding of wheels, a
cracking—a crashing—the rattling of coal, the voice
of a man, the scream of a woman. The mare gave a
great leap, partly cleared herself, and fell; the carriage
went over, and the Occupants were piled one upon
another. Then—for a minute—there was utter quiet-
ness—no sound—no motion. It was broken by the
cry of an infant. .*
“Rose, run for Perez,” called Mrs. Gardner, as she
hastened to the scene of the accident.
LADY OLARE. • 37
f|
Apparently there had not been a man in sight when
the collision occurred, but one and another sprang up,
as if by magic, from unexpected quarters, and soon
there were at least half a dozen on the spot. There
was work enough for all, with one horse strugghing on
the ground, the other trembling with fear and excite-
ment, ready to run on slight provocation, and several
persons to be extricated from the wreck. The coach-
man was at first stunned by the fall, but he soon
picked himself up and began to help. There had been - -
with him in the carriage, Mrs. Hibbard, her young
sister Miss Lydston, Alida the maid, and the baby;
the latter was still clasped in its nurse’s arms. It had
escaped without a scratch, as babies so often seem to
do, and when Mrs. Gardner took it up it ceased
crying, and began to smile. Mrs. Hibbard and the
maid, though badly bruised and shaken up, had
suffered no serious injury, but Miss Lydston had not
been so fortunate — she was lying on the ground white
and still. Perez took her up and carried her to the
house. Mrs. Gardner, putting the baby into Rose’s
arms, hurried on ahead to prepare a bed and look up
restoratives, while Mrs. Hibbard and Alida followed
as Soon as possible.
Mrs. Gardner was naturally helpful and quick to
learn, and through long association with the doctor
had become skilful in emergencies. She saw as she
worked over her patient that one arm hung down
helplessly, and without alarming the others she
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38 HOLLYHURST.
physician. To her great relief, just as Perez was
about to start, Dr. Gardner drove into the yard. He
made an examination of the arm, and found that it
was broken, and at Mrs. Hibbard’s urgent request he
proceeded to set and bandage it.
Miss Lydston seemed restless and feverish, and
was so exhausted by pain and the shock of the acci-
dent that the doctor did not think it safe for her to be
moved. Arrangements were therefore made for her to
remain at Hollyhurst. Mrs. Gardner made a cup of
tea and brought out some light refreshments for the
others, and then the doctor took them to Ashbrook.
Outside, in the meantime, the men had been not less
busy. When the horses were detached from the wreck,
Lady Clare was found to be severely cut and bruised
and so lame that she could with difficulty limp over
to the stable at Hollyhurst. The Grey Knight had
luckily escaped with only a few bruises. The teamster
and his horse were not injured, but his cart had lost a
wheel. The coal had been reloaded upon another
and he had gone on his way. -
“If there must be a smashup they took a good
place for it,” said a man who was helping, as various
tools and remedies were sought for and found in the
Hollyhurst barn.
“That's so,” said another, “there are few places
like Gardner's. He keeps about everything on hand.”
It was indeed true, for although Dr. Gardner did
not intend or desire his place to be considered in any
sense an inn or a half-way house, yet on account of its
LADY OLARE. 39
situation and its many appliances for the comfort of
men and animals it was often used as such. And
because the doctor had given up the practice of his
profession, he did not, therefore, cease to render help
when it came in his way to do so. There is never .
any lack of such work if only one has the heart to
perceive and hand to execute it.
“Perez, do you know what started the Hibbard
horses?” asked the doctor that evening.
“Why, Simpson was moving his row-boat. He
had that small cart of his, and the boat was laid sort
of endwise across the sides. Well, the mare didn’t
like the looks of that, but Plummer, the coachman,
said she was all out of sorts, anyhow. She reared up
before she got out of the yard at a piece of paper that
blew by, and again at a wheelbarrow they met. It's
the last straw that breaks the camel's back.”
“No one can blame her for being restive,” said
Reginald, “her mouth is so sore she can hardly eat;
we shall have to give her soft feed.”
“That check-rein is doing the business for her,”
said Perez.
“I noticed a horse with his head reined up high,
in Fairmont, to-day,” continued the doctor. “He was
a fine looking creature, and well kept as to flesh and
grooming, but distress was as plainly revealed in his
eyes and his mouth as in those of any human coun-
tenance.”
“I think Lady Clare must have been ill treated at
Some time,” said Reginald, “for when I went in to feed
her she tried hard to back out of the stall.”

40 FIOLLYHURST.
•
“She is shy and snappy,” said Perez, “but she
hasn’t a bad eye.” - -
“If we could look back into her past we should
doubtless find wrong treatment somewhere. Horses
don't run away for the love of it,” said the doctor.
“If the other horse, the Knight, hadn't been well
trained, the accident might have been much worse,”
Said Perez. -
“ Yes,” replied the doetor, “his perfect temper and
training probably saved Miss Lydston's life, perhaps
other lives.”
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From Bostom Evening Transcript,
Nov. 17, 1898. |
THE ENGLISH NOBILITY AGAINST
DOCKING.
To the Editor of the Transcript :
In the Londom Field of Nov. 5, there is an account
of the meeting of the council of the Royal Agricul-
tural Society. Sir Nigel Kingscote proposed, and his
royal highness Prince Christian seconded, the follow-
*
ing resolution:
“That at and after the Maidstone meeting of 1899 no
foals with docked tails be allowed to be exhibited at
the society’s country meetings; that at and after the
meeting of 1900 the same rule shall apply to yearlings
as well as foals; and that at and after the meeting of
1901 to two-year-olds also.”
Prince Christian and Lord Spencer spoke strongly
in favor of the motion, and Sir Nigel Kingscote had
letters supporting his action from Mr. Walter Long,
the president of the Board of Agriculture, Professor
Simonds, the Duke of Westminster, the Earl of Derby
and Mr. Victor Cavendish.
The president of the society, the Earl of Coventry,
before putting the question to the vote, said “that he
heartily concurred in the proposal.” The motion
was carried. -
This is indeed good news for those who think dock-
ALBERT MEREDITH.
ing a cruel fashion.--
. . Milton, Mass., Nov. 16.



}\ They are slaves who fear to speak
!' ... . . . . . . . . . . . . For the fallen and the weak;
They are slaves who will not choose i
Hatred, scoffing and abuse. |
Rather than in silence shrink
From the truth they needs must think. |
They are slaves who dare not be - |
In the right with two or three.
(Lowell)
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* CHA PTER VII.
DR. GARDNER MOUNTS HIS HOBBY.
ºHEN Mr. Spencer Hibbard heard of the
accident he blamed the coachman, as men .
are apt to do, and threatened to discharge
º j him. At Mrs. Hibbard’s urgent request
he promised, however, to do nothing about it until he
should come to Ashbrook, which he was intending
soon to do.
Immediately upon his arrival he drove with Mrs.
Hibbard to Hollyhurst.- Miss Lydston was still there.
Mrs. Hibbard had sent a nurse to attend her, and
under Dr. Gardner’s watchful care she was recovering
as fast as the nature of her injuries would permit.
She was but a year or two older than Rose, and the
company of the latter helped to brighten for her the
| < hours of her enforced retirement. Rose had intro-
duced to her the household pets, and awakened her
interest in the busy, yet pleasant routine of life at
Hollyhurst.
* . . Lady Clare was also still browsing in the green
§ / pasture behind the barn, and Mr. Hibbard went out
to inspect her.
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41
42 - PHOLLYHURST.
blame,” Dr. Gardner was saying to him as they
returned to the house.
“I know, I know, sir; Lady Clare is a peppery
creature, but still I think there must have been care-
lessness on his part.” " -
“We are all careless at times.”
“She was highly recommended to me.”
“Have you had any trouble with her before?”
“I have not found her altogether so satisfactory as
I was led to suppose.”
“If you will excuse my plain speaking I will sugges
that perhaps she does not find everything to her liking.”
“Pardon me, but I do not understand you,” said
Mr. Hibbard, with distant courtesy.
“There is usually some predisposing cause when a
horse runs away.”
“I admit it; the horse was frightened.”
“That was the immediate cause.”
“Immediate 2 Yes, and it is liable to occur at any
time, I suppose. To have the streets cleared before
one is a privilege reserved only for those who happen
to have been born in the purple.”
“Possibly you may have heard that I am something
of a hobbyist,” said Dr. Gardner, with a humorous
smile.
Mr. Hibbard assented to this with an answering
smile, dignified, yet indulgent.
“If you are not in haste, and will allow me to
mount my hobby, I should like to have a talk with a
you.”
“Please go on, sir.”

DR. G. ARD NER MOUNTS HIS HOBB Y. 43
“To begin with, did you ever wear tight boots?”
“I believe I have done so, when I was younger,
but I have long since outgrown such folly.”
“You know, then, how uncomfortable they are,
especially in a hot day. It takes a pretty even
tempered man to be good natured under such an
infliction.”
Mr. Hibbard smiled again, an inquiring smile, as
as if to say, “why this trivial digression?”
“I have been examining your horse’s feet. Her
shoes pinch and bind.”
‘‘ She was shod at Merwin’s. He is considered a
first-class workman.” •
“He is doubtless a first-class mechanic, but his
theory is at fault. He constructs his shoes and then
tries to fit the feet to them. It should of course be
the reverse. You and I would not think of wearing
the same boot. My favorite corn would probably
protest if I should attempt it.” .
Mr. Hibbard received this with a deprecating yet -
affable nod.
“It is the same with a horse The shoe should
follow the conformation of the foot. A slight miscal-
culation in any part makes all the difference between
ease and torture. If you are an observer of horses,
you will notice that most of them have at least one
foot that they favor, whereas every foot ought to
come down with a firm, even stroke.”
“I know that lameness is very common.”
“Much of this lameness, although it may seem to

44 HOLL YEHURST.
be the immediate result of sprains, strained tendons,
decayed hoofs, and other diseases—is caused prim-
arily by improper shoeing. If the shoe is so made
that the foot is not level, the ligaments on the low side
will be strained. You may bathe or blister for it, but
until the strain or the pinch is removed the lameness
will not cease; the pain is so great the horse has to
limp.” *~ -
“I don’t know much about these matters; I have
usually left them with my coachman.”
“But a horse's feet are his capital. He isn’t worth
much when they give out.” -
“That is very true.”
“A horse's foot is really a delicate thing. It is
elastic, it contracts and expands; that is why the shoe
should not bind. The frog is especially elastic and
porous. The hoof has nerves as our teeth do. I
hold that horse-shoeing should be looked upon as a
profession, and that men should study for it as they
do for dentistry. At present it is left largely in un-
skilled hands. I have seen blacksmiths pare away the
hoof and scrape off the glazed covering as though
they were whittling a piece of board.”
“Why have not men sooner found this out and
acted upon it?” *
“It is due partly to ignorance, partly to thought-
lessness, and partly to a false economy Men try to
get all the work or all the speed possible out of a
horse with the least expense; for example, car horses
on smooth and slippery pavements should have calks


DR. G. ARD NEE MOUNTS HIS HOBB Y. 45
on their feet; it would prevent much of that slipping
and straining and chafing that we see now, but car
companies think it would cost more. It is a short-
sighted economy, however, even from a money point
of view. A man does not work well when he is suffer-
ing, neither does a horse, and both wear out sooner.”
“You make out a strong case.”
“Because I feel strongly ; but I must not weary
you with this part of the subject, for I would like to
call your attention to another cruel custom, the use of
a tight check-rein. It holds the head and neck in an
sunnatural and painful position; the horse tries to
relieve himself, then the bit saws his mouth, making
it sore. It is not a natural thing for a horse to foam
at the mouth, but you will observe that most horses
do so when wearing a tight check-rein. Again, a
horse ought to have his head free when drawing a load,
otherwise a greater strain comes on the joints and
muscles, and, in addition to all this it will be sure,
sooner or later, if persisted in, to affect the breathing.
Then there are blinders; why, Mr. Hibbard, let us
for a moment imagine ourselves, on a hot summer day,
in tight or ill-fitting boots, our heads bent back, necks
strained up, stiff blinders, preventing the free use of
our eyes, and then under these hard conditions sup-
pose we were required to drag heavy loads, or run
with great speed, or do any other severe labor. Don’t
you think we should be inclined to smash up things
generally, as Lady Clare did Ž I confess I am not
surprised when a horse rebels against such treatment;
I only wonder that more of them don't.”
46 FIOLL YHURST.
“I begin to think that I am the one who is
responsible for the recent smashup,” said Mr. Hibbard,
thoughtfully.
“What I have said is of course entirely im-
personal,” replied the doctor, “but it seems to me
desirable that the owners of horses should take an
interest in these matters, and not trust entirely to
those who serve them.”
“‘He is well served who serves himself’ is a sound
business principle.” - -
“Then there’s docking, I could talk hours on that,
but sensible men don’t go in for it much now, and the
society with the long name is trying to make it hot for
those who do, and so I will not bore you with it; I
have taxed your patience too long already.”
“Indeed, I have not been bored; I have enjoyed the
conversation, and shall hope to renew it in the near
future. And now, as to Lady Clare, I have no suit-
able place for her at Ashbrook. If it will not be
inconvenient for you, I shall be glad to have her
remain where she is for the present. If you can make
any use of her, please do so.”
- Thus it came about that Lady Clare still lingered in
the meadow, and Reginald, who had grown fond of
her, made her his especial charge. Time, and rest, and
kindness are sovereign remedies for bruised limbs and
ruffled temper, and under this influence she grew more
and more docile as the days went on.


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vivisection, Prof. Lawson Tait, a well-known surgical -
| authority, says:
“It is not a question as to whether Science has
benefited by experiments on living animals or not ; }
that is not the issue at all, for ‘science' is a word |
which is erroneously rendered. The real question is :
whether or not the arts of medicine and surgery
have not been so consistently marked by experi-
ments in themselves so abhorred, that so much evil
has been done and so little good, that they should be
given up entirely. Everybody admits that such
method of research is so untrustworthy as to be out-
| side the use of surgeons altogether.” .
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Il Duke hiſ Don’t you know an ol
friend ?”
Rose was in the garden gathering a
bunch of sweet peas. She looked up and
saw a youth with a shining ebony face leaning against
the gate.
“Why, Tim,” she said, “I am glad to see you.”
“Thankee, Miss Rose,” replied the youth, doffing
his battered hat with an easy native grace, ‘‘thought
I’d come round and see, how you’s all gettin' on.”
“Come in,” she said, “Duke knew you, didn’t
he 2” -
“Yes, he thought first minnit he’d growl—but soon
as I spoke he knew me; he allers was a powerful
knowing dorg.” -
“Where did you come from, Tim?”
“Come from Fairmont, last place. Doctor any
Whars round 2 ”
“He isn’t at home just now, but Perez is.”
“Guess I’ll pay my respects to Miss Gardner.”
As they walked up the yard together, they met Mrs.
Gardner coming from the barn with a basket of eggs.
“Why, Tim,” she said, “is that you?” -
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king of the supposed advantage to science of







48 . HOLLYHURST.
“It’s me, sound as a nut. You are looking oncom-
mon well, Miss Gardner.”
“Thank you, I am very well.”
“And the doctor, 'spose he's 'bout as ushal?”
“He is well. You did not stay long in Fairmont,
Tim.”
“No ; had to work hard, and ’twas cold ; shrunk
me all up, and give me rheumatis.”
“Where did you go?”
“Oh, I drifted down furder South, stayed in two or
three places. Been driftin' back again since spring
Came.” -
“Have you had breakfast?” -
“Oh, yes, had breakfast in Fairmont. Been there
two or three days. Thought I’d walk out and see
what’s goin’ on here. Didn’t know but mebbe the
doctor might have a job for me, hayin’ time’s comin’ on
and harvestin’.” . -
“He usually hires men from Ashbrook for the hay-
ing season.”
“P'raps he might have chores, or somethin’.”
‘‘ He is not at home now.”
“So Miss Rose said. Praps I better wait till he
Comes.” -
“Yes, he will be here this afternoon. I heard him
say a few days ago that he needed another hand on
the place,” said Mrs. Gardner with a smile.
Tim showed two rows of glistening teeth.
“Guess I’ll pay my respecs to Miss Sophrony and
Perez. S'pose Don and Rebekah are all right?”


TIM. 49
“Yes, you’ll find Don in the barn.”
“And Frisky, is she livin' yet?” -
“Indeed she is, and she has two pretty kittens,”
said Rose.
“Well, I’ll hang round till the doctor comes back,”
said Tim, bowing and replacing upon his head the well
worn hat, which he had all this time been holding in
his hand. -
Tim had worked on the farm the summer before,
and had been well liked. He was handy and good-
natured, and in the main reliable. He liked to take
things easy, after the manner of his race, but he could
work well, if need were. Dr. Gardner, having little
for him to do in the winter, had found him a place as
under porter in a store in Fairmont, telling him that in
the spring he could come back if he chose. He stayed
but a few weeks at the place, however, and then disap-
peared, and they heard nothing from him until he
suddenly turned up at the gate.
“Well, Tim,” said the doctor, that afternoon, “you
didn't stay long at Henley's ſ”
“No, sah; I didn’t like very well.”
“Didn't you? I thought it was a good place.”
“Yes, sah, it was a fair place as things go.”
“Did you have to work hard?”
“Had to work pretty hard, sah.”
“You are not afraid of work, I hope. Yoºcan't
expect to get on in the world without working.”
‘‘No, sah, no ; I ain’t afraid of work if I’m treated
Well.”

50 HOLLYHURST.
“Didn’t they treat you well?”
“Fairly well, sah. Fact is, doctah, I’se treated so
well at your place I’m kinder spoiled to go anywhars
else.”
“Is that so ” said the doctor; “why, then, didn’t
you get here a little earlier in the season? I told you
when you left you might come back in the spring if you
wished.” -
“Yes, sah; I didn't forget it. I’ve been edging up
this way ever since May.”
“Ever since May, and now it is the middle of
July.” - -
“Sho middle o' July I didn't know 'twas getting
to be quite so late.”
“You seem to have been a long time on the road.”
“Yes, sah ; but things went agin me. I laid up a
little money to come back with, and then one day I
went to a hoss race, and I bet on a hoss and lost.”
“I thought you were a better judge of horses than
that, Tim — to bet on a losing one.”
“Yes, sah ; I orter been, but ’twa’n’t all fair play,
in my 'pinion — there was some gum-game, some-
whars.”
“What did you do then?”
“Then I hadn’t no cash, so I had to go to work
again, ‘Sarves you right, Tim,' I said to myself.
‘Doëtah would say, no business to be a bettin'.'
Then I worked along for a man, but I couldn’t get my
pay, he kept a puttin' me off, said he'd giv' it to me next
week. At last I got it all but three dollars — then I
TIM. - 51
thought to myself, ‘Tim, you might as well start—
now or never — if you wait for that three dollars, meb-
be you’ll have to wait all summer'— but sho! I didn’t
think 'twas gettin' the middle of July 1 °
“Where did you go first, after leaving Henley's 2"
“Well, I drifted along furder South; thought I
wouldn’t have so much rheumatis. Did short jobs for
one man and another. Then I struck a job with some
men fellin’ trees in the pine woods. They had a camp
up there, cooked their fodder in a clearin’ out doors —
made up rousin’ fires — 'twas jolly; ’twas a han’som
place, too, tall trees stretchin' up, seemed if some of
'em touched the sky — the groun’ was all covered with
pine needles—mild days you could lie down on ’em in
the sun, and the air was all sweet and piney. Some
nights the stars seemed hangin’ right over us, and
other nights they looked so fur off.” -
“Was that where you saved your money?”
“Yes, sah; that was the place.”
“Why didn't you stay longer?”
“Finished the job.” -
“Well, Tim, if you would like to stay here, I will
hire you for the remainder of the season at the same
wages you had last year.”
“All right; thankee, sah,” said Tim, displaying his
ivory in a very liberal manner.
“You can go to Perez, and he will tell you what to
do.”
Tim started for the field where Perez was working,
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52 HOLLYHURST.
“It’s all right, Perez,” he said, “ doctah's hired
me.”
“Has he? Did you get a good lay ?”
“Same's I got last year. Doctah ain’t no hand to
pay high wages, but its kind o' sociable like on the
farm here—don’t find no place I like better.”
“Doctor is a good man to work for.”
“Thass so — treats everybody well, even horses,
and cows, and cats.” f
“It’s a mighty nice family, too; no foolin', nor mis-
chief, nor puttin' on airs about any of ‘em.”
“I say, Perez, don't Miss Rose's hair look like
m’lasses candy — just before it’s pulled enough, you
know—when it's all light, and shiny, and crinkly?”
“Sophrony says it looks like spun gold. I asked
her how she knew anything about spun gold. Gold
is a scarce article with me, says I.”
“Doctah got a new horse?” asked Tim, looking
over into the pasture where Lady Clare was feeding.
“That horse run away and smashed up a carriage,
and came near making an end of herself, so they left
her here to get well. She belongs to a Mr. Hibbard.”
“Thought she looked rather bunged up for one of
doctah’s hosses. I’ve worked in a stable since I been
gone. Such goin’s on with hosses there. Doctah 'u'd
be after ’em if 'twas here.”
“Some folks call him cranky about animals, but I
tell you he does a lot of good. Bein’ a doctor he
knows how to treat 'em if anything ails 'em. Team-
sters that have to go by here are kind of careful about


