ï~~DOGO-GRAPHRY.
THE LIFE AND ADVENTURES
OF THE
CELEBRATED DOG TIGER,
COMPRISING
A VARIETY OF AMUSING AND INSTRUCTIVE EXAMPLES, ILLUSTRAT
OF THE HAPPY EFFECTS OF THE APPROPRIATE TRAINING
AND EDUCATION OF DOGS,
BY FRANCIS BUTLER,
Author of the ' Spanish Teacher" and FYrench Speaker." Teacher and
Translator of Languages; 205 Water-street. New-York.

"Go, get thee hence, and find my dog again."
SiAxsPrAsa.
"T'is sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark
Bay deep-mouthed welcome, as we draw near home."
Bmaox.
STEREOTYPE EDITION.
NEW-YORK:
PUBLISHED BY FRANCIS BUTLER, 205 WATER-STREET,
AND BOLD BY ALL BOOKSELLERS.
1856.




ï~~Entered according to- Act of Congress in the year 1856, by
FRANCIS BUTLER,
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States
for the Southern District of New-York.
Pmni~w at D. FANSK&w,
85 Ann-st. cor. Nassau.




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CONTENTS.

Preface,.....   Pag
Introduction,...
CaerzaR    1.-Tiger's father,............
"   2.-Tiger introduces us to his mother,....
3.-Tiger's birth-place and brethren,...
4.-Tiger torn from his mother.-His first trials,...-Tiger is sold for eighteen-pence,..
S6.-Tiger's first adventure with a King Charles' SpanieLGets into disgrace, and is put out to board,.
7.-Tiger's new mistress.-Introduction to her boardereCharacteristics of T'ripey and her husband Sam,
8.-Tiger greatly annoyed and irritated by Johnny the
monkey.-Becomes intimate with dog Truffle, and
Tom, the cat...........
S   9.-Tiger's early lessons with the cat, monkey, and Trnfliq,
S  10.-Tripey's peculiar method of instructing her pupils,
"     11.-Tiger restored to his master.-Sorrowful parting~o~
Tripey, etc.............      -
12.-Tiger's ears are cut off. - Becomes friendly with
Charley,...
13.-Gradual development of Tiger's sagacity and discernment,.............
14.-Old Sam sells Tiger for two shillings-Tiger is takes
to Bristol, and fights the renowned stump-tailedl
bull-dog, Grab,......

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CHArPTr    15.-Tiger's reflections after his victory.-Is compelled to
slaughter a tom'cat,  6........          3
S  16.-Tiger escapes from the rag-man, and reaches home in
safety,..............            36
"  17.-Tiger's wonderful patience in rat-catching,..     37
"  18.-Tiger's hunting excursions with      the greyhound
Fleet.-His absence accounted for,..          39
"     19.-Tiger, in his most serious moments, can neither forget nor forgive Johnny,.....     41
'     20-Tiger catches a thief, and proves himself a trustworthy
guard,.............       44
"     21.-Tiger accompanies his master, with Ponto and Manso,
in his shooting excursions,.....            46
S  22.-Tiger saves the life of his master,.....     48
'     23.-Tiger's acquaintance with the Newfoundland, Roswell.-Hydrophobia.-Tiger's cogitations,..     51
24.-Tiger rat-killing with a host of his associates -Great
excitement in the wheat-stack,....     54
25.-Johnny picks the magpie, spoils the tripe, and is sold
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to an organ-grinder,......                          57
"     26.-Tiger