TIM. . . 53
overloading, too, and I’ve seen men whipping their
hosses stop before he came up with 'em.”
“That's a pretty good hoss over there. Is she com-
in’ out all right?”
“I guess so; 'twill take time.”
Tim settled easily into his place. Sophronia fur-
nished his meals, and he was given the same room that
he had occupied the summer before—one that the doc-
tor had fitted up nicely for him over the carriage-
house. *
“It looks jest as it did when I went away,” he said,
glancing at the simple pictures and ornaments. “It
raley seems like home.”
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day, in the woods, sat very still, and began
whistle an air to a red squirrel on a tree.
:-
tened. A moment after, he had scrambl
umbrella of his bushy tail, and looked straig
St. Nicholas.
THE SQUIRREL WHO LOVED MUSIC.
I have just read about a sportsman who, one
“In a twinkling,” says he, “the little fellow
| sat up, leaned its head to one side, and lis-
down the trunk, and when within a few yards,
he sat up and listened again. Pretty soon he
jumped upon the pile of rails on which I was,
came within four feet of me, sat up, made an
at me, his little eyes beaming with pleasure.
Then I changed the tune, and chut! away he
skipped. But before long he came back to his ;
Seat on the rails, and, as I watched him, it ac-
tually seemed as if he were trying to pucker
up his mouth to whistle. I changed the tune
again, but this time he looked so funny as he
Scampered off, that I burst out laughing, and ||
he came back no more. I had much more en- ||
joyment out of this squirrel than if I had shot him.”
to
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ht
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! Freeman, the noted English historian
and noble humanitarian, justly declared,
“that the awful wrongs and sufferings
forced upon the innocent, helpless, faithful
animal race forms the blackest chapter in
the whole world’s history.”
“Open thy mouth for the dumb.” .
(Proverbs 31-8.)
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CHAPTER IX.
THE WAIF.
º]RGINALD and Rose were on a berrying
Bº excursion. They carried a luncheon, and
when they had filled their pails, they sat
on along the shore they noticed two boys, who seemed
to be amusing themselves by throwing sticks and stones
into the water. ~.
“What do you think those boys are doing?” asked
Rose.
“Pelting bull-frogs, most likely,” replied Reginald.
“I wish they wouldn’t. Ask them to stop, Reggie.”
“Perhaps they are going fishing and want them for
bait.” -
“Can’t they use worms?”
“Frogs are better. Pickerel don’t care for worms.”
“Frogs have to be killed for fishes to eat,” and
then fishes are killed for us to eat,” exclaimed Rose.
“Some animal had to be killed to supply the meat
for the sandwiches in our luncheon basket to-day.”
“I know it; it seems as though every creature in
the world was feeding on those below it. I wish it
wasn’t SO.”
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They found a dry mossy bank on which to spread a
napkin, and as they were arranging their luncheon
upon it, Rose saw something dart out of the water
near the place ºhere the boys were standing, and
apparently run up into a tree just beyond.
“Reggie, what was that?” she asked.
“It ran up the tree very much like a kitten,” he
replied. -
“Do you really think it was a kitten ?”
‘‘ Yes.”
The boys had now turned their attention to the tree
and were throwing stones into it.
“I must go and see what they are doing. Come
with me, Reggie.”
As they came up to the boys, Rose asked, “Is there
a kitten up in the tree?”
“Yes,” answered the older boy.
** Please don’t throw stones at her.”
‘‘ Want to make her come down.”
“Is that the way to make her come down?”
‘ ‘ Yes.” -
“I should think throwing stones at her would make
her wish to stay out of your reach.” .
“Ho! I can climb that tree just as easy I Want to
see me?” -
“No, not now. If you won’t throw any more
stones I can call her down.”
“Well,” said the boy, gazing at Rose with a slightly
puzzled expression.
“Here, kitty, kitty,” she called in a persuasive
tone.
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56 - HOLLYHURST.
The kitten peered cautiously out between the leaves.
“What makes her look so queer?” asked Rose.
“She’s wet—she’s been in the pond.”
“In the pond? How did she get in 2’”
‘‘We threw her in.” -
“Oh ” said Rose, faintly, and looking at the boys
reproachfully.
“A woman wanted us to drown her.”
“Why didn’t you do it then 2 ” asked Reginald.
“Tried to. She wouldn’t drown worth a cent.
She’s been swimming round the last half hour.”
“And you have been pelting her with stones 1’’
“Tried to make her dodge under.”
“That’s no way to drown a kitten,” said Reginald,
with an air of great disgust. “If you must drown
her, you should have put a big stone in the bottom of
the bag, and then put her carefully in on top; then
she would sink.”
“The woman told us to bring the bag back.”
Reginald turned on his heel with a look of scorn.
“If I can call the kitten down will you give her to
me?” asked Rose.
“Can't—promised to drown her.”
Rose looked thoughtful. She considered a promise
very binding.
“Where does the woman live?” asked Reginald.
“A little way up on the road to Ashbrook.”
“I suppose it is her kitten.”
“It’s a stray one that came there. She said she's
tired of seein’ it 'round.”
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THE WAIF. 57
“Then,” said Rose, brightening, “I don’t think
she would care if you gave it to me, so long as it
doesn’t trouble her any more.”
“”Twon’t stay with you. Cats always go back to
where they’ve been,” said the boy. .*
“They stay with me. I have never seen one that
wouldn’t.” -
“The woman said if I’d drown her, she'd give me
five cents when I brought the bag back.”
Rose looked wistfully at Reginald.
“I’ll tell you what we will do,” said the latter. “If
you will go back and carry the bag, and tell the lady
that Rose Gardner wanted the kitten, and that you
gave it to her instead of drowning it, I’ll give you ten
cents, and perhaps you can get five of the lady just the
same. Will you do it?”
“Yes,” answered the boy.
“Don’t forget to tell her that she will not be
troubled any more with it,” added Rose.
“Want I should go up the tree and get her down
for you?” asked the boy.
“Oh, no I have some luncheon over there, I can
call her down with that.” -
At the mention of luncheon the smaller boy, who
had not spoken, looked longingly at the basket on the
bank. -
“Wouldn't you like to share it with us,” inquired
Rose, interpreting the look. -
“I don’t care,” said the boy, awkwardly.
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58 HOLLYHURST.
are gone, I can call the kitten down. Reggie, please
bring me one of the sandwiches.”
The sandwich was indeed a strong temptation, for the
poor thing was very hungry, as well as wet and weary;
but her experience with members of the human race
had not been such as to create confidence and she was
afraid; but at length Rose's gentle persuasion, aided
by the Sandwich, overcame her fears, and she ventured
cautiously down.
“There isn’t much luncheon left for you,” said
Reginald, as Rose rejoined them with the kitten care-
fully cuddled down in her apron. -
“Never mind—I am not at all hungry,” she
answered, “and there are plenty of berries. Reggie,
do you think mamma would mind if I wrap my apron
all around the kitten and put her in the luncheon bas-
ket; then we can tie down the cover, and she can’t get
away.”
“I don’t know about that,” said Reginald, laugh-
ing, “but I have the impression that she will not be
pleased to see you bringing home another cat.”
“I don’t think she will mind if we keep her for a
barn cat.”
“Our cats are usually intended for barn cats; but
the trouble is they seldom stay there.”
The boys had been standing by listening, but as the
luncheon was now all gone, and Reginald and Rose
having succeeded in stowing the kitten safely away in
the basket, had taken up their berries to go, they also
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THE WAIF. - 59
“Did you give them the ten cents, Reggie?” asked
Rose, as they walked homeward.
‘‘ Yes.”
“If mamma isn’t willing for me to keep her, we can
carry her to Fairmont to that place where they chloro-
form them; but I couldn’t leave her for those boys to
torment.”
“I don’t think the boys were so much to blame as
the woman. She should have known better than to
intrust such an errand to such little kids as those.”
“She ought to hear mamma talk. She says that
when kittens and mice and such things were to be
killed she preferred to do it herself, - although she
dreaded it very much, – rather than to leave it to boys;
because she feared the poor things might suffer, and
also she thought it might tend to make the boys cruel.”
“Well, there is no excuse for clumsy and painful
methods now-a-days.”
“Reggie, we must name the kitten.”
“I suppose you think that even a barn cat should
have a name.”
“Can you think of one?”
“I think the ‘Waif' would seem to be very appro-
priate.”
“The Waif I Waif I Waify yes, I think that sounds
very well, and it will remind us of her forlorn condition
when we found her.”
Later in the week the children went berrying again,
and encountered the same boys. The older one asked
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60 HOLLYHURST.
manner half incredulous, yet wholly interested, the
news that she was contentedly living in the barn at
Hollyhurst; that she had not apparently been troubled
by any homesick longings for her last place of resi-
dence, and that she was probably at that moment sit-
ting with a red ribbon about her neck watching for
mice. -
The boy held in his hand a dingy handkerchief with
the four corners tied together. As Rose was about
to go on, he said, shyly :
“Here; I got something for you ! ”
‘‘ For me 2 What is it 2 º’ she asked.
He held the handkerchief out to her. She took it
and looked in. It contained a necklace of bird’s eggs
strung on a strong thread.
“Where did you get them?” she asked, involun-
tarily.
‘‘ Got 'em at home.”
“But the eggs — how did you get them?”
“I’ve been getting 'em all along this spring. Don’t
you like 'em 2 ° - -
Poor Rose. She stood there looking from the eggs
to the boy and back again, while the color came and
went in her fair cheek.
“They are very pretty, but I was thinking how the
poor birdies must have felt to lose them.”
“They are very pretty,” she repeated “and since
you are so kind as to give them to me, I will take them
home and hang them up in my room.”
“You can wear them round your neck,” said the
boy.
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THE WAIF. - 61
I might break them. Please don't get any more,
at last for me. I would much rather think of the
birds in their nest happy with their little birdies.
Don’t you like to hear them sing?”
“Yes.”
“If you take the eggs there will be so many less to
sing.” Then suddenly changing the subject, she asked,
“Wouldn’t you like to go blackberrying with us?”
“Haven’t got no pail.” ---sº-
“You can take this. I have a basket. I know of
some one who will buy them of you if you pick good
ones. Sophronia is going to can them to-morrow,”
she added in an aside to Reginald, “and she always -
likes to do a heap of them at once.”
* * : , 's 3.
------- - - -i-…----,
...— ... --- . .---------------- -
The Horse.
H. W. Beecher: Society owes to the horse - -
than it does to thousands of men who abuse
him. He has ministered to prºgress: has made
Social interCOUll"Se possible when otherwise it,
would have been slow and occasional, OT alto;
gether impossible; he has virtually sº
the strength of man, augmented his Speect,
doubled his time, decreased his burdens, and
becoming his slave. has relieved him. º
drudgery and made him free. FOr love S Sæl sº
for the sake of social life, for eminent moral
reasons, the horse deserves to be bred, trained
and cared for with scrupulous Care: The teach.
ing of men how to do it has been left too long
to men who look upon the horse as all instru:
ment of gambling gains, or of mere physical
pleasure.
a depth of gratitude a thousand times greater






. barbarities.”
Victor Hugo on Vivisection.
This great novelist and noble-hearted man
made the following manly reply, once, when
asked to use his influence against this crime, by
the President of the French Anti-Vivisection
Society: “My name is nothing. It is in the
name of the whole human race that you make tº
your appeal. Your Society is one that will re: S:
flect honor on the 19th century. Vºvt.section is º
a crime. The human race will repudiate these jº
(over),
CHAPTER X.
THE POWER OF THE FUTURE.
TT is often possible to get a grain of com-
fort from mishaps, and even from misfor-
tunes. The accident that had detained
- Miss Lydston at Hollyhurst had resulted
in much enjoyment for Rose, and in no inconsiderable
amount, apparently, for herself. But she was now
improving so rapidly that there seemed no reason for
her remaining longer, and Mr. and Mrs. Hibbard had
driven over to take her home. A pleasant interchange
of drives and visits had, however, been planned by the
girls for the future.
Lady Clare still remained lame. Dr. Gardner
thought it probable that she would eventually recover,
and that she might again be driven with safety as a
carriage horse, but Mr. Hibbard had lost confidence in
her.
“I shall never feel easy for the family to go out
with her again,” he said. “I must dispose of her.”
“Can't you make some use of her?” suggested the
doctor.
“I seldom drive myself, and I have no work for her
to do.”
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THE POWER OF THE FUTURE. 63
“I shall try; but who will want a horse that is liable
to run away?”
“I cannot recommend her. She may do for a street-
car hack.” - --
“Oh ” said Reginald, who was standing by, “Lady
Clare, high-stepping, spirited Lady Clare, - with her
arching neck, to be chained down to a street car ! It
would break her heart.”
Mr. Hibbard smiled. “Reginald,” he said, “I
would gladly give the horse to you, if I didn't fear that
she would break your neck for you sooner or later.”
“I shouldn’t be in the least afraid to drive her,”
replied Reginald, “and although she is not exactly a
saddle horse, I think I could ride her.”
“You can manage her if any one can, I don’t doubt,”
said Mr. Hibbard. Then turning to Dr. Gardner,
“what do you say? Would you be willing for him to
have her ?” .."
“I think so. Of course a horse that has once run
away is more inclined to do so again, but she might
not have the same provocation.” -
“If any accident should happen through her, I
should feel in a measure responsible. Isn’t it too much
of a risk to take 2°
“Not more, perhaps, than we might take in buying
one. I do not consider her vicious or tricky.”
“If you say so, it’s a bargain.”
“What do you say, Reggie?” asked his father.
“I shall be delighted to have her if I may — that is,
if you are willing — and Mr. Hibbard is so kind as to
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64 HOLLYHURST.
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“Well, take her and try her,” said Mr. Hibbard,
“but don’t let Mrs. Gardner and Rose go until you
have given her a thorough trial.”
“We shall work her more than you have done,—that
is with Reggie's permission,- and she may not get so
frisky. Then we shall use neither check-rein nor
blinders.” -
“If after trying her you find she isn’t safe, dispose
of her as best you can. There are the car companies
to fall back upon as a last resort,” said Mr. Hibbard,
smiling at Reginald. “She can’t do much damage
there.”
“Then do I understand that she is mine P’’ asked
Reginald.
“She is yours.” .
“Hurrah ” said Regina.d, throwing up his cap. “I
own a horse; I thank you very much, Mr. Hibbard.
I must, go and tell mamma and Rose.”
On the following Sunday they drove to church as
usual. As they drew near to Fairmont, they noticed
that all the street cars were crowded with passengers.
It was a bright, breezy day and people were going on
various excursions.
“Car horses work hard enough any day,” said
Reginald, “but on Sundays and holidays they appear
to have double work.”
“That is so,” said the doctor.
“Think of Lady Clare with her impatient temper
and her ambition ‘to go,' having to be pulled up every
other minute for some one to get on or off,” exclaimed
Reginald.
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THE PoWER or THE FUTURE. 65
;
“I think if she had the power to see such a future
for herself,” replied the doctor, “she would prefer to
bring about another smashup, and end her life then
and there.”
“I wish the cars didn’t have to stop so often,”
said Rose, “the horses seem to struggle and pull so
hard when they start again.”
“People might be much more considerate than they
are about getting on and off,” said the doctor. “Any
person able to take a public car ought to be able to
walk a block or two. Why shouldn’t horse cars have
certain stopping places—say every other street, as
some of the electrics do.” - -
“I am glad the electric cars have come in,” returned
Mrs. Gardner. “I can make one of a crowd now,
without feeling unhappy, but I have walked many a
time in the past, rather than to put another hundred
pounds or more upon horses already overburdened.”
“Bicycles help very much, too, mamma. Horses
don’t have to work so hard as they did,” pleaded Rose.
“And Mr. Edison says there is a still brighter
future for them,” said Reginald. “He thinks that in
twenty-five years from now electricity will take the
place of horse power in almost every sort of work,
and that horses will become pets and a luxury.”
“We make a great advance,” replied his father,
‘‘ whenever we discover and are able to control forces
not subject to pain and weariness, yet powerful enough
to do the work of the world. Electricity seems to be
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66 HOLLYHURST.
towards another which may prove more powerful still.”
“What is that?” asked Reginald.
“Compressed air.”
“The air we breathe 2° interrogated Rose.
“The same air.”
“But how do they use it, papa?”
“Store it up in batteries as they do electricity. It
is not an entirely new thing. Efforts were made long
ago to use this force. I believe that in Europe cars
have been run by it for short distances — six miles,
perhaps.”
“If we can use air,” said Mrs. Gardner, “it would
seem that we have a power practically without limit.”
“Yes; if we can find a way of storing up enough of
it. It has one advantage over electricity. Storage
batteries for collecting it need not be so heavy and
cumbersome. Steam was once considered the best
power, now electricity is the coming force, but it is not
impossible that compressed air may be the ‘power of
the future.’”
---
*- -
True Character of Vivisectors
* “I do not believe that a single experi-
menter says to himself when he gives curari to
a rabbit, or cuts the spinal marrow of a dog,
or poisons a frog, “Here is an experiment
which will relieve or will cure the disease of
some man.” No, in truth, he does not think of
that He says to himself, “I shall clear up an
obscure point; I will seek out a new fact.
And this scientific curiosity (italics not in Orig-
iinal) which alone animates him, is explained by
the high idea he has formed of science. This
is why we pass our days in foetid laboratories,
| surrounded by groaning creatures, in the midst
of blood and suffering, bent Over palpitating
entrails.”—Dr. Richet, of Paris, in Revue des
Deux Mondes, February 15, 1883.
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. . .” ---
LAYMAN: “I understand that you have de-
voted your life to the study of disease germs?”
Great Scientist (proudly): “I have.” Layman :
: : “Have you found a remedy for any of them?";
ºf G. S. “Well no ; but I have succeeded in find-š. wº
§ ing good long names for them all.” \\\º; . . . ::
º (London paper):=
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CHAPTE R XI.
TWO LETTERS.
N the latter part of August, Mrs. Gardner
and Rose went away for a visit of a week,
and during their absence, Reginald re-
ceived the following letters from Rose :
DEAR REGGIE : -
You will be surprised to hear from me so soon, but
there are already such a number of things that I wish
to tell you about. We are having a delightful visit.
The day after we came, we took a drive out to Waldo
Park. The flowers are very beautiful. Some of them
I have never seen before. There are masses of foliage
plants beautifully arranged. Mamma says the palms
and cannas make her feel as though she were in a tropi-
cal country.
Uncle has a horse that looks like Don, but he goes
faster. He is strong and trots along easily; uncle
seldom uses a whip. The horse's name is Peter; he is
perfectly gentle and good tempered. I go to the stable
and give him early apples and pears; he watches for
me every morning.
Uncle had some business at Brampton Junction yes-
terday, and I went with him. A long freight train







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68 HOLLYHURST.
was standing near the station ; there were some cat-
tle cars on it; the poor things were so crowded they
hadn’t room even to turn around. The day was warm
and they must have been very hot and tired. They
looked out through the bars so wishfully, trying to get
a little fresh air. How they must have longed to lie
down in a green pasture, where they could get water.
I suppose they will never have that pleasure again in
their lives, for uncle said they were on their way to
the market to be killed for beef. I am glad they don’t
know it. They bore it all so patiently, too, not mak-
ing any complaint. I think animals are too patient.
If they would only make more fuss when they suffer,
people would have to treat them better. I wanted to
get some handsful of fresh grass and put through the
bars to them, but uncle wasn’t willing. He said they
would all try to get it and there would be great con-
fusion. I think he had another reason, though ; he
didn’t want me to go up to the bars because I am a
girl. If you had been there, Reggie, perhaps he would
have let you. Boys can do so many, many things.
Mamma and I are very much troubled about the cats
here. They keep us awake nights with their crying.
They are such forlorn specimens; they look almost as
wretched as Waif did when we rescued her. A mum-
ber of families have closed their houses and gone away
for the summer without making any provision for their
cats. Of course the poor things have to pick up a
living as best they can. They could do it more easily
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TWO LETTERS. 69
º,
*
catch mice, and they could pick up things with the
hens. -
One poor cat had a hard time yesterday. She was
prowling about in auntie’s shed, and the cook went out
suddenly and startled her so that she jumped on the
ash barrel, and the cover tipped up and let her down
into the ashes. That frightened her more, and she
gave a great leap out, and one leg went down deep into
a pot of red paint that was standing there. She was
such a sight that every one laughed, but I was sorry
for her, because cats are so neat and dainty, and dis-
like dirt so much. She looked so distressed as she
ran away. I hope she will not have a fit.
Auntie says there are places where cats can be
boarded very cheaply. Is it not cruel to leave them
with no one to look out for them 2 People might at
least arrange with some one to buy a little milk for
them each day. - -
I didn’t have time to finish my letter last night, Reg
gie dear, and to-day we have been on a picnic. There
were ten of us in all. We drove to Oak Point and ate
our luncheon in the grove. In the afternoon we had
a sail on the lake. Uncle asked me which I liked bet-
ter, sailing or driving. I told him I liked both, but
that I enjoyed sailing, because it was more of a novelty.
That was quite true, but now as I think more about it
I know that I enjoy driving better. I seem to get
nearer to things. In sailing there is a great deal of
water between us and the 'shore, and it makes one feel
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70 FIOLLYHURST.
The wind takes us along, and the wind does not get
tired. But the wind is not so much company as a
horse. .
Mamma says that I ought to go to bed, so I will
say good-bye to you for this time. Mamma sends
love. Please give love to papa, and to Perez, and
Sophronia, and Tim, and to Don, and Rebekah, and
Duke, and to every one at Hollyhurst. I think of you
all so many times each day.
From ROSE.
DEAR REGGIE : -
I did not have room in my last letter to tell you
about Mr. Archer. He is a pedler who comes around
nearly every day with things to sell. Sometimes he
brings vegetables, sometimes fruit, and sometimes
hulled corn and hominy. He has a queer little cart.
The back part of it is like a box with a cover that
shuts down, and it has compartments for the various
articles. In the front of the cart is a seat with an
awning over it where Mr. Archer sits. He is rather
old and he seems to have to work hard but he is so
good-natured and merry. I wish you could see how
his eyes twinkle when he talks. His horse is old, too,
and quite rough and clumsy looking, but he is gentle
and good tempered like his master. Mr. Archer talks
to him just as we do to Don and Rebekah. When he
gets off his cart to go into the houses he says, “Well,
Dobbin, here’s a chance to rest now ; I’ve got to go in
here,” and when he comes out he will say, “Tired of
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Then there is a dog, a yellow dog, with short legs.
He is not at all handsome, either. He usually runs
along by the wagon, but quite often he sits on the seat
beside Mr. Archer. He watches over the cart when
his master goes in anywhere. Sometimes he barks a
little, if boys pretend to lift the cover, but Mr. Archer
says you couldn’t make him bite. They are all so
fond of each other, and seem so happy and comfort-
able, I have taken a great fancy to them and I go out
to see them whenever they come to the house.
Auntie laughs at me. She says Mr. Archer is a
very honest man, but she doesn’t see anything inter-
esting about him or his outfit, as she calls it. She
says all the things he brings are very nice, though she
should relish the hominy better if the dog did not sit
on the seat so much. Mamma says that he must be a
very sensible man, for he appears to get so much
happiness out of life, and that is what every one is
striving for and very few seem to find.
I get so tired of seeing the car horses slip and
struggle Over the smooth pavements. There is a
church going up near here. It is on a hill, and they
cart great blocks or stone up through a narrow street.
To leave the blocks in the right place the horses have
to back and back, and it seems such hard work for
them. Most of the drivers are quite kind, but there
is one who does not understand driving and backing,
and he blusters and swears and pretends it is all the
fault of the horses. Uncle gets quite vexed; he says
that any man who is owt of a job is supposed to be
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able to drive a cart, but if horses could speak they
a would tell a different story.
Auntie has two beautiful canary birds. She thinks
it strange that I, who am so fond of pets, have never
had one. I have sometimes thought I should like one,
but still it seems to me they must feel like prisoners,
especially when they see other birds flying about Jo
gaily from tree to tree. Auntie says they do not,
because they were born in cages and have known
nothing else, but mamma thinks that creatures gifted
with wings and with the power to use them must wish
for freedom, even though they do not know what it
is. But auntie is very kind to her birds; she lets
them fly about the room several hours a day, and they
will come at her call to her hand or shoulder or head.
Then she puts a little mirror in the cage for them,
... taking care that the sum or light shall not dazzle
them. She is very careful that the cage shall be hung
in a place not too warm or cool, and she gives them a
variety of food, lettuce, chickweed, cracker, crumbs
of bread and milk, and other simple and harmless
foods.
We all went shopping this morning. Mamma and
auntie seemed to enjoy it, but I found it rather dull.
We go somewhere every day, and I am having a lovely
visit, but still I should like to see dear Hollyhurst
again. I miss you so much, Reggie, and papa also.
I am just longing to see him ; and there's Duke, I am
suffering for a good romp with him. I hope the Waif

DOCKING AND CLIPPING,
Both are cowardly and cruel robberies of the helpless. Infinite
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“Our hands are empty, but our mouths are
full of promises.” (Claude Bernard, Paris)
º:
“On mice moral questions, I do not think
the working physiologist can be trusted to
(lecido.” (Dr. Wickam Legg, England)
CHAPTER XII.
DR. GARDNER AGAIN MOUNTS HIS HOBBY.
fºlk. Hibbard drove to Hollyhurst one morn-
ling to see Dr. Gardner.
“There is a ſine colt over at Leonard's,”
#| he said. “I think he will make a splendid
animal. I wish you would take a look at him for me.
If you think well of him, I would like to buy him.”
A week later, Dr. Gardner having seen the colt, they
went together to conclude the bargain.
“Is Mr. Leonard at home?” inquired Mr. Hibbard
of a boy who was standing in the yard.
“He’s about home,” replied the boy with some hesi-
tation. “I think he is up by the barn. Shall I call
him P”
“We will go up there,” said Mr. Hibbard, “our
business is there.”
As they went on they heard strange sounds as of
a conflict. The scurrying tramp of a horse, the hiss
of a lash, the angry voice of a man, were all distinctly
audible. They turned a corner and the conflict became
visible. A horse chained to a post was dashing
wildly from side to side, trying to escape the stinging
cuts of a heavy whip held by Mr. Leonard.




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DR. GARDNER AGAIN MOUNTS HIS HOBBY. 75
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Mr. Hibbard halted, but Dr. Gardner walked on.
“Good morning, Mr. Leonard,” he said.
Mr. Leonard did not return the salutation. He kept
on swearing, but he was obliged to desist from the
other part of his occupation, for the doctor now stood
in such a position near the horse that he would have
been quite likely to come in for a share of the blows
intended for the latter.
“That horse is a perfect little fiend,” said Leonard.
“Is he? Why don’t you get rid of him?” asked
the doctor, calmly.
“I’m thinking of it, but I keep him along, because
there’s a lot of go in him.”
“Have you had him long?”
“A few months. He was warranted sound and
gentle, but he has proved to be tricky and treacher-
Ous.” - -
“He hardly looks it,” said the doctor, who had
drawn nearer, and had cautiously laid his hand upon
the excited creature.
“He has always kicked, and this morning he bit
“That’s bad,” said the doctor, “I don’t like a
biting horse.”
“No, indeed; but he's got a lesson. I’ll whip it
Out of him.” -
“ Unfortunately, whipping does not cure them of
such tricks,” remarked the doctor. -
Mr. Leonard looked at him. He had not quite
understood. He was not sure whether the doctor had
said fortunately or unfortunately.
76 PIOLL YEHURST.
“Is he about seven or eight years old?” asked the
doctor.
** About that.”
Mr. Hibbard now came forward.
“We wish to decide about the colt,” he said. “Can
we see him this morning?”
“Yes, he is in the field below here. Shall I have
him brought up 2 °
“Suppose we go down there and see him first.”
Dr. Gardner had all the time been gently stroking
and soothing the trembling horse, and he now stood
quietly beside him, but as Mr. Leonard walked past
him on his way to the field, he began to dance around
and to show signs of fear. The doctor, with a gentle
word and parting pat, went on with the others.
The colt was indeed a fine one, sound and perfect,
coal black everywhere, save for a white star in his
forehead. He promised to be quite satisfactory, and
Mr. Hibbard decided to buy him.
“When shall you want him f * asked Mr. Leonard.
“I will take him to-day, if it is convenient for you,”
replied Mr. Hibbard.
“To-day ! Why, he has never had a bit in his
mouth !” said Mr. Leonard, with surprise in his tone.
“He’s got to be broken.”
“I understand, but I will see to that part.”
‘‘I generally break them before I let them go.”
Mr. Hibbard made no reply. He stood in dignified
silence.
“Where would you like to have him sent?”
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DR. GARDNER AGAIN MOUNTS HIS HOBBY. 77
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“I have one horse in pasture at Dr. Gardner's.
You may send this one there also.”
“As you please,” said Mr. Leonard, sullenly.
Mr. Hibbard handed him a check and the bargain
was concluded.
As they came up from the field, the poor horse, still
standing chained to the post, looked around at them.
He started nervously at the sound of Mr. Leonard’s
voice, but allowed the doctor to approach him without
a sign of hesitation or fear.
“After the exhibition of the morning, I shouldn’t
care to have a colt broken by Leonard,” said Mr. Hib-
bard to the doctor, as they got into the wagon. “I
should expect to have another Lady Clare on my
hands.” y -
“Leonard is a pretty fair man in many ways, but he
is hardly the person to train animals. He has a hot
temper and he lets it master him. A man who can’t
control himself can’t control others.”
“I don’t know much about breaking colts, but I
believe the old methods have been improved, have they
not 2 ” -
“The best modern method can scarcely be called
breaking. It is—more correctly — training.”
“How do you begin?”
“Very much as you begin to train a child.”
“Yes; please go on.”
“In the first place you set before yourself an ideal.
You try to rear your child to be a power in himself and
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78 HOLLYHURST.
in his own sphere to be the same. You, therefore, use
your reason and common sense in finding the best
methods to bring about this result.”
“But the details 2°
“You wish the colt to work for you, and at present
he must do it in harness. Begin, then, by putting on
one piece at a time, not enough to alarm him or render
him uncomfortable. Accustom him to the bit and
bridle for short periods, then for longer; teach him to
yield to the bit in any direction—right, left, forward,
backward. Teach him to allow you to handle his feet
... and his tail. Lead and back him into and over an old
pair of shafts. Do these things repeatedly before you
think of hitching him into a vehicle.
“Again, it is highly important that he shall not be
timid, and jump at every trifle. Accustom him, there-
fore, to all sorts of sights and sounds, giving him time
and opportunity to understand each. Show him by
your manner that you are not alarmed and that there is
no reason why he should be. Handle paper, robes,
umbrellas, wheelbarrows, near him ; and, if possible,
leave him for awhile in a field near a railroad track,
that he may become accustomed to an engine.
“Again, when you begin to use him, do not make
the load so heavy nor the work so long as to discourage
him. Do not confuse him by too many commands, nor
by conflicting ones; but whenever you do give him an
order insist upon obedience.”
“He must know that you are master, and fear
you,” said Mr. Hibbard.
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DR. GARDNER AGAIN MOUNTS HIS HOBBY. 79
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“He must know that I am master and trust me, is the
way I put it,” returned the doctor. ---
“Ah ! that is much better.”
“I think so, and it now becomes my business to see
that he does not find his trust misplaced.”
Just then two young men driving by in a light
wagon reined up and saluted Dr. Gardner.
“Could you go over to Enderly with us in the course
of a day or two?” said one of them. “Jarvis is to
bring down a lot of horses, and we want to buy a
couple, if we can find any to suit us.”
Dr. Gardner hesitated and demurred, but at last
fixed upon a time to go with them. •
“The fact is,” he said, as they drove away, “I
don’t like the job. They usually come for me when
they think of buying a horse, but I back out of it
whenever I can.”
“Who are they?” asked Mr. Hibbard.
“The Graham boys. Their father, Judge Graham,
was an old friend of mine.” -
“That is a fine horse they are driving. It would
be a good match for the Grey Knight.”
“He is a splendid creature. I have seldom seen a
finer one. There seem to be no outs about him.”
“I suppose there would be no chance of my getting
him.”
“I think not; though for the sake of the horse I
wish you could.”
“Are they hard on him?”
“Very. I don’t mean that they are like Leonard.
80 HollyHURST.
They don’t intend to be cruel, but they are thoughtless.
They overdrive their horses continually, and they leave
them standing anywhere, in drafts and cold winds,
without even a blanket.”
“A horse doesn’t last long under such treatment.”
“No, he doesn’t ; then they will persist in the use
of the tight check-rein, and that will affect the breath-
ing, sooner or later.”
“Were you with them when they bought the horse
they were driving to-day?”
“Yes; I can’t of course recommend poor horses to
them; I want them to get good ones, so far as they
themselves are concerned, but when I see a fine animal
like that, and know how soon he will be maimed and
ruined after he gets into their hands, I don’t like to
feel that I have been instrumental in putting him
there.” -
“Can't you impress them with some of your ideas?”
“You may be very sure that I have talked with them
repeatedly upon these matters, but without effect appar-
ently. You see they look upon a horse as so much
merchandise — use him up and get another.”
“They are by no means singular in that opinion.”
“Unfortunately, they are not.”
“Men buy and sell animals. It seems but natural
fhat they should regard them as property.”
“But surely we must own our animals. I don’t see
any other way.”
“Neither do I, at present, but I claim that owner-
ship gives us no right to abuse them, or to Work them
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DR. G. ARD NER AGAIN MOUNTS HIS HO BB Y. 81
to the verge of distress. In a higher sense we do not
own them.”
“You say “at present’?”
“Who can tell what changes may come in the future?
You remember what Wendell Phillips used to say about
agitation. The agitation of this subject has but just
begun. Let us hope that a better day may dawn for
them, and that it may be brought about by peaceful
methods.” -
‘‘I may as well own up, doctor, that until I met
you the opinions I held were very similar to those you
are denouncing.”
“And have they changed?”
“I think I may claim to have advanced a step.”
“Very glad to hear that you are progressive,” said
the doctor, with a humorous smile.
“It would doubtless seem a short step to you.”
“A short step in the right direction is a beginning.”
“I am not quite sure of my own position. I
formerly looked upon them simply as property. If,
now, I regard them as servants what have you to say?”
“Service is honorable. We are all servants — or
ought to be.”
Mr. Hibbard winced slightly.
“I try in my feeble way to serve my generation, so,
doubtless, do you,” continued the doctor.
“If you choose to put it so. But how do you
regard animals?” ----
“As friends, certainly; I think I may say as weaker
brothers.”
82 HOLLYHURST.
“Are you a believer in evolution?”
“Evolution is a large subject.”
“I admit it, and a puzzling one.”
“And yet in its infancy.”
“I suppose a man may be a believer in it without
understanding it all.”
“He may think he is; but only a specialist, who has
thoroughly studied the subject, can really claim to be
one, it seems to me.” -
“If you call animals your brothers, you imply a
COmmon ancestor.”
“I imply only a common source or cause. What is
this mysterious thing that we call life? We share it
with animals, with plants in a lesser degree,_yet how
little we understand it. It is a gift to us—to them.
We did not seek it ; we cannot keep it. We know not
whence it cometh, or whither it goeth.”
“Are you a believer in the doctrine of some
scientists, ‘ that the intelligence of animals differs
from that of men only in degree, and not in kind?’”
“It may seem to you irrelevant, but did you ever
watch the ants in an ant-hill?” -
“Often, when a boy. Lately I have watched human
ants more.”
“That is the point precisely. Whenever I stand on
a hill, or on some high building in a city, and look
down at the crowds of people, passing and repassing,
each one carrying a little grain of something, all
apparently aimless, yet doubtless each with a motive
and method, I am reminded at once of an ant-hill.”


DR. GARDNER AGAIN MO UNTS HIS HOBBK 83
ve been brought about, it
& C. however it may ha e
Well, ho y succeeded in
is very evident that man has somehow
getting at the top of the heap.” e
“Yes; and the point I insist upon is that h
lend a helping hand to his weak brethren, and try to
lift them up.”
‘ ‘ I am so far a COn Ver
tº º leave,’
with you on this point before you 3.
Hibbard, for they had reached Hollyhurst, and the
The Hydrophobia Scare
“In the name Of Pasteur there has been a *
holocaust of dogs. But for him thousands of
dogs now lying in heaps upon the market gar-
dens of Europe would be alive and happy.
Those who have been spared are prisoners
of war, caged and fettered and in hourly peril
of being slaughtered on owner's door-steps or
taken to the dog's home for happy (?) despatch.
* * * My objection to (M. Pasteur) is T
that in the interests of vivisection his establish-
ment has been advertised by illegitimate means.
The panic would have died out long ago, but it
has been formented by the press in the interests
of Pasteurism, and when the mad-dog was not
available for sensational treatment, a mad-dog
has been invented. One thing is certain; the
present epidemic of rabies did not commence
till Pasteur was ready for it. If he were to-
morrow to abandon his experiments in this
direction, and turn his attention to, say, small
pox or cholera, we should hear of very few
cases of mad dogs. The best way to stamp out
hydrophobia would be to unmuzzle all the dogs
and send Pasteur to the North Pole.
The force of foolery can go no farther than
this. A muzzled dog, a harmless pet, runs out
of its owner's door for a moment and is instant-
ly seized and beaten to death by a posse of police-
e should
t as to desire to shake hands
.
men, under the command of an inspector.
” said Mr.
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We scatter seeds with careless hands,
And deem we ne'er shall see them more :
Yet for a thousand years their fruit appears,
In Weeds that mar the land—
so r healthful store,
*The deeds we do, the words we speak,
§Into the air they seem to fleet;
*We count them past, s
But they shall last ; !
In the dread judgment they and we shall meet.
( Rev. John Jºelle).
CHAPTE R XIII.
TWO DOGS.
#|OW that Reginald rode Lady Clare so often
#: Rose was also ambitious to ride. Rebekah
was not an easy horse, but she was safe;
so Dr. Gardner bought a saddle, and
Rose went out nearly every afternoon. Sometimes she
went with Reginald, but it was hard for Lady to ac-
commodate her pace to Rebekah’s, and quite impossible
for Rebekah to accommodate hers to Lady's. When
Don was not at work Reginald sometimes took him,
but often Rose went alone. One afternoon as she
was slowly riding through a wood-road she met the boy
who had given her “The Waif.” He seemed to be in
trouble, for tears were coursing down his cheeks, mak-
ing little rills amid the dirt, and as he wiped them away
with the back of his grimy hand he looked indeed
quite forlorn. -
Rose stopped her horse and looked at him inquir-
ingly.
“Are you hurt?” she asked.
“No,” he said, not looking at her.
“Excuse me, but something is the matter. Can I
help you?”
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“Somebody's—scalded—my—dog,” he answered,
with a sob between each word.
“Scalded your dog?”
“Yes —orfully.”
“Oh oh 1” exclaimed Rose. “Do you know who
Clid it 2 **
“I guess 'twas a woman who lives on the Enderly
road.”
“What made her do it?”
“You see, he scares cats, and he chased her’m two
three times, and one day he hurt her some, and he
chases hens, too; and she said she’d get even with me,
and I s'pose she scalded him.”
“Poor, poor doggie l’” said Rose, “I am So Sorry
for him. But I am sorry for the cat, too. Couldn’t
you teach him not to chase cats?”
“Well, I never tried till lately. I thought cats was
no account, and I liked to see the sport, but Sence I
met you and you wanted that kitten so bad I tried to
learn him, but he'd keep forgittin’.”
“It’s the mature of a dog to chase cats unless he is
taught better. I don’t think he was much to blame.”
“No, he wa’n’t to blame,” said the boy, bursting
into a storm of sobs. “I’d—orter—known—better
—myself, and now he's got to die.”
When Rose saw the effect of her sympathy upon the
boy, she knew not how to proceed. Her pity went out
to him, to the dog, and also to the unfortunate cats and
hens that the latter had doubtless tormented. At last
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86 HOLLYHURST.
“I can’t believe he will die. Is he so badly scalded
as that ?”
‘‘I don’t know, but pa said if he didn’t die himself
he’d have to kill him, 'cause ma said she couldn’t have
a sick dog around.”
“My father is a doctor,” said Rose, after a reflect-
ive pause. “I will ask him to come and see the dog.
Where do you live?”
The boy told her. 2 ”
“It is not very far away; perhaps he will come to-
night. He may know of something to do that will help
to cure the dog.” -
The boy brightened a little at this. He had not been
taught to express his thanks for favors, but Rose felt
instinctively that one who could so grieve over a pet
could not fail to appreciate a kindness. She turned
her horse about to go and find her father, saying as
she did so : — -
“Keep watch over your dog. Don’t let him get
away, and don't let any one touch him until papa sees
him.” tº:
When she reached home, she found that her father
had not returned, but she dismounted and waited for
him, and told him the story with eager haste when he
CàIſle.
“So you have secured me a patient,” he said, when
she had finished. “If I have to visit all the sick dogs
and horses in the neighborhood, I shall be as hard-
worked as I was before coming here.”
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gatively, sliding her hand into his ; “I promised for
you.”
“Then I will go.”
She lifted up her face and gave him the “thank you”
that he liked best.
As they sat about the tea-table that evening, the talk
naturally fell upon dogs.
“Mr. Ellis has quite a wonderful dog,” said Regi-
nald.
“Do you mean Mr. Ellis who drives a meat cart in
Ashbrook,” asked his mother.
“The very one. The dog is a common black one,
not very large, and not in any way remarkable in
appearance; but he is so faithful and intelligent.”
“Do they call him Ebo 2'' asked Rose.
“Yes, his name is Ebony; but they call him Ebo,
for shortness.”
“I have seen him following the cart.”
“It is his duty to watch it while his master goes
into the various houses on the route. One morning
Mr. Ellis started out as usual, but he had not gone far
before he missed the dog. When he went home at noon
there was no trace of him, nor did he return through
the afternoon. Towards evening Mr. Ellis had an
errand that took him over a part of the morning’s route.
He was very much surprised to see Ebony sitting by
the side of the road. He looked closely and saw that
he was carefully guarding a piece of meat. It had
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88 HOLLYHURST.
it out of the way of passing carriages, and had sat
there all day faithfully watching it. No one had been
allowed to touch it, and he had not taken so much as a
mouthful himself.”
“Oh, the good dog l’exclaimed Rose.
“It would be a pretty hard task for a boy to do what
he did,” said Reginald, “to keep guard all day long
over a dinner just suited to his taste, and yet not take
even a bite.” -
“A task for a boy or a man either,” said his father.
“I hope Mr. Ellis gave him a very good supper,”
said Rose.
“He did another quite remarkable thing, only last
week,” continued Reginald. “He was missing for two
days; it was a very unusual thing, for he is always at
his post of duty, and Mr. Ellis began to feel alarmed
about him. At length some one remembered that he
had not been seen since the night that one of the carts
was sent for repairs. Mr. Ellis went to the shop,
and there under the cart sat the patient dog. He
greeted his master with the wildest demonstrations of
joy, and was found to be ravenously hungry; so it was
supposed that he had not left the cart during the two
days and nights.”
“Oh, rare fidelity 1" said Mrs. Gardner, “that
neither hunger nor thirst nor any of the temptations
that assail dog nature could shake.”
/ After tea Dr. Gardner started out on his mission of
mercy, and on his return Rose was relieved to hear
that the dog, though considerably injured, would not
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die of it, and need not be killed, and that he had
ordered some simple remedies, and obtained a promise
from the boy's father not to disturb him. After Rose
• went up to her room, Dr. Gardner said to his wife : —
“The dog is a miserable little mongrel and quite
old; I think, perhaps, it would be the kindest thing all
round to chloroform him, but the boy clung to him so
I hadn’t the heart to advise it. I suppose he is to that
boy all that Duke is to Reginald. I mean to do some-
Q \, thing for the boy; he has had no training whatever,
but I think there is the making of a man in him.”
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A Sermon in Stone.
i In an inscription on an Egyptian memorial
stone discovered recently at Mount Barkal,
there is evidence that acts of cruelty in high
places by educated men were severely pumished
in the days of the twenty-fifth dynasty in the
land of the Pharaohs. Dr. Brugsch thus trans-
lates the passage to which we refer :
I “When his majesty visited the stables and
the studs of foals, he observed that they had
let them starve. He said “I swear, as surely as
the youthful Sun-god Ra loves me, as surely as
I breatbe in life, it is a viler thing to my heart
- to let the horses starve than all the other faults
> | that thou hast committed. That thou hast laid
º - thy heart bare through this, evidence is fur-
mished me of thy habitual views. Hast thou
forgotten that the shadow of God rests upon
me? The proof thereof shall not be wanting to
Him on my part. Would that another had done
Such a thing to me, an ignorant man, not a
haughty One, as he is. I was born out of my
mother’s womb, and created out of the egg of a
divine essence. I was begotten by a God—by
his name; I will not forget Him in what He has
commanded me to do.” Then he ordered his
(Nimrod's) possessions to be assigned to the
treasury, and his granaries to the property of
the government. Amen of Apet.”
(PHARAOH WOULD HAVE MADE SHORT WORK
OF THE VIVISECTORs.)
—From “Our Animal Friends,” New York.


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“Out of hell a word comes hissing, dark as
dOOm, -
Fierce as fire and foul as plague=polluted
gloom.”—VIVISECTION |
C H A P T E R XIV.
AN ADVENTURE.
=º HE first week in September was very warm.
- It is often so. Autumn comes in beam-
ing upon us with Sunniest smiles, as if to
say, Why should you grieve for the
departing summer? Am I not equally your friend;
are not my days filled with sunshine, my nights with
refreshing dews? Trust me to make it beautiful for
you.
As the heat continued day after day, Dr. Gardner
decided to make a pleasant change for the family, by
taking them to the seashore for a week.
One afternoon as Reginald was strolling along the
shore-road with Duke beside him, he thought he heard
a cry from the beach below. He could not see the
beach at that point, on account of a high bluff that in-
tervened, but he ran up the bluff and looked over.
Two nurses, one with an infant in her arms, and one
leading a young child, were standing on the beach;
three children were frolicing in the shallows near the
shore, and farther out there were swimmers apparently,
for two heads were visible above the water. One of
the nurses seemed to be gazing anxiously at these
heads. - -





90
AN ADVENTURE. 91
“Any trouble there?” asked Reginald.
“I am afraid those girls are going out too far,” she
answered. - -
“They can swim, I suppose.”
“I don’t believe they can, more than a few strokes.
They are just learning.”
“They should have gone out on the other side of the
point then, and kept near the rope that is fastened to
the buoy.”
“They can’t swim very well, and they wanted to go
where there were not so many to see them.”
“Do you know them?”
“No ; but I have seen them around the hotel, and I
overheard them talking.”
Reginald looked across the water. He began to fear
that they were in danger. He thought he detected the
signs of a struggle. He ran down the steep bank, fol-
lowed by Duke.
“There seems to be no boat on this side of the
point,” he said.
‘‘No,” replied the nurse.
“Duke,” said Reginald, laying his hand on the dog
and pointing in the direction of the floating heads,
“you must go and help them.” -
Duke looked at Reginald, followed with his eyes the
outstretched hand, looked up again into Reginald’s
face, as if to assure him that he comprehended what
was wanted, then dashed into the water, boldly swim-
ming towards them. - -
“Those girls are altogether too venturesome for
beginners.” said the nurse.
\


92 FIOLL YHURST.
Reginald looked up and down the beach, then he
began hastily to remove a part of his clothing.
“Shall I run for some one to help you,” asked the
Ill]I*Se.
“Yes; if you can,” he said. -
The children stood still, watching the proceedings
with interest and a kind of silent awe. -
“Let me take the baby,” said the girl who was lead-
ing the little child, “you can’t run with him in your
arms.” .
She tried to take him, but he resisted and screamed
lustily.
“Never mind, I can carry him; he isn’t very heavy,”
said the nurse.
She tried at first to get up the bluff, but she found
it too steep, weighted as she was, and she reflected
that even if she could she might find no one passing,
while if she went around to the wharf she would be
sure to find men. She had to follow the curve of the
beach, and she did not find it easy running over the
yielding sands. She hoped to meet some one, but it
seemed to her that the beach was never so deserted
before. At last she saw a boy. She explained briefly
the situation, and sent him on ahead to the wharf, but
she followed, lest he should not do his errand. When
she reached there, two men were just starting out in a
dory. She told them where to go, and then turned
quickly back.
In the meantime Reginald was working his way
steadily through the water. When he had, as he


AN AD VENTURE. 93
thought, accomplished a little more than half the
distance, he met Duke coming laboriously back with
one of the girls. He had set his teeth firmly in her
bathing suit, and was carefully keeping her head
above water. -
“Duke, good fellow !” said Reginald, and pointed
to the shore. He had no breath to waste ; he must
save it for the task before him.
He pushed on again, but when he had, as he thought,
gained the spot where he had seen the dark speck,
nothing was visible save water sparkling in the sun-
shine. The human waif had disappeared. Could he
have mistaken the direction? Had he swerved from
his course? He turned on his back, rested floating,
and waited. Presently a figure rose near him. He
reached out and caught hold of it. Immediately a
pair of arms clutched him. He tried to unclasp them.
They clutched him closer, impeding his movements.
“Don’t hold me,” he said ; but there was no
response of voice or movement, only the same convul-
sive clinging.
He tried to change her position to get her arm about
his neck from behind, so that he could bear her up, yet
keep his own limbs free ; but it is hard to control the
instinctive movements of a drowning person. He felt
that she was dragging him down.
He was a good swimmer, but he had not the strength
and endurance of an older person. He did not expect
to make headway, but if he could only hold her up
until help came ! It must come soon, he thought. He
wondered how long he could hold out.

94 HollyHurst.
After a long time, as it seemed to him, he saw, with
a thrill of thankfulness, Duke swimming towards him.
When the dog came up, he succeeded with much diffi-
culty in releasing himself from the perilous grasp, and
between them they towed the half-drowned girl along.
They had nearly reached shallow water, when a boat
shot round the point and took them in.
Reginald and Duke awoke the next morning to find
themselves famous. Reginald would not take any
credit to himself. “I was quite powerless,” he said,
“I could have accomplished nothing without Duke.”
Nevertheless he deserved a share of the approbation,
and it was bestowed upon him. His mother grew pale
as she thought of the risk he had run, but since it was
over, she wisely forbore to dampen the joy of success
by any anxious words. -- -
The girls, whose unthinking carelessness had so
nearly cost them their lives, belonged to a little party
who were making a round of brief visits at seashore
reSOrtS.
“Reginald,” said Dr. Gardner, a day or two later,
“would you like to sell Duke?” -
“Sell Duke l’’ exclaimed the boy, looking up with
a dazed expression.
“I have been offered a large sum for him to-day.”
Reginald’s face was a study as he gazed at his
father. In it surprise, incredulity, reproach and grief
were so mingled and manifest that the doctor could
not restrain a smile.


AN AD VENTURE. 95
“Oh ” said the boy with a look of relief, “I
knew you couldn’t mean it, papa, but I don’t like the
joke.” º
“I did not intend it as a joke, my son,” said the
doctor, kindly. “I have really had a fine offer for
him. It more than quadruples the price we paid for
him. I considered it only fair to ask you what you
thought of it.”
“Papa,” he answered, with a kind of fine scorn, “if
you commanded it, or if mamma and Rose were starv-
ing, I suppose I should accept the offer. I can’t
think of anything else that would make me do it.”
The doctor smiled and held out his hand. Reginald
clasped it and they shook hands. It was a habit they
had whenever anything pleased them very much.
Vivisection
| - -
|A Science without God! A lustful greed -
| Of sovereign Knowledge, arming hands of power
To Search out Nature's secret, plenteous dower
| Of deep, ind welling Life Dumb victims bleed
And Suffer Torture; and their strained eyes plead
A helpless misery as they shrink and cower
While cruel fingers wantonly deflower
Some part of wonted use.
Yo hitman need is aided; but, divinest use denied,
The low beast's maiming will invite the high
Immortal man's; till horrors multiplied
Destroy all thought of healing; and the cry
Of sick humanity be answered by s
An outraged Nature and a God defied.”
(C. E. Rowe, England)
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the Pasteur Institute,” where he was told there were
“over 2,000 rabbits awaiting their fate, . . . but El
neither the great number of victims . . . nor the lºš
iron cage with dogs tearing at their chains so im- š.
pressed his memory as did the scores of rabbits that
their eyes rotting out.”,
CHAPTER xv.
INSTINCT OR REASON — WHICH2
Sºl ELLO, Reggie, glad you’ve come,” called
Bºſº | Tim, as Reginald returned from school
one afternoon.
“Do you want me?”
* * Yes.”
“Anything the matter?”
“Lady’s in a tantrum. Been galloping up and
down the yard like a steam engine.”
“Did she get frightened?”
“Dunno ; can’t do nothin’ with her. Perez said let
her be till you come. She orter be named Madge
Wildfire.” r
Reginald ran into the pasture. Lady Clare was at
the farther end, but when she saw him she galloped up
to him with a glad whinny.
“What is the trouble, Lady?” said Reginald,
caressing her. “Did you want to see me?”
She rubbed her nose against him for a minute, then
broke away and galloped down the field. Suddenly she
turned about, looked at him, and came back. She
tossed her head up and down, and again cantered off,
turning to look back at him.






96.
INSTINCT OR REASON.— WHICH 9 97
“She wants me to follow her,” he thought. He
did so, and she went on faster.
“Whoa, Lady,” he said.
She stopped at once. He ran up to her and sprang
upon her back. She trotted on to the lower end of the
pasture. A rail fence separated this from the field
below it. A pair of bars had been let down and left;
Lady Clare leaped over them, and kept on through the
field to a tangled thicket on one side. On the edge of
this thicket stood the colt which Mr. Hibbard had
recently bought. Reginald called to him. He usually
rushed to meet him with frolicsome gambols, but now
he seemed rooted to the spot. Reginald dismounted
and went up to him. He found that he had gotten all
tangled up in the bushes and was held fast.
“You are in a fix, my fine fellow,” said Reginald,
taking out his knife and cutting away twigs and
branches.
The colt answered with cries and struggles, but
Lady Clare seemed to understand the situation, for she
stood by, gently rubbing her nose against the colt and
whinnying in a satisfied manner. With some difficulty
Reginald succeeded in extricating the colt, and mount-
ing Lady Clare he took them both back to the barn,
where Lady received many compliments for her
Sagacity.
Reginald now began to go out with her every after-
noon for a canter. She seemed to be cured of her
lameness, and appeared perfectly gentle and obedient.
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98 HOLLYHURST.
He also drove her short distances. One morning his
father said: -
“I have an errand at the Enderly railroad station.
Suppose we drive Lady over and try to learn what are
her views or her prejudices with regard to the cars.”
Reginald assented with pleasure. He had a pardon-
able pride in her style and bearing, and his eyes would
flash when men turned to look after her, as they often
did.
A train of freight cars was approaching the station
as they drove up. ~~~~
“Shall I get out and hold her?” asked Reginald.
“No, we will sit here. We will not let her think
that we see any cause for alarm.” -
“Isn’t there a passenger train due P’’
“Yes,” said the doctor, looking at his watch.
“It comes in from the other way. Keep her well in
hand, and take a position where she can see both
trains.” - tº
Reginald did so.
“Papa, there’s a horse that seems to have the preju-
dice you mentioned,” he said.
The horse in question was standing near the track.
He had a rope about his neck, the other end of which
was knotted firmly round a stone post. He was evi-
dently afraid, for he was stepping nervously back and
forth.
The whistle of the approaching train was heard, and
the freight train began to back. The horse was now
between two fires as it were; he could see and hear one

INSTINCT OR REASON.— WHICH 9 99
train, he could hear but could not see the other. His
agitation increased. He dashed wildly from side to
side.
“Mister, your horse is afraid of the cars,” said a
boy. -
“I know it,” answered a man, who was standing on
the platform of the station, joking with an employee
of the road. “That’s what I brought him here for.”
“What, to make him afraid” asked the employee,
laughing. -
“No ; to cure him of it.”
The rush and roar of the incoming train grew
louder—the horse gave a leap—the rope held him
fast—he slipped and fell. Dr. Gardner jumped out
of his wagon and went to him. The man did not stir,
but he said :
“He’ll get up — let him be.”
“He may hurt himself or somebody else,” exclaimed
the doctor. - -
“He’s got to get used to the cars. If he wants to
break his neck doing it, let him.”
“But this is no way !” -
“Why isn’t it? I’ve tied him fast—he can’t get
away. He's got to stay there or break his neck.”
“But you are making the lesson too hard. It isn’t
his fault that he is afraid. It’s the fault of his train-
ing. He doesn't understand that there is no danger.
Any horse, or any man either, would be afraid of such
a monster as an engine seems to be, if he didn’t
understand it.”

100 HollyHURST.
The man looked at him stupidly, but did not reply.
The horse had struggled to his feet again, bruised and
frantic. Dr. Gardner stepped up to him cautiously,
and taking hold of the rope, held him firmly. After
much backing and filling, the freight train was gotten
out of the way, and the passenger train steamed into
and out of the station. The horse became less restive,
but he still quivered with fear and excitement.
“If you would stand by him,” said the doctor,
addressing the man, “ or even sit in a wagon behind
him, your presence would be a support to him ; but he
is chained here alone with his fears. It is too much
to expect of him.” -
Dr. Gardner had not forgotten Lady Clare during
this episode. He had kept an eye on her, but she
viewed all the proceedings with perfect equanimity.
“One thing is settled, Reggie, she is not afraid of
the cars,” said the doctor.
“She didn’t move a muscle,” he answered.
They drove homeward, and when they were nearly
there, Reginald suddenly exclaimed : — -
“If there isn’t Simpson carting his boat back. He
has it on the small cart, too. It’s the identical com-
bination that frightened Lady in the summer.”
“When she ran away?”
* 6 Yes.”
“That’s so,” said the doctor, as it came nearer.
“What shall we do, papa? Shall we turn around
and go the other way so that she can’t see it, or shall
I get out and hold her?”


INSTINCT OR REASON – WHICH 9 101
*-
“I think we’ll risk it and stay in. Drive slowly
and keep a firm hand on the rein.”
As the strange looking vehicle approached, Lady
Clare showed signs of agitation. She looked at it
suspiciously, and began a lively pirouette.
“Whoa, Lady whoa ’’ said Reginald quietly, at
the same time turning her a little so that she could see
the whole combination easily. w
Simpson slackened his pace and called out: “Shall
I come on ?”
“Come on,” said the doctor.
As the team passed her Lady Clare gave a nervous
spring, but stopped again at the sound of Reginald’s
“whoa, Lady whoa l’” -
“You have won the day, Reggie,” said his father,
as they drove on ; “you have scored a victory. This
was a peculiar coincidence — one that disturbed her,
but she looked to you for guidance and yielded to you.
It will have its effect in any future emergency.”
“Yes,” said Reginald, “I am sure it will. I feel
quite confident whenever I speak to her that she under-
stands me and will obey me.”
^.
The Moral Warfare
“The author of a great reformation is
always unpopular in his own age. He generally tº
passes his life in disquiet and danger. It
is therefore for the interest of the human
race that the memory of such men should be .
had in reverence, and that they should be sup– tº
ported against the scorm and hatred of their con- ;
temporaries. To go on the forlorn hope of truth
§
|
is a service of peril—who will undertake it, if tº
it be not also a service of honor? It is easy
enough after the ramparts are carried, to find
men to plant the flag on the topmost tower.
The difficulty is to find men who are ready to go
first in the breach. (Lord Macawley)
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“Cruelty would need no hell i
Save the ghosts of the sad beasts should
. COIT1C. - tºº
And standing, silent, crowd their centered
. heads, º
Stare the ill man to madness.”
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C H A P T E R XV I.
THE COUNTRY FAIR.
Country Fair,” preparations for the event
were going on at Hollyhurst. -
Dr. Gardner selected and arranged spe-
cimens of his finest fruit, apples, pears, peaches and
grapes, – while Mrs. Gardner sent these fruits in
another form — in quivering translucent jellies, and
in tempting preserves. Perez took charge of the ani-
mals, and went over with the cows, including the little
Jersey Clover, a few sheep, and a remarkable pig,
that had not been allowed to live after the mammer of
pigs in general, but had been raised in accordance
with improved methods. Reginald, with the help of
Tim, boxed up the fine Plymouth Rock poultry and
other handsome varieties for exhibition. Sophronia
sent over balls of fragrant butter, the concentrated
product of Clover's skilful manipulation of clover
fields, and sheets of golden ginger-bread, dear to the
appetite of youth. Rose scoured the fields and woods
for bright leaves and varieties of wild flowers, which
she made up into graceful bouquets, and sent together
with some choice asters from her garden.




10?
THE COUNTRY FAIR. 103
Life at Hollyhurst was too busy and too varied to
allow much time for what is termed “fancy work,”
but occasionally Sophronia contrived to send a mat or
a tidy, and Mrs. Gardner a dainty bit of fine sewing,
for she had learned to sew in her youth before the wide-
spread distribution of sewing machines and ready-
made clothing.
The fair was held in Brampton, and lasted two days.
On the first day the interest centered mostly in the
exhibition of products, on the second day in the dinner,
the side shows, and the horse race.
Rose accompanied her father and Reginald in their
tour about the grounds to see the animals. They were
interesting to her, not only on account of their fine
points, but in and for themselves.
She even went to the ploughing match, for she liked
to watch the great patient oxen— now becoming com-
paratively rare in the land—with their large, calm eyes,
and their measured, cumbrous movements, as they
plodded on or turned slowly to respond to the shouts of
“Gee,” “Haw,” “Haw,” “Gee.”
“Reggie,” she said, “what do you suppose these
animals think of all this, cooped up here in narrow
quarters, with crowds of people looking at them?”
“I don’t know,” he replied. “I would like to get
at the thoughts of one of them. Perhaps we shall,
if Garner’s experiments amount to anything. It is
one of the things I must study up, too.”
“Sometimes,” she continued, “when I am with
Duke, or Don, or Clover, or any of our animals, I feel
;




104. IHOLLYHURST.
as though they were saying, “we don’t understand what
you are doing this for; your ways are quite mysterious,
and often they seem quite foolish, but we put up with
them because we are fond of you.’”
Then they went through the hall where were the
mammoth Squashes, the baskets of potatoes, large
and smooth, the rich red mounds of tomatoes, the
crimson cranberries, the hard, sound apples, the soft-
cheeked peaches, the purple grapes with their misty.
bloom. -
- The upper hall was filled with the products of
woman’s work. There were rugs and mats of all
shapes and sizes, quilts made up of many pieces and
in many patterns—log cabin, block, star, and diamond,
— tidies of all the materials known to the feminine
mind, countless cushions, and bags for every conceiv-
able and inconceivable purpose.
“It tires me to think of all the weary hours it must
have taken to do these things, and of the millions and
millions of tiny stitches that have been put into them,”
said Rose. So leaving her mother and Sophronia to
linger over the bewildering display, she went off to the
more enticing corner, where bread and ginger-bread,
butter and cheese, canned fruits and jellies, were dis-
played.
It was an exciting period in the day when the
Governor and other distinguished guests arrived on
the grounds and were escorted to the hall by the chief
marshal and his aids, mounted on fine-looking horses.
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THE COUNTRY FAIR. 105
scene somewhere in the dim future, when, mounted
on Lady Clare, he might perhaps ride grandly over the
grounds.
Dr. Gardner and his wife, with Perez and Sophronia,
went to the dinner, sitting through it in a very staid
and proper manner, and staying afterwards to listen
to the speeches, which were mostly very good, though
occasionally long and prosy. Reginald, and Rose, and
Tim, wandered off to the side booths for their dinners
of steaming stews and chowders, and somewhat indi-
gestible turn-overs and pies.
After the dinner came the horse-trot, and the young
people looked out in time to find a good position for
seeing it. The track was circular, and they tried to
get as near the judge’s stand as possible. The trotting
proved to be better than usual. A greater number of
horses had been entered, and they were more equally
matched, so that the contest became quite close.
“Reggie, which horse do you think will win?” asked
Rose.
“I should bet on that thin chestnut one.”
“You hav’n’t any thought of betting, Reggie?”
“Oh, no it’s a species of gambling. Papa doesn’t
believe in betting—neither do I; but I have an opinion
as to which will win all the same, and I can under-
stand how men get excited over a favorite horse, and
are willing to risk large sums on him.”
“I don’t think my judgment is good for much,” said
Rose. “I take a fancy to some horse that is trying
to do his best, but is having a hard time to keep up,

106 - HOLLYHURST.
like that iron gray one over there, and I keep wishing
that he could get on a little faster, and I wish it so
hard that I begin to think he will.”
“You must feel with your heart, Rose, and judge
with your head,” said Reginald, laughing. *
As the trotting went on, one horse after another,
unable to make any showing, was forced to drop out—
among them Rose's favorite, the iron gray.
At last it was narrowed down to two, the thin chest-
nut and a fine looking black horse. Round the track
they went, neck and neck, neither gaining, and they
came to the judge’s stand with their heads on a line.
Again they started, and for the first half of th:
course went on neck and neck, as before. Then the
chestnut seemed to gain a little, and he reached the
stand a half length ahead. A shout went up — cheers,
and the waving of hats.
Around once more. The black horse was low
thoroughly roused. If the chestnut won, he would
have to work for his honors — he had no mean Op-
ponent. They passed the half-way post neck and
neck—still neck and neck they went on over the track
with flying feet. There was breathless silence—the
great crowd stood motionless. They reached the stand
heads on a line.
“It is a tie,” mturmured Reginald, under his breath.
There was a shout — and then a cloud of dust — a
sudden movement of men closing round the judge's
stand — then a confused murmur of many voices.

Around the Lowly Manger.
Lo, on the first bright Christmas morn
Around the lowly manger.
The soft-eyed beasts with angels gaze
Upon the heavenly stranger,
We cannot know how far and deep
Their mystic instinct reacheth
Nor what mute sense of Right and Love
These poor dumb children teacheth,
But Love that can redeem and save
For evil good returning —
Can take all creatures to Its heart :
The humblest never spurning.
Honor the voice that dares to speak,
(The cruel jest unheeding)—
For those who cannot speak themselves
One word of humble pleading.
.* “There are few sins more heinous an
ſ unpardonable than cruelty to animals,
and this sin covers and disgraces the whole
| world. Is a drunkard worse than he who
is cruel to his useful domestic animals P.
No... The Scriptures say, “No drunkard
shall enter the Kingdom of Heaven.”
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In Russia, where blinders are never used, shying is unknown.
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horses, Fire Departments, artillery teams, and many fine turn-outs.
expressive eyes and fine head are his glory.
Although blindness decreases the value of a horse, many render
their horses half, or two-thirds, blind — practically — by senseless and
injurious “blinders " some of which absolutely prevent the horse
Blinders annoy horses greatly, and flapping
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alarms him. Their uselessness is proven by their absence from saddle
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CHAPTER XVII.
A VISIT.
THINK I shall never go to a horse race
again,” said Rose, the next morning, her
face paling with the remembrance of the
dead horse. .
“I am sure we should none of us go,” said Mrs.
Gardner, “if we thought such a thing as that likely
to occur.”
“But it might occur, mamma,
“No one knew that this horse had heart disease until
35
*. he died, and the doctors say that he would have lived
“longer if he had not over-exerted himself.”
“It has been a question with me before this as to
. . whether we ought to lend the encouragement of our
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“that such a fine horse should lose his life.”
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presence to horse racing.” -
“It is very interesting and exciting, mamma,” said
Reginald. “I shouldn’t like to think that I could
never go to a horse trot again, though I am very sorry
“Such a rate of speed as men are demanding of
horses now seems too much to expect of any living
creature,” replied Mrs. Gardner. “Long ago, when
they were the fleetest messengers men had there seemed
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108
A VISIT. 109
some excuse for it; but now I don’t see that it serves
any good end.”
“Sheridan's horse did good service with ‘Win-
chester twenty miles away,’” said Reginald.
“Yes,” replied his mother, smiling, “that horse is
said to have done good service; but I was thinking
especially of a time much farther back than that—a
time when one could not be carried by steam and elec-
tricity, and when there was neither telegraph nor tele-
phone to carry messages over the country. With all
these contrivances for speed it would seem that the
horse might be allowed to take things a little easier.”
On the following Saturday Reginald and Rose
planned to call on Miss Lydston, as the family were to
leave Ashbrook for New York early the next week.
“Suppose we ride over,” said Reginald, “I should
like to show Lady Clare off a little, and probably Mr.
Hibbard will be there to-day.”
“I should like it,” said Rose. “Let us go out and
see if I can have Rebekah.”
As they were walking towards the barn Rose sud-
denly turned to Reginald and exclaimed : —
“Why, I can’t have her This is Rebekah's Sun-
day !”
“So it is,” replied Reginald, “I hadn’t thought of
it.”
“How strange that we should forget,” said Rose.
“Oh, Miss Rose !” said Tim, “’twon’t do no harm
to take her this once; she ain’t been doin’ nothin’ to
speak of this week.”
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110 FIOLL YEHURST.
Rose reflected; she thought that Reginald looked
disappointed.
“No,” she said, “I mustn't take her. It is just
this once now, but some Saturday I might want her
again, and that would make another “once,’ and so
there might come to be a great many of them, and then
poor Rebekah would never be sure of her Sundays.”
“Never mind, Rose,” said Reginald, in his manly,
chivalrous way, “I’ll drive Lady over and you can go
with me.”
“But you wanted to ride her so much,” said Rose.
“Is there no other way that I can go?”
“I don’t see any, unless you walk; it doesn’t mat-
ter, really.”
“Then I shall be delighted to go. You know I
have seldom ridden after Lady Clare.” -
The day was fine and Lady was in good condition.
She seemed to enjoy the trip as well as they did.
“This doesn’t seem much like riding after Rebekah,
does it?” said Rose, laughing merrily. “Poor
Rebekah she would have trotted along as fast as she
could ; but she is much happier eating grass in the
meadow.”
Mrs. Hibbard and Miss Lydston were at home, and
Mr. Hibbard, who had gone out, soon returned. They
inquired with interest for every one at Hollyhurst, in-
cluding the animals.
“Duke wanted very much to come with us,” said
Rose, ‘‘ but we did not allow him to, because we know
that you do not like dogs, Mrs. Hibbard.”

A VISIT. 111
“I am afraid of them,” she replied, “ especially
large ones like yours.”
“Little dogs are often more snappish than large
ones,” said her husband.
“I dare say they are, but I could, perhaps, beat off a
small one with my parasol ; I should be quite defence-
less with a large one.”
“Indeed you would. If one should see fit to attack
you, you would be quite in his power. I think myself
it is not best to have much to do with strange dogs.”
Reginald and Rose, who had been brought up with a
dog, and had as yet known no unpleasant experiences
with them, were rather amused at this conversation, but
they politely forbore to say anything. Reginald sim-
ply remarked that “when dogs were very savage they
were usually trained to be so.”
“Well, how is my coit getting on ?” asked Mr.
Hibbard. -
“Finely,” replied Reginald, “he will make a very
handsome horse.” -
“I hear they are putting the breaking, or the
‘training,’ as your father prefers to call it, largely
into your hands.”
“I like to do it—and the colt is more tractable with
me. He seems to have taken a fancy to me.”
“All animals take a fancy to you, do they not?”
“I suppose it is because I like them,” answered
Reginald, modestly.
Mr. Hibbard said he would like to have one more
drive with Lady Clare, so Reginald took him out, and
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112 - HOLLYHURST.
on the way told of her intelligence in reporting the
accident which happened to the colt. Mr. Hibbard
was much amused, and said “that her intelligence was
always satisfactory, but her disposition was not.”
It was late when they returned, and Mrs. Hibbard
told Reginald that she wished them to stay to tea, and
that Rose would not decide until he came. Reginald
did not object; so they stayed and drove home in the
starlight.
“I hope mamma will not think that Lady has run
away with us,” said Reginald. -
“I thought of that,” said Rose, “ but I don't
believe she will be anxious, for she knew where we
were going, and she will think it quite probable that
they would ask us to stay.”
. “We have spent a very pleasant afternoon,” said
Reginald.
“Very,” returned Rose, “ and we are having a
lovely drive now. Reggie, you couldn’t have taken
Mr. Hibbard out if we had gone as we first planned.”
“No ; it is all right,” he answered.



C H A PTE R X VIII. sº
THANKSGIVING DAY.
#|OVEMBER had come, and its gray skies
were brooding low over the earth. The
N. : | autumn had been a beautiful one. The
- E sunshine, the rains and the frosts had
given the leaves a perfect ripening, and the whole land-
scape had been gay with flaming splendors of gold and
crimson; but the colors were now fading fast, and the
loosened leaves rustled under passing footfalls or
whirled in the breeze and heaped themselves into
sheltered nooks. The pears, the peaches, the grapes,
and many of the apples had been gathered. Some of *
them were still lying on the shelves of cool, dark,
unused closets, and others floated in amber juice within
imprisoning glass jars. The gardens were dismantled
and dreary. The brave chrysanthemums still lifted
their cheerful faces amid the general ruin, and the
golden pumpkins lent a touch of color to the brown
fields. .
The fading vegetation, the dull skies, and the short-
ening days make November a gloomy month. It is
brightened by the glad home festival of Thanksgiving,
which seems, perhaps, all the dearer to us, coming as
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114 HOLLYHURST.
it does in a season when nature has so little to offer
that is attractive. *:
For a week at least before Thanksgiving day Holly-
hurst was full of pleasant stir and bustle. The famous
triad of pies— apple, mince and squash—especially
dedicated to this day, were to be made, and jellies,
sauces, cakes and puddings. Tim was pressed into
the service, and the sound of the chopping knife rever-
berated through the house. Sophronia came over every
day, and Rose was in demand as soon as she returned
from school. The kitchen, always a pleasant room,
now became the centre of attraction. Even Dr. Gard-
ner and Reginald hovered about it, making themselves
useful in picking over cranberries, stoning raisins,
slicing citron, and the like.
All these preparations were quite delightful, but there
were others very trying to the family at Hollyhurst.
When the pigs, and lambs, and turkeys, and chickens
were to be killed, Rose put her fingers in her ears and
ran to the farthest corner of the house, while Reginald
took Lady and went off for a gallop. Even Mrs. Gard-
ner was heard to exclaim, “I wish I could go to market
and buy my meats. I should simply think then only of
mutton or pork, or poultry.”
There was an unusual amount of preparation to be
made this year, because Dr. Gardner's sister, Mrs.
Harmon, with her husband and daughter, were coming
to spend the holiday with them. Flora Harmon was
just the age of Rose, but the cousins had seldom spent
much time together,
THANKSGIVING DAY. 115
Thanksgiving morning dawned bright and clear, and
crisp. It was just the weather to make one look for-
ward to the coming good cheer with pleasurable antici-
pations. The children were up early. The Harmons
had arrived the day before, and Flora was to be taken
the rounds when the animals were given their break-
fasts, and the breakfasts were to be more luxurious than
usual. Since feasting is one of the features of the day,
surely animals, whose sources of enjoyment are few,
should have their share of it, so the horses received
either an extra allowance of grain, or one of their fav-
orite mashes, the cows munched carrots or some other
dainty with their hay. Frisky and the kittens regaled,
themselves on chicken bones and odorous fragments
of meat, and the hens scrambled and cackled over the
Indian mush that accompanied their corn, and Duke—
was Duke forgotten in the general distribution? Duke
could no more be forgotten than one of the family,
though he always affected indifference with regard to
food in the presence of his friends. -
A special feature of Thanksgiving day, still dear to
the heart of New England, is the church service. If
one does not go to church, the dinner seems to lose
something of its flavor, and when the sermon treats,
as it frequently does, of certain aspects in the Na-
tional Outlook, it furnishes a topic for conversation
after the dessert and the coffee are brought on.
Sophronia had taken upon herself the cooking of the
turkey, leaving Mrs. Gardner at leisure to entertain
her guests, and they all decided to drive to Fairmont
116 Hollyhurst.
for the morning service. Mr. and Mrs. Harmon and
Dr. Gardner and his wife were in one carriage, while
Reginald, Flora and Rose were in another.
“The young people seem to have the better horse,”
said Mrs. Harmon, as Reginald drove out into the
street in advance of them, Lady Clare lifting her head
proudly, and dashing off in her free and easy gait.
“They have the faster one,” said the doctor, “but
hardly the better one.”
“Don is so superlatively good,” laughed Mrs. Gard-
ner, “that he admits of no comparison.” -
“Don is good—as good as gold, I don't doubt,”
said Mrs. Harmon, “but there isn’t much style to him.”
“Now, look at that horse—Lady, is that what you
call her?—she is really quite a showy affair.”
“Yes; she is,” admitted the doctor.
“Edward,” continued Mrs. Harmon, “I know you'
appreciate all the fine points in a horse, but I don’t see
how you happened to buy one like that for farm work.”
“I didn’t ; she was given to Reggie.”
“Do you dare to trust Reggie with a horse like
that P’’
“Oh, yes! He knows as much about a horse as I
dO.”
“You used to say, Edward, that one of the first les-
sons you would try to impress upon the minds of your
children would be the kind and considerate treatment
of animals. Do you remember it?”
“Yes; I remember.”
“I suppose you have given them line upon line, and
precept upon precept.”

THANKSG IVING DAY. 117
“On the contrary, I have given them very little direct
teaching.”
“Perhaps they did not need any,” said Mr. Har-
II].OIl. -
“That’s about it. Either through hereditary or by
direct gift they were well endowed in this respect.
There wasn't much for me to do.” -
“The disposition was native to the soil,” said Mr.
Harmon. “Well, it gives you all the more time to
bring others up to your standard.”
“I am not at a loss for a field of labor, certainly.”
“Really, Edward, you seem to be a kind of mission-
ary, so to speak, to the animal creation,” said his sister.
“It is not the animals who need a missionary so
much as the men who have charge of them.”
“I hope your labors bring forth some fruit.”
“The crop is not abundant as yet, but I am not
working alone. New laborers are constantly coming
into the field. This is to be one of the reforms of the
future.”
When they returned from church the house had
begun to wear a holiday aspect. No ruthless hand had
done away with the old-fashioned fire-places, and
cheerful fires were sparkling and crackling in parlor
and dining-room. Tim had filled the corners of the
rooms with branches of pine and cedar, and trained
about the windows some crimson-leaved blackberry
vines that Rose had found in a sheltered spot that
morning. The long table was already partially set,
and the shimmer of glass and silver, the mounds of
118. - PHOLI, YHURST.
crimson jelly, and the delicate green of the celery were
dainty forerunners of the coming feast. -
The dinner justified all expectations. The turkey
was done to a turn, the chicken pies were delicious,
and all the other compounds were triumphs of the culi-
nary art. As they sat about the table sipping their
coffee in genial comfort, Rose said:
“I cannot help feeling sorry for the animals on days
like these. I should like to make a fire in the barn,
and spread a table with the kinds of food they like,
and have them all together, as we are—but the horses
are out in the cold barn, and the cows are standing
each alone in her stall, and the sheep are out on the
hill nibbling away at that dry, dead grass, and the
hens are wandering about in the barren hen yard, and
all we can seem to do for them is to give them a little
more to eat.” - *
“It does seem hard to bring much warmth or cheer
into their lives,” responded Mrs. Gardner.
“And yet, how much attention is paid to their com-
fort in these days,” remarked Mr. Harmon. “There
are stables heated by steam and furnished with every
modern appliance.” 4.
“I have read of one that was carpeted,” said Floy.
“But those are exceptions,” said Dr. Gardner, “the
majority live in hard quarters, and fare hard.”
“There are wonderful kennels for dogs,” said Mrs.
Harmon, “and think of the little pampered darlings,
led by silken strings or carried on velvet cushions.”
“That is cruelty in another form,” replied the
doctor.
THANKSG IVING DAY. 119
“You think, then, there is such a thing as killing
with kindness,” continued Mrs. Harmon.
“There is such a thing as dwarfing and perverting
the nature of animals as well as men by unwise luxury.
The dudes of the animal creation are quite as un-
interesting as those of the human race, only the former
don’t seem to have any choice in the matter.”
“I think animals must be lonesome,” said Reginald.
“In a wild state they often live together in flocks and
herds, but we separate them for our own convenience.
Many families keep, perhaps, one horse or one cow,
and such have practically mo companionship with any
of their kind. When I go over to Mr. Gleason's I
feel so sorry for poor old Beppo. He stands in the
barn all alone; he is blind, too, and he seems to be
listening intently for a step or a voice.”
“How strange it must seem not to have any com-
panions of your own race,” exclaimed Rose. “If I
had to live with superior beings — angels, for instance
– I am quite sure I should want to see another girl
Sometimes.”
“It always makes me feel sad to see Beppo,” said
Mrs. Gardner. “It is not that he is abused. Mr.
Gleason is a fairly good master, I think, but the horse
seems so meek and so utterly subdued, he appears to
have no will, or wish, or hope of his own, but just to
plod through the day trying to do what is expected of
him.”
“He is so careful,” said Reginald. “In going to
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120 - FIOLL YHURST.
down as if he were feeling his way, and he depends so
much upon guidance, and when you are leading him he
seems to hang back just a little. He seems fearful of
getting into trouble.”
“It seems a pity that blind horses have to work,”
said Mrs. Harmon. -
‘‘Perhaps it is his blindness that makes it seem more
pathetic,” continued Mrs. Gardner; “but I have seen
other horses that had the same weary, dejected,
patient look.”
“The old method of “breaking in was harmful,”
said Dr. Gardner. “When it didn’t arouse a colt's
opposition and make him vicious, it was apt to dis-
courage him and transform him into a mere machine.”
The short November day was already drawing to a
close, and darkness was creeping fast upon them.
“I suppose Don and Lady and all the other outside
members of our family are expecting their Thanks-
giving supper,” said Reginald, rising.
Flora and Rose immediately sought their coats and
hats that they might go with him, and the visits of the
morning were repeated. Every animal on the place
received dº eatra ration in honor of the day.
what is the most cruel ani-
- mal in the world P.
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What is the most cruel animal in the World º
Answer. The animal that kills other &mi-
mals simply for fun, or the pleasure it ſets from
killing them. *
What animal kills for fun, or the pleasure it
gets from killing º'
º Answer. It is a biped, or two-legged
animal, and is called man.
This is the animal that kills other animals
simply for the fun of killing them.
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CHAPTER XIX.
CRUE.I.T.Y.
zº]NE afternoon, as Dr. Gardner and his wife
were driving, they met a pedler’s , cart.
The horse was decrepit and broken down,
H and so thin that one could almost count
each rib.
“Why, that is Mr. Wainright's old horse,” ex-
claimed the doctor.
“You don’t mean that he has sold that faithful
creature ?” *.
“I can't be mistaken in him, although he is a mere
shadow of his former self. I heard, too, that Wain-
right had sold him.”
“I don’t see how any of them could bear to part
with him. I think that horse has been in the family
twenty years.”
“Yes, the poor thing is worn out.” -
“Mr. Wainright might have kept him in the pasture
for the good he had done.” -
“He had to buy another, and he claimed that he
couldn’t afford to keep two ; but he might, at least,
have had him killed. It’s a shame to see a horse that
has done such good service reduced to such a miserable
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122 HOLLYHURST.
condition. Wainright used to feed him well, and now
he looks as though he hadn’t seen a quart of oats for
months.”
“And Mr. Wainright is a good man, too. I am
surprised.”
“Even good men look out for the dollars, you see.”
“Could he get much for the horse?”
“Twenty-five or thirty dollars, perhaps; not more.”
“And so the poor thing must drag out a wearisome,
painful existence for that small sum ?”
“Wainright wouldn’t do a thing he considered wrong
for much more than that sum. He simply isn’t edu-
cated up to our point of view. Conscience is largely a
matter of education with all of us, so while he would
scorn to take unfair advantage of a man, he sees no
harm in doing it to a horse.”
“Natural kindness of heart would seem to be
sufficient to make One do right in such a case as this.”
“It would seem so, but men are strangely obtuse in
their perceptions of right and wrong. They follow on
in the customary routine, whether it is good or bad. It
takes generations to root out old time-hardened ideas.”
“Welch came mighty near losing one of his hosses
last night,” said Perez to the doctor, a day or two
later.
‘‘ HOW was it 2 ”
“He let that chestnut hoss of his to a couple of
young men to go to some sort of a show over in
Brampton. I spose they drove at a pretty smart pace
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CR UEL. T.Y. - 123
to put a blanket on her, so she stood there three
hours while they was foolin’ inside. 'Twas mighty
chilly last night; there was a kind of a cold fog come
up, and there that poor hoss had to stand. Then they
drove home at a rippin’ pace; but they didn't get back
until after midnight. Welch’s new man had been
waitin’ for her to come in, but he wanted to go to bed,
so he didn’t take much pains rubbin’ her down, and he
gave her some whole corn—for that was the handiest—
and left her. Between 'em all they come powerful near
making an end of her. If they hadn’t found her just
as they did they wouldn’t a saved her. They’ve been
working over her all the forenoon.”
“That’s about the way things go on in some livery
stables,” replied the doctor. “Men seem to think a
hired horse isn’t made of flesh and blood. I wonder
Welch doesn’t lose more of them.”
“It’s jess so, doctah,” said Tim ; “’twould make
your heart ache in them livery stables where I was
down South to see the hosses come in : some with
sprung knees, some with their hoofs all split and
bruised, some broken-winded from hard drivin', some
colicky from drinkin’ when too hot, some with great
welts on 'em where they’d been lashed; all on 'em
battered up some way — hardly one on 'em sound.”
The next day, as the doctor was driving to Enderly,
he heard the steady beat of hoofs behind him. He
looked back and saw a horse without carriage or rider
coming swiftly along the road. He had on no harness,
but there was a rope around his neck, and at the other
I24 HOLLYHURST.
end of the rope was a part of a wooden post, which he
was dragging after him. Two or three men sprang out
and tried to stop him. He dodged them with startled
leaps, but at the doctor's first “whoa" he slackened
his pace, and coming up to the wagon trotted along
beside it. He was trembling and seemed frightened.
The doctor recognized him as belonging to Mr. Leon-
ard, and surmised from his appearance that he might
have been receiving a whipping similar to the one he
had himself seen inflicted. -
The doctor alighted, and detaching the post, laid it
by the side of the road; then taking the horse by the
rope he went on to the village store, where he stopped.
Several men, who were sunning themselves on the
steps, asked various questions and made various sug-
gestions. Presently a lad drove up. When he saw
the horse, he called out : —
“Hello, here he is. Did you stop him, doctor?”
“Yes; I had a hand in it.”
“Leonard been whipping him again?” asked one of
the men. *
“Whipped him like the mischief this morning,”
replied the lad.
“How did he get away?”
“He was tied to a post, and he was dancing around
as usual, when all of a sudden he gave a tremendous
plunge forward. He broke the post short off, and
he went out of the yard like a streak of lightning.
When the post flew up it struck Leonard in the side
and gave him a terrible pelt. He ain’t hardly got his
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“Served him right,” said one of the men.
“Does Leonard whip the horse often ?” asked the
doctor. - .
“Not very often.”
‘‘ HOW Often ?”
“Perhaps once a week on an average.”
“Is the horse tricky?”
“I don’t think he is, if you use him right.”
“What does he do to provoke the whipping?”
“It don’t seem to me he does anything. Leonard
get's put out about something else in the first place,
and this horse is kind of nervous, and now he seems
to expect he is going to be whipped, and so he's
always trying to back away from Leonard. Some-
times he gets away from him altogether, and Leonard
has a great chase to catch him.”
“Leonard’s got a temper of his own,” said one
of the men.
“Did you drive through that side road that runs
along by Leonard’s orchard a little while ago, doctor?”
inquired the lad.
‘ ‘ Yes.”
“Well, 'twas just about then that the horse gave
that tremendous leap that broke the post off. I saw
somebody going by ; I thought 'twas you.”
Dr. Gardner made no reply. It occurred to him that
the horse on seeing him had remembered his indirect
championship on a previous occasion, and had again
sought his protection. “What am I to do about it?”
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126 HOLLYHURST.
one betray the trust of a helpless creature? Can one
interfere in a man’s use of what he considers his prop-
erty? Once, indeed, there was nothing to be done,
but “Humanity sweeps onward.” In this age there
are societies bearing the seal of authority, whose mission
it is to right such wrongs, and to them Dr. Gardner
determined to appeal.
. -- *** * > .
Dr. Ribali, the noble and fearless President .
of the Turin, (Italy) Animal Society, in the
“Gazette of Turin,” March 26, 1892, wrote a
stormy article against vivisection and Pasteur-
ism, ending his noble appeal thus:—“When
will His Excellency, the Minister of Public In-
struction, awake to the conviction that vivisec-
tion must be abolished 2 When will Lombroso,
Schiff, Mantegazza, and others like them, be
convinced that these tortures and butcheries
are of no use to science, and that the Pasteur
system is on ly an imposition sm??orſed by spec-
ulators, not by men of science, and that the
entire system of vivisection is a veritable ſountain
of immorality and a delusion. Abolish vivi-
section, return to the true school of medicine,
according to , Hippocrates, and their will be
fewer victims for the cemetery.”
NO WIVISECTIONIST.
The famous surgeon, Professor Lawson Tait, said:
; “Like every member of my profession, I was brought
up in the belief that by vivisection had been obtained
almost every important known fact in physiology,
and that many of our most valued means of saving
life and diminishing suffering had resulted from ex-
i periments on the lower animals. I now know that
nothing of the sort is true concerning the art of sur-
| gery, and not only do I not believe that vivisection
| has helped the surgeon one bit, but I know that it
has often led him astray. In the interest of true
science its employment should be stopped.”
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this matter—vivisection—going deep into the
; heart of the question :-
“Pain, terror, mortal agonies that scare
§ Thy heart in man, to Öruſes these wilt not spare
Ž Are theirs less sad and real 2 Pain in man
: Bears the high mission of the flail and fan
In brutes 'tis purely Zizious.”
C H A P T E R X. X.
CHRISTMAS.
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Harmon, when at Hollyhurst, had invited
“. . . . \ ^ - the family to spend the Christmas holidays
§º | with her. It had been a busy summer and
*::::::::#| autumn, and Dr. Gardner thought that a
vacation had been well earned. He had, therefore,
accepted the invitation, and the day before Christmas
found them all in New York.
On Christmas morning Mrs. Harmon called Rose
into her room. On the table were two beautiful hats.
“Rose,” she said, “I have bought these hats — one
is for you, and one for Flora. They are very much
alike; but as you are our guest we will give you the
choice.”
“You are very kind, Auntie; but, indeed, I would
rather not choose.”
“Please do,” said Floy, “I would much rather you
WOuld.” -- -
“Don’t you like them?” asked Mrs. Harmon, notic-
ing the rising flush on the fair cheek.
“They are very beautiful; but those birds, Auntie—
they look like real birds.” -
“Do they not? they look as though they had just
lighted there for a moment, and were ready to fly.”
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128 HOLLYHURST.
“They are too real. It makes me sad to see them.
Couldn’t I have them taken off?”
“Why, child, they are the crowning beauty of the
hat.”
“I know it; but birds are such happy little things,
and they had to die — to die to ornament my hat l”
“Well, since they are dead someone else will wear
them if you do not.”
“Let someone else have them then, and if I don’t
wear any there will be two less killed in the future.”
“Rose, if you aren’t your father's own child — a
second edition, revised and improved ”
“I beg your pardon, Auntie, if I have seemed rude. It
isn’t the same to you and Floy that it is to me, because
you live in the city and don't stay much among birds,
but I live with them all summer and most of the winter;
for there are always a few that stay all the year, and I
feel as though my playmates had been killed.”
“Then, I suppose, I must take them off,” said Mrs.
Harmon, “but what shall I put in their place?”
“I think the hat will be very pretty just as it is
without those. I have never had so fine a one before.”
“But you see this side will have rather a defrauded
appearance.”
“A bunch of flowers would do, or if you don’t like
flowers in winter, some red berries or another knot of
velvet would answer.”
“Do you wear wings or plumes?”
“I don’t remember that I have ever worn any
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“Does your mother never wear any, either?”
“I think she sometimes wears Ostrich plumes,
because wearing those does not deprive anything of
life; but papa does not even like to have her use those.”
“There is the breakfast bell,” said Mrs. Harmon,
“we must go down now ; we will decide about this
Jater.”
After the coffee had been poured and every one had
been helped, Mrs. Harmon said:—
“Edward, I didn’t know that you had such an ardent
disciple in Rose. I gave her a hat this morning with
two lovely birds on it, and she insists that the birds
Imust come Off.”
“I am glad,” said the doctor, looking over at Rose,
with an approving smile. “Wearing feathers is a relic
of barbarism.”
“Oh ” exclaimed Mrs. Harmon, lifting her hands
with a deprecatory air, “that is rather hard on me. I
have just had a new gown, and it is ornamented with
feather trimming.” t
“There is a chance for missionary work here,” said
the doctor, laughing. -
“It seems to me that feathers are worn more than
ever,” returned his sister; “they are not only used for
trimming, but they are made into capes and mufflers
for the neck, and long boas.”
“The Royal personages in some of the African and
South American tribes have whole garments made of
them.” -
Every one laughed, and Reginald said:—
T30 HOLLYHURST.
“There are some specimens in the Art Museum in
Boston.”
“And I have seen them here,” added Floy.
“The higher the civilization the ſess use is made of
feathers,” remarked the doctor. “Take, for example,
the American Indians. Feathers were their principal
Ornaments — from the moccasins on their feet to the
plumes on their scalp. Now look at civilized nations.
The men make very little use of feathers. Even the
goose quill has gone out of fashion. The women—
excuse me — are a little behind hand in this matter.
They still cling with a kind of superstitious fondness
to the barbaric past.”
“There seems no need of feathers for ornament in
these days,” said Mrs. Gardner, “for there is such a
variety of lovely trimmings, and I think the millinery
stores show more beautiful and more artistic flowers
and ribbons every year.” -
“I agree with you,” said Mrs. Harmon, “and yet
there is a richness about feathers that other things do
not have, and a good breast, or wing, or plume, is cer-
tainly much more durable than flowers and ribbon.”
After breakfast the ladies went upstairs again, and
Mrs. Harmon took the scissors and began to cut the
threads that held the birds in place. When she had
taken them off Rose put on the hat.
“Why, it looks very nice just as it is 1" exclaimed
Floy. --- 3.
“It does look better than I, thought it would,” said
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“A young girl always looks better simply dressed,” ..
yemarked Mrs. Gardner.
“Mamma, I think I’ll have mine taken off, too,”
said Floy.
“You have made one convert already, Rose,”
laughed her aunt.
“Really, when one stops to think of it, it does seem
strange, this wearing birds and insects on Our clothing.
If Floy or Rose should go into the garden or fields it
would be natural that they should adorn themselves
with rosebuds or daisies, but if they found a dead bird
or a living one they would scarcely make that use of
it.”
“That is very true,” said Mrs. Harmon, “but now
please consider what a fix I am in. Here are four
birds; the persons for whom I bought them throw them
back on my hands; the milliner will not take them
again —at least she will probably not be willing to
refund the money. If I wear them myself I am a slave
of the “barbaric past,’ besides setting a bad example;
if I give them away I lead my neighbor into the same
pitfall.” ---. ---
“I have heard of one lady who burned all she had,”
said Mrs. Gardner.
“Oh, I could never do that ' They are too beauti-
ful, and I am not sufficiently emancipated. I should
never do for an adventurer—I couldn’t burn my ships
behind me.”
About noon Mr. Hibbard sent his carriage to take
the young people to drive in Central Park. Miss Lyd-
132 HOLL YEHURST.
ston called for them, and Plummer drove. Reginald
went out to see him while the girls were donning their
wraps. |
“Ah, here's the Gray Knight !” he said, “and you
have found a pretty good match for him, too.”
“Very fair,” answered Plummer, “but not so good
as that horse of young Graham's ; Mr. Hibbard wanted
that bad.”
“I wish he had succeeded in getting him, for Robert
Graham is very hard on him. Papa says his best days
will soon be over.”
“I am very sorry for that. 'Tis about as fine a
horse as you often see.”
“You haven’t any check-rein on. Do you use one
now 2 ”
“Not at all. Mr. Hibbard says he shall never use
one again, now he knows how hard it is on a horse.
Of course his team don’t make quite the show that it
WOuld.”
“No,” assented Reginald, “not if you want to make
that kind of a show.”
“How's Lady getting on?” asked Plummer.
“Finely. She hasn’t run away yet, though she
came very near it once. It was rather strange, but
the day that Simpson moved his boat back we hap-
pened to meet him again.” -
“That boat was a bad business for her. Well, I
guess I’m better off without her This one is easy
and good-tempered—more like Knight.”
The girls came out and they all got in, and a merry
CHRISTMAS. 133
party they made as they whirled along through the
Park. Rose was surprised to find that it seemed so
much like the country.
“It is all the country that some New Yorkers ever
know,” said Miss Lydston.
They were all much interested in the handsome
equipages they met, and in the picturesque riders on
their well-groomed steeds, but the poor horses with
their heads reined up at an unnatural angle and their
tails docked into all degrees of shortness aroused their
compassion. -
“The humane societies are doing all they can to pre-
vent these things,” said Reginald, “but have not been
able to do it yet.”
“And in the meantime the horses suffer,” said Rose.
When they returned from the drive it was time to -
dress for dinner, and the Christmas goose, the mince
pies and the other dainty dishes were eaten with the
keen relish that waits on good digestion, heightened by
fresh air and exercise. As they sat over the coffee
Mrs. Harmon said : —
“Edward, I shall expect to hear next that you are a
vegetarian.” -
“Haven’t I done full justice to the goose and the
mince pie?’
“Yes, you have ; but with your ideas about animals
I should imagine that you might think we ought not to
kill them for eating.”
“Your imagination does not lead you far astray.”
“Do you think so now?”
134 HOLLYHURST.
“Theoretically, I believe I do ; practically, I am not
quite up to it yet.” -
“But vegetarianism has been tried, and has been
voted a failure.”
“There have been cases here and there, but the
world is evidently not ready for it yet. In the colder
regions of the earth men are compelled to live on some
form of animal diet—there is nothing else to eat—
but the vegetable products of the world are increasing
and extending over wider areas, and men are learning
to make more use of them.”
“There seems to have been an evolution of diet, if
one may so speak,” said Mr. Harmon. “Savage tribes
live mostly by hunting and fishing, but as they become
civilized they cultivate the earth and raise crops. Then
if you read history and follow the novelist you find the
knights and yeomen of old refreshing themselves with
great joints and immense meat pastries and flagons of
ale. There is not much said of lighter dishes, such as
we use now.”
“They hadn’t the materials,” responded the doctor,
“but now by the interchange of products between
country and country we have an astonishing variety,
and we shall doubtless use less and less meat.”
“French cookery is aiding in that result,” added
Mr. Harmon, “and we are also learning to use vegetable
oils—like olive oil, and cotton-seed oil, in the place of
animal fats.”
“But how could one ever get on without milk, and
butter, and eggs?” exclaimed Mrs. Harmon
CHRISTMAS. - 135
“One need not get on without them. The cows and
the hens will doubtless continue to contribute their
products as before, and the supplies may be larger
when we do not kill the source of the supplies.”
“Then you would not be so much a vegetarian as an
abstainer from flesh-eating.”
“That’s about it. Most of our pronounced vegeta-
rians have been extremists. And yet some of the
strongest men of the world—the porters and others
in Japan and India—eat no meat. Some of the
most athletic and hardy men I have ever seen came
from the poorer classes of Ireland, who had little if
any meat. I know a farmer in my town who is
now eighty-seven years old, and in almost perfect
health, who tells me he has eaten no meat for
about forty years. But so long as we continue to
eat meats, greater care should be taken in their
transportation and the methods of killing them. It
is a well-established fact that all severe suffering of
animals before dying, whether in transportation, in
slaughtering, in wounding by guns or steel traps, poi-
sons the meat, making it more or less dangerous to
those who eat it. I am told that old hunters often
refuse to eat the meats of deer that have been run and
worried by dogs, preferring that of animals that have
been killed instantly by still hunting, and good fisher-
men kill their fish as soon as taken from the water by
a sharp blow with Stick or stone on the back of the
head, because fish SO killed are found to be better than
those that die slowly.
136 HOLLYHURST.
“The same principle holds true in regard to the milk
of animals that have been ill-treated. Abuse of the
an?mal mother, like abuse of the human nother, poi-
80ms the milk, making it liable to produce sickness,
and sometimes even death.”
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[Extract from the annual address before the
Massachusetts Medical Society, by Dr. Henry J.
Bigelow, Professor of Surgery in Harvard Univer-
sity. Published in Our Dumb Animals, Jan., 1872. |
value to our race have of late years been eactorted
from the dreadful sufferings of dumb animals —
the cold-blooded cruelties now more and more
practised under the authority of science 1 The
| horrors of vivisection have supplanted the
solemnity, the thrilling fascination of the old
unetherized operation upon the human suf-
ferer.”
“How few facts of immediate considerable
--
“I have heard it said that “somebody must do this.' I
say it is needless. Nobody should do it. Watch the
students at a vivisection. It is the blood and Suffer-
ing, not the Science, that rivets their breathless
attention. If hospital service makes young students
less tender of suffering, vivisection deadens their
humanity and begets indifference to it.
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“The reaction which follows every excess will, in
time, bear indignantly upon this. Until then it is
dreadful to think how many poor animals will be sub-
jected to eaccruciating agony. A8 one medical college
after another becomes penetrated with the idea that vivi.
section is a part of modern teaching, and that, to hold
way with other institutions, they, too, must have their
vivisector, their mutilated dogs, their guinea-pigs, their
rabbits, their chamber of torture and of horrors to ad.
vertise as a laboratory.”
Was there a more eminent surgeon in Boston
or New England a few years ago than Dr.
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§§ works in that dread day, we would find mercy,
§ºzá remember that we will have to show the omni-
- potent Judge that during our lives on earth we
have shown Mercy to both man and beast.”
CHAPTER XXI.
A RACE WITH THE CARS.
R&FTER the family returned from New York
$4 there was little else to break the daily
routine through the winter. The children
Pºjº went to school regularly, and the “outside
members of the family,” as Reginald called them, gave
occupation and companionship. An Occasional sleigh-
ride or evening entertainment furnished variety. Life
was not exciting, but it was healthfully busy and
enjoyable.
“What has disturbed you, Reggie” said Mrs.
Gardner, one night, as they lingered about the tea-table
after the evening meal was over.
Reginald looked up at her.
“Something has disturbed me greatly, I own. I
went over to Brampton to-day, and came in from there -
to Fairmont on the steam cars. As I went to the
station to take the car I met Robert Graham driving
that fine gray horse of his. He had Miss North with
him. ‘Going home, Reggie ’’ he said. “Wish I had
another seat, I would take you in.”
“I thanked him, and said, ‘I am going to Fairmont
on the train, and shall meet Perez there; but if you
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138 HOLLYHURST.
One. This horse is such a splendid creature that I
should like very much to ride after him.’ -
“‘Is he not a beauty?” said Robert. “I will come
around and take you in some day.”
“‘He goes like the wind,” said Miss North. “I’ll
bet you an ice cream that we shall get to Fairmont as
soon as you do.’
“‘Oh !” I said, ‘No horse could do that.”
‘‘‘This horse can, can’t he, Mr. Graham º'
“‘It would be pretty hard on him,” said Robert,
laughing. He thought of course that she was in jest,
but she continued : — $
“‘This isn’t any common horse, and the cars don’t
go at full speed between Brampton and Fairmont. It
would be such fun to try. I should like to say that I
had ridden after a horse that could out-trot every other
On the road, and even keep up with an engine.’
“Robert did not answer, and then she said ' ' Let
us try it. Do you dare?’
“You know what a mettlesome fellow Robert is. He
flushed red, and his eyes flashed, but still he hesitated.
She flung her glove to him and said: “See, I throw
down my glove. Is there a knight to pick it up 2'
“Robert set his lips sternly. He did not look at
her, but he took up the glove and put it in his pocket.
The cars came up just then and I got in. As I did so,
Miss North called out to me : —
“‘We shall meet you in Fairmont.’
“For a part of the way the carriage road runs in
the same direction as the railway track, and can be
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easily seen from the car windows. Farther on it bends
to the left and is hidden from view. I watched them
as long as I could see them. Miss North evidently
enjoyed it. She kept waving her handkerchief to me
at intervals. Robert looked straight ahead and seemed
to fix his attention upon his driving, as indeed he had
to do, for he was constantly meeting other carriages
and teams. People turned to look after him; they
thought the horse was running away at first. The
passengers in the car watched him—one wondered if
that fellow were going for a doctor, and another if he
were driving on a wager.
“When he came to the bend in the road, Miss N orth
gave me a parting salute with her handkerchief, but
Robert did not turn his head. -
“We could not see them after that, but just as th
cars stopped at the Fairmont station, they drove by it.
The horse was breathing heavily, and his breast was
flecked with blood flying from his mouth and nostrils.”
There was silence about the table when Reginald
had finished; Dr. Gardner's face was burning with
white heat, fed by the fires of righteous indignation.
At last he spoke.
“When will young women learn to use the great
influence they have with men for good, and not for
eq97! ?”
“Miss North is so thoughtless,” said Mrs. Gard-
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Tianly Prowess (?)
Once, manly prowess wore a manly frame,
Muscles of steel, endurance firm and strong,
To meet the onslaught, heedless of the shock;
Dauntless and brave, to victory borne along,
A jockey cap, high boots with cruel spurs,
Speeding behind the scent of anise bag,
Or hare or fox pursued by well-trained curs
Or, manly prowess, when a poor greased pig
With limbs jerked out of joint, bipeds behind,
Who strive to catch it—in their country rig,
And their loud laugh “that speaks the vacant
mind.”
Or pent up pigeons, snared and kept at hand,
Half suffocated, dazed, that scarce can fly—
While outside stands a gaping, heartless band,
Counting the slaughtered victims as they die;
Or, manly prowess, when God’s image stands
Low and besotted 'mid a betting crowd :
All battered, swollen, maimed, with bloody
hands,
Pain, death, ignored, 'mid plaudits long and
loud 1
Shade of Olympia hide within thy tomb
Or say the World for nobler deeds has room
Now, manly prowess means a docked-tail mag—
like this shows heartlessness, not thoughtlessness
There is something fundamentally wrong with her.
I hope Robert Graham will not throw himself away
by making such a woman his wife.
is a miserable future in store for him.”
If he does, there
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Kindness of the Ancient
Greeks.
Perhaps of all ancient nations the Greeks
were the most merciful to animals: in fact
with them the laws of justice and mercy were
observed as a part of their mythological religion.
People endowed with such sacred attributes
could not be otherwise than great, and conse-
quently we read of their wonderful deeds of
| valor, and view the remains of their temples,
their cities, and the grandeur of their architect-
ure with less surprise than would be excited
did we not know the history of their nation.
An eloquent writer has observed :
“Death and torture formed no portion of
the daily pastimes of the Greeks; on the con-
itrary, they were sternly opposed to cruelty;
and One of the three laws or rather precepts of
Triptolemus was : “Hurt not animals.” A strik-
ing instance of their abhorrence of cruelty is
related by Phocius, who expatiates with delight
on the illustration it offers of Wisdom tempered
with an admirable spirit of humanity. The
Areopagitaes of Athens were famous for the
justice of their decisions. One day they were
assembled on a mountain, with no other roof
but the canopy of heaven. A sparrow, pursued
by a hawk, fled into the midst of them for
refuge; it took shelter in the bosom of one of
them, a man naturally of a harsh and repulsive
disposition, who, taking hold of the little
trembler, threw it from him with such violence
that it was killed on the spot. The whole
assembly was filled with indignation at the
cruelty of the deed; the author of it was
arraigned as an alien to that sentiment of mercy
so necessary to the administration of justice,
and by the unanimous suffrages of his colleagues
was degraded from the senatorial dignity which
he had so much disgraced. It was not only a
part of the education of the Greeks, but, as has
been before remarked, it was one of the tenets
Of their religion to inculcate a proper obser-
Vance of the rights Of animals. Although the
lives of their poets were ideal, their teachings
Were never false in principle, and their states-
men were always true to the cause of justice.
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weather. Though born in the North, he was yet a
true son of the South. He had stayed at Holly-
hurst through the winter. Dr. Gardner had told him
that he could not afford to pay him high wages, but if
he chose he could stay and be on hand for an increase
in the spring.
“Doctah's no hand to pay high wages,” he said to
Perez, “but then I find it comfºtable here. Miss
Gardner said I could have a little stove to put in my
room, and she’s a mighty good hand to fix cotton bats
for rheumatis. If 'twan’t for rheumatis I’d get along
fust rate. Ev'ry thing is lovely here but the climatic;
’tis powerful cold here in winter.”
“Cold is good for folks,” replied Perez; “braces 'em
up. Folks ain’t half so smart down South where it’s
always warm. In a good brisk morning like this I
feel as though I could do most anything.”
“I wa’n’t born that way,” answered Tim—a remark
which had a deeper basis of truth than he supposed.
But all the expectations and preparations for the
coming summer were rudely broken in upon by a blus-
tering and prolonged snow storm, such as is described
by Whittier in “Snow Bound.” For a day and a
night the wind rattled the casements and howled and
roared down the chimneys. The air was thick with
flying snow-flakes. They clung to the windows, mak-
ing it dark within ; they plastered the buildings until
they looked like huge drifts. Snow that had already
fallen whirled up in clouds to meet that descending
from above. Gradually the fences were covered, the
A MARCH SNOW STORM. 143
roads and pathways obliterated, the outlines of build-
ings became dim, then vanished altogether. Every-
thing seemed to be melting into one misty, whirling,
chaotic mass.
Mrs. Gardner did not like such storms. They filled
her with a kind of terror. She could sympathize with
Tim, who said :
“I can’t get about to do nothin’ in such mis’able
weather.”
The others seemed rather to enjoy it; only Rose
said :
“I am glad there are so many of us here, and that
everything is safe and comfortable. I hope none of
us will have to go anywhere until it is over.”
“I hope no one else is out,” said Mrs. Gardner.
“In case there should be we will leave the curtains up,
so that a friendly gleam may shine across the snow.
I suppose it can’t be seen far to-night, however.”
She had scarcely finished speaking when they heard
a knock at the door. Reginald started to go, but be-
fore he reached it the door opened. A man stood
there — a snow-man he seemed almost to be, so large
and white he loomed in the doorway. Reginald drew
him in-the flying flakes rushed after him, and a gust
of wind nearly put out the light.
“I’ve lost my way, and I’m beat out,” came in a
muffled voice from beneath a snow-crusted mustache.
Reginald brushed off a little of the show and was
about to take him into the sitting-room, but Dr. Gard-
ner came out and led the way into a cooler room.
144 HOLLYHURST.
The man seemed quite exhausted and sank into a
chair. Mrs. Gardner hastily made a cup of coffee and
gave him. This seemed to revive him, and he soon
became able to tell his story. He had started from
Fairmont with a two-horse team — had a load on. He
thought it was going to be a tough storm, but supposed
he could reach Ashbrook, for which place he was
bound, before it got very bad—surely pefore dark.
It come on so fast, however, and the snow drifted so,
that the horses could’nt get along. It grew dark, the
team stuck in a snow-drift, the horses became ex-
hausted and would go no further. Then he left them
and started out to find help ; had walked and walked;
thought he must have been bewildered and gone round
and round. At last, just as he was about discouraged
he thought he saw a sort of a yellow glimmer through
the snow. He steered for that, and so struck the
house, and none too soon ; thought he couldn’t have
stood it much longer.
“And the horses,” said Dr. Gardner; “they are
still in the snow-drift 2 ''
“I don't think they’ve gone far,” said the man, with
grim humor. “They could’nt run away if they tried.
If you'll lend me a lantern I'll try to look 'em up.”
“You will need help,” said the doctor. “I’ll go
with you.”
“And I’ll go too, papa,” said Reginald.
They put on their rubber coats and boots, their
storm caps drawn well down over their ears, their
thick gloves, and thus equipped started out, each
taking a Xantern.
A MARCH SNOJW STORM. 145
“Reggie, run ahead, if you can run in this snow,
and call for Perez,” said Mrs. Gardner, “I shall feel
easier about you if he goes, for he is a ‘host in
himself.’” -
Perez had, indeed, much of that quality of com-
bination of qualities which in New England is called
“grit.” It seems an accompaniment of her hard
and rocky soil. No assault of nature could daunt
IPerez — neither cold nor heat, nor frost nor Storm.
Reggie called for him as his mother suggested, and
he was soon ready, taking with him two shovels. Tim
was there sitting by the fire.
“Want I should go, too?” he asked.
“I guess four of us can look up two hosses,” said
Perez.
“Then I’ll stay here and look after Miss Sophrony.
Pr'ps Miss Gardner and Miss Rose will want someone
round, too.”
The search party floundered along, partially guided
by the man, sometimes striding over or through the
snow, sometimes digging a path before them as they
Went. -
At last they saw a huge mound rising before them.
It looked like another drift, but upon investigation
revealed a cart and a pair of horses. They brushed
away the snow, and after some labor unhitched the
stiffened horses, leaving the cart where it was. At
first the horses refused to go, but soon, encouraged by
human companionship and relieved of their load, they
were induced to start, and the whole party made the
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146 HOLLYHURST.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Gardner and Rose had not been
idle. They had made more coffee, and set out a lunch
for the men when they should return. Tim had been
over to see them, and they had sent him to mix a warm
mash for the horses. Everything was in readiness
upon their arrival, and a very hungry crowd they were.
Dr. Gardner's stable was full, for he had now in
addition to Don and Rebekah, Lady and the colt; but
Perez made a place for the horses in the shed, and
after rubbing them down he put blankets on them and
closed the doors—so they had a comfortable place.
Mrs. Gardner gave the man a room; and by midnight
all was quiet at Hollyhurst.
- - - -----------
Letter from Mr. DOWnes to Miss
Frances Power Cobbe.
-->
“Dear Madam—I have much pleasure in assent-
ing to your proposal to add my name to the free
list of Honorary Members of the Society for the
Protection of Animals from Vivisection. I had
no hesitation in signing the petition againt vivi-
section at Taunton, because I consider that in the
dark ages of ignorance and superstition the prac-
tice may possibly have been excusable, but that
with the increased knowledge of the causes of dis-
ease which we now possess, it is not only cruel
but totally unnecessary. l
I remain, dear Madam, yours very truly,
HENRY DOWNES, M. D.,
Deputy Inspector-General of Hospitals, H. P.”
| Tiverton, Devon, Eng., May 3d, 1884.
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In the Mosaic code of laws there are several
special commands by which mercy to animals
is enjoined. These divine commands, taken
with such passages of Scripture as inscribe
God's watchful care over all His creatures, ought
to give us higher views of our relation to the
animals that serve us, or are useful to us, and
ought to inspire us with more of that “Peace on
earth, good will to all,” which our all-merciful
and all-loving Saviour came to proclaim. Our
Divine Creator so far declares, his merciful
regard for the lower animals that in the cove-
nant with Noah they were specially mentioned,
and in the institution of the Sabbath they were
to share the advantage of rest from toil and
| labor on that holy day,
l “The charm of a man is his kindness”
(Bible).
The Camera Versus the Gun.
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The camera is a delightful companion for
a day’s wandering through the woods, and the
sportsman who goes out with one, as well as
with his gun, returns with less game, but with
pictures that instantly call to mind scenes of
pleasure. The camera secures the bird, but
deprives no innocent creature of its life. It is
true the hunter has no venison for dinner, but
he can always show the picture of the animal
whose life would, but for the camera, have been
sacrificed for the sake of sport.
“Open thy mouth for the dumb”.
(Proverbs 31–8).
EDITORS who receive these reprints
(the noble views of celebrated men) are
earnestly begged to preserve them with
care and to copy them, from time to
time, as often as possible, and from year
to year, (as all will well bear repeating)
thus forwarding a divine work and re-
form, and doing immeasurable good to
mankind and animals, to moral character
and property, for this and future ages.
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148 HOLLYHURST.
inaugurated a snow-ball frolic, he joined in it with very
evident delight. Even Perez had enough of the boy
left in him to roll up a few snow balls and send them
with hearty good will; they were hard ones, too, for
Perez put “wim " into everything that he did. He did
not indulge himself long, however, and stopped, with
the characteristic remark : —
“Well, I can’t be foolin’ round this way; I’ve got
better business.”
As soon as it became apparent that the storm was
really over, the scene outside became a lively one.
Roads and byways were to be cleared, and gangs of
men were soon out with shovels and teams and snow-
ploughs, digging through the heavy drifts, levelling the
smaller ones. Very soon the merry jingle of bells was
heard, and a few sleighs began to appear.
“A March snow storm does not make good sleigh-
ing, but it makes good crops,” is a country saying;
nevertheless, people will go sleighing whenever they
get the chance, if it is not of the best, and in March
one must make haste to do it, for the sun runs high,
and the snow will not last long.
The traveller of the previous night slept late, but no
one disturbed him, and he found a warm breakfast
awaiting him when he came down. He found also that
his horses had fared as well as himself, and had already
been fed.
“I was completely muddled last night,” he said,
‘‘I had no idea 'twas your place when I struck it.
I thought I was further on, but I steered for the light. I


AFTER THE STORM. 149
send whose ever place it is I must get in there if I can.
When the boy came to the door, and I saw his face I
thought I recognized him, and I said to myself if I’ve
struck Gardner’s we are all right. It’s a good place
for man and beast.”
After he had finished eating he took his horses, and
borrowing a shovel, went off to dig out his cart from
the drifts.
The little birds that had lingered in the woods
through the winter, cut off from their customary sup-
plies of food by the snow, came about the house in
flocks, and Rose scattered crumbs for them in all parts
of the yard, that she could herself reach. - The Waif
was strongly tempted to regard them in the light of
mice, and Rose had to stand guard Over her for some
time. Frisky, the cat, did not creep out of her warm
nest in the hay until long after noon. She probably
thought it more comfortable and respectable at her
age to sleep away the hours, rather than to wet her
feet—a thing she very much disliked to do, as her
kittens, Jerry and Job, were doing by playing with
the snow, or by watching for birds like the Waif.
Late in the afternoon Reginald took his mother and
Rose out for a sleigh ride. Lady Clare had not been
driven for two or three days. She was full of fire, and
the sound of the merry bells seemed to rouse her still
more. She flew over the snow, quite distancing all com-
petitors. Mrs. Gardner had some fears that she would
become excited by her own achievements, and not yield
to Reginald’s guidance, but after a short time she set-
150 HOLLYHURST.
tled down to a steady trot. It seemed like a gala day,
for every one was out, and they kept constantly
meeting friends.
There is usually one such storm in every March.
After it nature seems content to let winter depart, and
spring begins to hold sway — provided, indeed, that she
does not assume control in too hasty or too aggressive
a manner. In that case she is likely to be confronted
with another proof that the deposed season has not
quite lost its grip. Gradually the snow evaporated, or
mingling with the soil, melted into mud, making its
last state worse than its first.
Driving was hard and walking worse, and Reginald
began to ride Lady in to school, leaving her at a stable
near by until he was ready to return in the afternoon.
The boys were quite envious; many of them rode bicy-
cles, but bicycles are hard to manage on muddy roads,
and a handsome horse is decidedly more attractive.
Mounted on Lady Clare, with Duke bounding by his
side, Reginald felt himself to be indeed a fortunate and
happy boy. - - - -
How Rabies are Manufactured
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Recipe
Malice * Imbecility ||
Cowardice | aa. Equal Parts | Ignorance
Nervousness Imagination
| Dog hatred, add quantum sufficit.
Shake the ingredients well up, look intently |
and constantly at the mixture, Carefully scan the
{ Columns of the daily press for Hydrophobia
announcements and imagine every playful, lost,
sick or worried dog that is at liberty out of doors
is in the frenzied stage of “rabies.”
(Woodroffe Hill of England, Fellow of the Jēoyal
College of Veterinary Surgeons) - . . . .
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One feels when reading an account of the
horrors perpetrated in the vivisectionist’s labo-
ratories that if those experimentalists would
leave the lower animals (as they are called)
alone and would vivisect each other, society and
science would be all the better for the change,
and what is now sickening literature, and noth-
ing else, would become in the hands of a graphic
chronicler as interesting as the account of a
trial for murder in France or a description of a
Chinese execution. (English paper)

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our country—a passion which should be met and
be eliminated more perfectly from the human
heart. It was the disgrace of the past; it is the
DEEPER INFAMY of the present because the cul-
ture Of the race has moved forward Since the
times Of Nero and Catherine de Medici.
The Angel of Mercy passeth by on the
other side and hath no tears to shed when
the cruel man dies. ; :
No. 9 (oveit)

CHAPTER XXIV.
DUECE .
sºl EGINALD, can you go over to Enderly and
# do an errand for me?” asked Dr. Gardner.
one Saturday morning.
“Do you wish me to go now 2°
“Yes, if you can. Anything to prevent?”
“Nothing special. Lady has a loose shoe, and I
was about to take her to the blackSmith’s ; but I can
do it later.”
“I wish you would. I want to get Morris Arnold’s
name on this paper. Look him up, please, and ask
him to sign it.”
“I suppose Perez is using Don’’’
‘‘I think he is.”
“It is a fine morning ; I’ll walk.” .
Reginald went out, and calling Duke, started for
Enderly. It was April. The New England spring is
apt to be miserly of her charms, but when she does
deign to grant a fine day it is very lovely. The air
was soft and sweet, green grass was fringing the road-
sides and lending a tinge of color to lawn and hill-top,
the sky with its ever shifting clouds flecking the blue
expanse was a dream of beauty. Creamy, and dove-
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152 HOLLYHURST.
colored, and deepest steely gray, they floated hither
and thither, or massed themselves in great banks, soon
to disperse and form again into new combinations.
Reginald and Duke went briskly and joyfully on.
Both seemed to be in sympathy with nature's awaken-
ing—both were rejoicing in exuberant life. Duke made
more extra trips and side dashes into lanes and open
gateways than was quite consistent with his usual
dignity—but they were brief ones; he never voluntarily
remained long away from his young master’s side.
“Duke,” said Reginald, “I think you and I must
take a walking trip this summer. What do you think
of the plan?”
Reginald had a way of talking to Duke when they
were alone as though he were a person, and Duke
would wag his tail and look up with a serious expression
in his fine eyes, as though he understood every word.
“Where do you think we would better go?” continued
Reginald. “Shall we go to the White Mountains and
climb those steep hills and look off over a wide, wide
sweep of valleys, or shall we travel across the country
and visit the towns and villages that come in our way,
and put up at houses in the outskirts, where they will
let you sleep at the foot of my bed, or shall we go
down to the seashore and have larks in the water and
rescue girls from drowning? Which shall it be, Duke 7"
The dog gave a bound ahead, then turned, and look-
ing confidingly at Reginald, seemed to say: “Do
whichever you please. Any plan that suits you will
suit me. I know it will be jolly, anyhow.”
DUICE. 153
Reginald did his errand, and in order to gain a little
time returned by a foot-path “across lots.” This
path led down to the railway and beyond it, and as he
came out of the woods into the open field he heard the
whistle of an engine. A moment later he was horrified
...to behold two small children playing, apparently uncon-
cerned, on the track below. On account of a long
curve in the road, they could not be seen from the
approaching train.
For an instant Reginald was dazed. He knew not
what to do. He felt quite sure that he could not reach
them soon enough to save them. He did not think the
train-men would discover them in season to stop the
engine. Was there any way of escape? Duke was
swift and sure-footed—in him lay a hope.
“Duke, do you see?” he said, pointing to the chil-
dren. “Can you save them f°
Duke sprang forward, and with one bound was
away. Reginald watched him with eyes ablaze, though
he was at the same time running and waving his hat,
hoping to attract attention the moment the train
rounded the curve.
He saw Duke seize one child and set it down in safety
—the other child, frightened, ran to the other side of
the track. There was a flash—a roar—a cloud of
smoke—a shrill whistle—a hiss of steam, and as the
train went flying past him he saw both Duke and the
Ghildren standing unhurt by the side of the track.
“Good Duke 1 Noble Duke l’” said Reginald, and
Duke wagged his tail and looked up to his master with
loving eyes, beaming with affection.
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154 HOLLYHURST.
That evening, when the family were around the sup-
per table, Reginald told the story of the day, and
Duke, with earnest and intelligent face, listened. It
was a happy evening for all. -
The later history of the Gardner family we must
save for another volume, feeling fully assured that
Duke will never leave them until his final separation,
and that when that day, which we hope may be far
distant, shall come, he will be buried by loving hands
On the green hillside, under a spreading maple at
Hollyhurst; and a little stone, with the word “Duke”
upon it, will be erected to his memory.
If to all human beings is given immortality, who cam
say that the crown of immortal life may not also be given
to him 2
What is the object of the Bands of Mercy?
I answer: To teach and lead every child and older person
to seize every opportunity to say a kind word, or do a kind
act that will make some other human being or some dumb

creature happier.
GEORGE. T. ANGELL.
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... WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY HOVMAAVE
EDUCATION, MR. ANGELL’”
I answer. w
(1.) That which tells the ill effects on human beings, of the ill treat-
ment of dumb animals — how it poisons meats and milk — how even Jºsh,
killed mercifully as soon as they are caught, are better and more whole-
some food than those that suffer before they die — how important insect
eating birds are to agriculture — how important that they and their nests
be protected.
(2.) That which teaches how animals should be cared for — as to tight
check reins, blinders, docking, proper food, rest, protection from the
weather, exercise, Áind words, and a merciful death.
(3.) But infinitely more important, that which
tends to prevent all cruelty, both to our own and the lower
7" (ZC&S.
(4.) Through over sixty years of my own life I can remember the
songs and stories of my boyhood. They have influenced my whole life.
(5.) While all the other American Colonies were at war with the
Indians, the Colony founded by William Penn rested in perfect peace.
(6.) In 187S I called upon President Hayes, at Washington, to ask him
to put in his annual message to Congress something in regard to the
cruel transportation of animals. He said: “When I was at school Y once
/heard a sermon in regard to animals, which I have never forgotten ‘’, and
Že put into his message to Congress almost verbazim what I wrote.
(7.) In 1875 I addressed the Faculty and students of Dartmouth Col-
lege, on the relation of anima/s 4/, at can speak to those 4/, at are dumö.
In ISS5, ten years later, at the close of an address to the Faculty and
students of a university in New Orleans, a gentleman rose in the audi-
ence and said: “Some ten years ago I was a student in Dartmouth Col.
Jege, z/en Mr. Avige// gave an address there on this subject. I had never
thought of it before. Hºhen I left college no one thought zvas more
strongly infºrcssed on my mind than that of my duty to the Wozver ani-
mals.” He was the superintendent of the public schools of Minneapolis.
(S.) In 1870 and ’71 I spent about six months, and about six hundred
dollars, founding, at Chicago, the I//inois Humane Society. Although
every daily paper in the city helped me, and printed columns I wrote, I
should have failed to raise the necessary funds but for one man who had
been taught, when a little boy in New Hampshire, kindness to animals. In
the great stock yards of Chicago alone millions of dumb animals are nozo
properly fed and watered, and largely protected from cruelty every year,
because that Zittle boy was taught Kindness to animals.
Fathers may be cruel, mothers may be cruel, brothers and sisters may
be cruel. It may be impossible in many instances to teach kindness
through them. But even in the homes of crime, hearts may be made more
tender by kind acts and words for the dumb creatures that always return
Zove for love. - GEO. T. ANGELL.
What is Overloading a Horse, and How
Proved 2
BY GEORGE T. ANGELL,
*resident of the American Humane Education Society, the Massachusetts
Society for the Prez'ezution of Crize/ty to Azzimals, and the Parezuſ:
A merican Bazd of Mercy, 19 MILK STREET, Boston.
The following, taken from “Aishop on Statutory Crimes,” edi-
tion of 1873, page 689, is believed to be sound law, the world
over, on the above subject.
It was written by Mr. Angell in reviewing a decision of a
Massachusetts Court in 1868, that there was no cruelty because
other horses of the same weight were able to draw the load in
question. It was the first and last decision of the Kind ever rem-
dered in Massachusetts.
“Must an animal be worked until he breaks a blood vessel or
drops dead, before the law takes cognizance 2 Is the horse to
be strained, or worked to the extreme limit of his strength, be-
fore such straining or working becomes a cruelty (that is, before
the act of his master becomes “overloading')? Can an ex-
pert, or any number of experts, say what is the limit of strength
or endurance of any horse, simply by knowing his weight? It
seems to me that these questions can be easily answered.
Horses, like men, are of different ages, constitutions, tempera-
ments, formation, and degrees of strength. One horse, just like
one man, may be twice as fast, twice as tough, twice as strong,
as another of precisely the same weight; and, inasmuch as horses,
like men, are liable to a great variety of sicknesses, and suffer,
just like men, from previous overworking and from heat, want
of proper rest, food, water, shelter, and care, it follows that the
same horse, like the same man, may be able to perform without
injury more labor in one day than another.
“Can a thousand experts prove that all men of a given weight
or size are equally competent, on every day of the year, to per-
form a given labor? Can their testimony establish how much
load a man of given weight should carry, and how far he should
carry it on a given day, without regard to whether the man is old
or young, sick or well, strong or weak, tough or tender, already
tired or rested, full-fed or starved, or the day hot or cold 2 And
does not precisely the same reason apply to the horse,_ that
what one horse caſt do one day has no force in showing what an-
other ought to do on another day, unless you show the weather,
age, strength, toughness, and bodily condition of the two to
be precisely similar 2 I say, then, that it is just as impossible
for any number of experts, knowing only the weight or size of a
horse and nothing of his age, health, strength, toughness, and
bodily condition, to establish what is, or is not, overloading
Overloading a Horse (concluded).
him, as it would be, knowing only the size or weight of a man,
and nothing of his age, health, strength, toughness, or bodily
condition, to establish what is or is not an overload for him.
“How, then, are we to determine when a horse is overloaded?
Just exactly and precisely as we determine when a man is over-
loaded. First, we are to take his own evidence. If a man stops
and says, “I am overloaded, I am working too hard, I feel that
the task put upon me is too heavy,' that is evidence. So when
the horse, ordinarily kind and willing to pull, comes with a
heavy load to a rise of land and, after one or two efforts, stops
and says, as plainly as words can speak it, “I am overloaded, I
am working too hard, I feel that the task put upon me is too
heavy,’ that is evidence; and there is no court or jury, or man
with the heart of a man, who will not recognize it as such. Be-
sides, the signs of overwork are just as visible in the horse as
the man. No magistrate or juror would have any difficulty in
deciding in his own mind whether a case to which his attention
might be attracted in our public streets was or was not a case of
cruelty.
“Is not, then, the testimony of competent, intelligent, and
credible bystanders, who see how the horse looks and acts, and
his bodily condition, health, and capability to perform the labor
required, the best evidence that can possibly be obtained 2
Where can you get better? And when disinterested and intel-
ligent witnesses, who are present and see and hear all that is
said and done in a given case, voluntarily leave their ordinary
avocations and come into court to testify that they are fully sat-
isfied that the case is a clear case of cruelty, can such evidence
be overbalanced by that of any number of experts who are not
present, see nothing that occurs, know nothing of the age,
health, strength, or bodily condition of the horse at the time,
and who base their calculations simply upon the avoirdupois
weight of the animal? /ć is Žerfectly evident, then, Z say, that the
Aighest and best evidence which any court or jury can ask or pos-
sibly obtain in a case of overloading, overworking, or overdriv-
ing, is the evidence of the horse himself, as interpreted by those
present when the cruelty is inflicted.
“Cruelty begins very far short of taking the extreme strength
of the animal. God has given to men and animals an excess of
strength, to be husbanded carefully and used occasionally. But
to task that strength to its full limit unnecessarily is against na-
ture, breaks down the man or the animal before his or its time,
and is a cruelty against which men, having speech and reason,
may protect themselves, but against which anima/s, having neither
speech nor reason like men, must look to them for protection.”
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Extract from Address of Mr. Angell to the
Annual Meeting of “The American Social
Science Association,” in New York City,
May 21, 1874.
EASY TO INTEREST CHILDREN.
“It is very easy to enlist the sympathies of children in the
animal world. Take, for instance, the history and habits
of birds: show how wonderfully they are created; how kind
to their young; how useful to agriculture; what power
they have in flight. The swallow that flies sixty miles an
hour, or the frigate bird which, in the words of Audubon,
‘flies with the velocity of a meteor,’ and, according to Mi-
chelet, can float at an elevation of ten thousand feet, and
cross the tropical Atlantic Ocean in a single night; or those
birds of beauty and of song, the oriole, the linnet, the lark,
and, Sweetest of all, the nightingale, whose voice caused
one of old to exclaim, ‘Lord, what music hast thou pro-
vided for saints in heaven, when thou hast afforded such
music for men on earth P’
“Or, take that wonderful beast of the desert, the camel,
which, nourished by its own humps of fat, and carrying its
own reservoirs of water, pursues it toilsome way across
pathless deserts for the comfort and convenience of man.
“As if not easy to carry up the minds and hearts of c/i/-
aren by thoughts /i/e these from the creature to the inft-
nitely wise, good, and powerful Creator 2
“I believe there is a great defect in our systems of edu-
cation. I believe that in our public schools it is quite as
possible to develop the heart as the intellect, and that when
this is required and done, we shall not only have higher
protection for dumb creatures, and so increased length of
human life, but also human life better developed and better
worth living. I believe that the future student of Ameri-
can history will wonder, that in the public schools of a free
government whose very existence depended upon public
integrity and morals, so much attention should have been
paid to the cultivation of the intellect, and so little to the
cultivation of the heart.” -
Extract from Address of Mr. Angell before /
the “International Congress of Educators,” A.
at New Orleans, Louisiana, Feb. 26, 1885.
“The wonderful growth of societies for the prevention
of cruelty to animals is a subject with which probably some
of you are familiar; how they have stretched out their pro-
tecting arms, not only in this country, but in Europe, Asia,
Africa, and many islands of various Oceans, numbering
among their members many of the noblest, best, and most
illustrious of the world's citizens. In England the Royal
Society is under the patronage of the Queen, and its Presi-
dent a member of the Queen's Privy Council.
“The first audience I had the pleasure of addressing
there some years ago was presided over by one of the
most learned men in England, the Lord Bishop of Glouces-
ter and Bristol, and the gentleman who moved the vote of
thanks was Field Marshal Sir John Burgoyne, very near
the head of the British army; the second was at the house
of the Baroness Burdett-Coutts — probably, next to the
Queen, the most highly respected woman in England.
“In France, Germany, and elsewhere, wherever I have
traveled in Europe, I have found the same. One German
Society numbers among its members twenty-three generals
and over two hundred officers of the German army.
“In my own State of Massachusetts, I think that no
charitable society of the State has on its roll of officers and
members more distinguished and influential names than
the Al/assachusetts Society for Z/e Arezeviſion of Cruelty
to 4 ſtimals. I think that no society in the State is better
known, or more popular.
“But, in the limited period allotted me, one thing. I do
have time to tell you; and that is, that we long ago found
that the great remedy for all these wrongs lies, not in Zazys
and Arose zºng officers, but in the public and prizate
schools : that a thousand cases of crue/y can be prevented
&y &nd word's and /º/mane education, for ezery one that
can be Arczewuſed by Arosecution.”
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Annual Meeting of “The National Associ—
ation of Superintendents of Public Schools,”
at Washington, D.C., Feb. 14, 1884.
“Nearly all the criminals of the future, the thieves,
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burglars, incendiaries, and murderers, are now in our
public schools, and with them the greater criminals who
commit national crimes. They are in our public schools
now, and we are educating them. We can mould them
now if we will. To illustrate the power of education: We
know that we can make the same boy Protestant, Roman
Catholic, or Mohammedan. It is simply a question of
education. We may put into his little hands, as first
toys, whips, guns, and swords, or may teach him, as the
Quakers do, that war and cruelty are crimes. We may
teach him to shoot the little song-bird in springtime, with
its nest full of young, or we may teach him to feed the
bird and spare its nest. We may go into the schools now
with book, picture, song, and story, and make neglected
boys merciful, or we may let them drift, until, as men,
they become sufficiently lawless and cruel to throw our
railway trains off the track, place dynamite under our
dwelling houses or public buildings, assassinate our Pres-
ident, burn half our city, or involve the nation in civil war.
“As it not largely, if not wholly, a guestion of education 2
“I am sometimes asked, “Why do you spend so much
of your time and money in talking about Kindness to ani-
mals, when there is so much cruelty to men 2 And I
answer, ‘Z am working at f/ie roofs.” Every humane pub-
lication, every lecture, every step, in doing or teaching
kindness to them, is a step to prevent crime — a step in
promoting the growth of those qualities of heart which
will elevate human souls, even in the dens of sil, and
shame, and prepare the way for the coming of peace on
earth and good will to men.
Mr. Angell's Address (concluded).
“There are hundreds of thousands of parents among
the depraved and criminal classes of this country whom
no child can be taught to love, or ought to be. There
are hundreds of thousands of homes where the name of
the Almighty is never heard, except in words of blas-
phemy. But there is not a child in one of those homes
that may not be taught in our public schools to feed the
birds and £at the horses, and enjoy making happy all
/armless creatures it meets on the street, and so be doing
acts of #indness forty times a day, which will make it not
only happier, but better, and more merciful in all the rela-
tions of life. -
“Standing before you as the advocate of the lower races,
I declare what I believe cannot be gainsaid — that just so
soon and so far as we pour into all our schools the songs,
poems, and literature of mercy towards these lower crea-
tures, just so soon and so far shall we reach the roofs not
only of cruelty but of crime.”
assº-mº
Mr. Richards introduced the following, which was
adopted:—
“Aesolved, That we heartily approve of the “American
Bands of Mercy,” and welcome their introduction into the
£ublic schools of our country to aid in the moral education
of our people.”
In the winter of 1885-6, by unanimous vote of the Bostom
Schoo! Committee, Mr. Angell addressed the sixty-one
large Normal, Latin, High, and Grammar Schools of Bos-
ton one hour each. In March, 1887, by unanimous vote
of the School Committee, he caused about sixty thousand
copies of the Massachusetts Society's humane publica-
tions to be distributed to the pupils of the Boston Public
Schools.
Founders of American Band of Mercy.
GEORGE T. ANGELL AND REv. THOMAS TIMMINS.
Officers of Parent American Band of Mercy.
GEORGE T. ANGELL, President;
JOSEPH L. STEVENS, Secretary.
Over Thirty Thousand branches of the Parent American Band of Mercy
have been formed, with towards two million members,
They are in every State and every Territory
except Alaska.
PLEDGE.
“I will try to be kind to all harmless living Creatures,
and try to protect them from cruel usage.”
Any Band of Mercy member who wishes can cross out the word harmless
from his or her pledge. M. S. P. C. A. on our badges mean “Aſerciful Soci-
ety Prevention of Cruelty to A //.”
We send without cost, to every person asking, a copy of “Band
of Mercy” information and other publications.
Also, without cost, to every person who writes that he or she
has formed a “Band of Mercy” by obtaining the signatures of
Shirty adults or children or both — either signed, or authorized
ſo be signed—to the pledge, also the name chosen for the “Band,”
and the name and post-office address [town and state] of the AE’res-
idezzł.
1. Our monthly paper, “OUR DUMB ANIMALS,” full of inter-
esting stories and pictures, for one year.

American Band of Mercy (concluded ).
2. Copy of Band of Mercy Songs.
3. Twelve Zessons on A indness to Animals, containing many
anecdotes.
4. Eight Humane Leaflets, containing pictures and one hun-
dred selected stories and poems.
5. For the President, an imitation gold badge.
The head officers of Juvenile 7 emperance Associations and
teachers and Sunday-school teachers should be Presidents of
Bands of Mercy.
Nothing is required to be a menber, but to sign the pledge or
authorize it to be signed.
Any intelligent boy or girl fourteen years old can form a
Band with no cost, and receive what we offer, as before stated.
To those who wish badges, song and hymn books, cards of
membership, and a membership book for each band, the prices
are, for badges, gold or silver imitation, eight cents; ribbon,
four cents; song and hymn books, with fifty-two songs and
hymns, two cents; cards of membership, two cents; and mem-
bership book, eight cents. The “Twelve Lessons on Kindness
to Animals” cost only two cents for the whole, bound together
in one pamphlet. The Humane Leaflets cost twenty-five cents
a hundred, or eight for five cents.
A GOOff Oſièſ Of EXBICSEs for Band Of MBT) MBEtings.
Sing Band of Mercy song or Hymn, and repeat the Pledge together.
[See Melodies.]
2. Remarks by President, and reading of Report of last Meeting by Secre-
º Readings, Recitations, “Memory Gems,” and Anecdotes of good and
noble sayings, and deeds done to both human and dumb creatures, with vocal
and instrumental music.
4. Sing Band of Mercy song or hymn.
A brief address. Members may then tell what they have done to make
human and dumb creatures happier and better.
6. Enrollment of new members.
7. Sing Band of Mercy song or hymn.
Everybody, old or young, who wants to do a kind act, to make the
world happier or better, is invited to address, by letter or postal,
GEORGE T. ANGELL,
President of the American Humza7te Education Society, the Massachusetts
Society for the Prezention of Cruelty to Azzimals, and the Parent
A merican Band of Mercy, 19 MILK STREET, Boston.
s
ANGELL PRIZE CONTES T.S.
A Splend id way to raise money in schools,
churches, Sunday-schools, or elsewhere
for any object preferred.
ANGELL PRIZE CONTESTS IN HUMANE SPEAKING.
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We have beautiful sterling silver medals, of which this
cut shows the size and face inscriptions.
On the back is inscribed, “The American Humane
Education Society.”
We sell them at one dollar each, which is just what we
pay for them by the hundred.
Each is in a box on red velvet, and we make no charge
for postage when sent by mail.
The plan is this : Some large church or public hall is
Secured, several schools or Sunday-schools are invited to
send their best speaker or reciter to compete for the
prize medal; some prominent citizen presides; other
prominent citizens act as the committee of award, and a
small admission fee, ten or twenty cents, pays all the

costs and leaves a handsome balance for the local humane
society or “Band of Mercy,” or school or Sunday-school or
church or library or any other object preferred.
It is a splendid and easy way to raise money.
We have a book of 192 pages describing the plan and
containing beautiful selections to be used by the speakers
and reciters in these contests, which our “American
Humane Education Society,” sends to those who are going
to contest, on receipt of six cents in postage stamps to
pay postage; and to all others for sixteen cents in postage
stamps, which is precisely what they cost us with postage.
Every school taking part wants to attend, so do parents
and friends; good music is added, and a full audience is
insured, and a very enthusiastic ome, for every school of
course cheers its champion, and, for a week after, the
merits of what was said and how it was said will be dis-
cussed, not only by children but by parents.
These prize contests have been already recommended
by the Master of the National Gºrange, for all the Granges
of our country — also by the National Superintendent of
the Department of Mercy of the W. C. T. U., to be
adopted by that organization all over the country, and
they have attracted notice from the press as far off as
London and Australia.
We have already considerable orders for both books
and medals, and on our table are interesting accounts of
their success, at one of which, in Cleveland, Ohio, the
Mayor of the city presided.
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OUR DUMB ANIMALS.
Month/y Organ of the American Humane Education
Society and the Massachusetts Society for the
A revention of Cruelty to Animals.
What the Press say about it, A Few from Hundreds of Recent Notices,
1. All who sympathize with kindness will be delighted with a copy of
Our Dumb Animals. , No more entertaining, or more useful reading can
be put into the hands of children. The pictures are as good as the
text. — Mezv 1 ork Tribune.
2. Always a welcome guest to our editorial table. — Bangor Daily
Commercial.
3. Attractive sheet—should be in every household. – Augusta Age.
4. Illustrated and attractive monthly. — Sºringfield Republican.
5. Admirable publication. — Burlington Hazyżeye.
6. A beautiful paper. — Southern Cultivator (Atlanta, Ga.).
7. Its attractive pictures catch the eye, and its short pathetic stories
touch the hearts of readers, young and old. — Zion's Herald (Boston),
8. Excellent monthly, always readable, and its anecdotes and stories
always point a wholesome moral. — Boston Times. -
9. It is a pleasure to call attention to Our Dumb Animals. It is suit-
able for children and adults, the home, and the Sunday-school. — The
Beacon (Boston).
Io. Full of entertaining reading. — Boston Pilot.
11. No journal more cleverly conducted ever pleaded a worthy cause.
— Lyceum (Washington, D. C.).
12. Worth five times its price, and should be found in every home. —
West Virginia Argus.
13. Its every page is animated by a loving spirit, which makes it inval-
uable in a family where there are children. — Daily Hera/d (Norris-
town, Pa.).
14. It should be on every library table. — Germantown (Pa.). Gazette.
15. Publication in every way worthy of encouragement. — Baltimore
AVezvs.
16. We advise every parent and teacher to send for it. We do not
know of any other publication so full of things to keep the hearts of the
young tender towards all that breath. — School Education (St. Paul and
Minneapolis).
17. One of the most interesting exchanges that come to our table. —
Cał/ho/ic R7-ight (Cleveland, Ohio).
18. Of all the publications which reach this office, Our Dumb Animals,
of Boston, is the one which inspires the purest and tenderest thoughts. –
The Putnam (West Virginia) /9emocrat.
For prices see last cover.
TEACHIEES AND CANVASSERS.
Teachers can have “Cur Dumb Animals” one year for
twenty-five cents.
Canvassers can have sample copies free, and retain one half
of every fifty cent subscription. Address,
GEORGE T. ANGELL,
President of the American Humane Education Society, the Massachusettº
Society for the Prezention of Cruelty to Animals, and the Parent
Americazz Band of Mercy, 19 MILK STREET, BOSTON.
* Humane Publications.
Th9%llo
wing Publications of the Massachusetts Society
For ſhe PREVENTION OF CRUELTY to ANIMALs can be obtained sº |
at #6 offices or those of the AMERICAN Humane Education
Softiery, 19 Milk Street, Boston, at the following cost prices, º,
utobiographical Sketches and Recollections, by Geo. T. Angell, 6 cents A
each at office, or 10 cents mailed; or cloth bound, 20 cents at office, and ‘’’
25 cents mailed. - - - -, . . . .” s
|Address to Boston Public Schools, by Geo. T. Angell, . . . $2.00 per Ioo :
Humane Leaflets, Nos. 1 to 8, by Geo. T. Angell. T * . . . . . . . . . . . - 1.
Eight of either No. or Nos. as wanted, 5 cents; twenty-four for
rocents: one hun-
º: cents, post-paid. - -
| Twelve Lessons on Kindness to Animals, by George T. Angell, at . -
*2 cents for the whole twelve bound together, or . . . . . . $2.ooper zoo
Care of Horses . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . • - - - -45 ° is
Cattle Transportation, by George T. Angell . . . . . . . . . . . to *
Protection of Animals, by George T. Angell . . . . . . . . . . . 1.5o * º
Five Questions Answered, by George T. An • - - - - - - -50 * *
The Check-Rein, by George T. Angell . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .60 * º
Band of Mercy Information, By George T. Angell . . . . . . . . .oo “ %. l
How to Kill Animals Humanely, by Dr. D. D. Slade . . . . . g.o.o. "
Service of Mercy, Selections from Scripture, etc. . . . . . . . .65 ° •
Bird Leaflet, by George T. Angell . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .25 “ .
Fifty-two Band of Mercy Songs and Hymns, book form, a cents for - ºº
the whole, or - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2ao “ } |
Band of Mercy Register, 8 cents; badges, 8 cents, . . . . .
Band of Mercy Cards of Membership, 2 cents each. -
CoNDENSED INFORMATION, an eight-page º: by º: T. Angell. ºf |
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all necessary for forming Societies for t
Prevention of Cruelty to Animals,
Bands of Mercy...This, as well as the Address of Mr. Angell to the National Con-
send without cost to every one asking.
vention of the Woman's Christian Temperance Union, at Nashville, Tenn., we &
The above can be had in smaller numbers at the same rates.
0ur Dumb Animals. -
Full of Stories and Pictures, is published on the first Tuesday of each ---
month by the MAssachusetts Society For THE Prevention of
CRUELTY TO ANIMALS.
Terms: Single copies, per annum, socents; forfourcopies and below ten, ascents;
Active Annual
receive “Our Dumb Animals” and other publications free.
for ten and below twenty-five copies, 49 cents; for twenty-five and below fifty, 35
cents; for fifty and below one hundred, 30 cents; and for one hundred, and more
copies, 25 cents each, in advance. Postage free to all parts of the United
- States. -
* - Articles for the paper and subscriptions may be sent to the º
Editor, Goddard Building, 19 Milk Street, corner Hawley, Boston.
Rares of MEMBERship of American Humane Education Society.
Active Life. . . . . . • $100,oo Associate Annual . . • - $soo
Associate Life • e e
io.ool Branch. • * : * is
. • 5o.oo | Children's - - - - . . : º . . . oo s
e. , tº • - - • . 1.oo . . . "
All members of the AMERICAN Humane Education Society ,
Offices of the Society.
GoDDARD Building, 19 Milk STREET,
Corner Bawley Street, Boston.










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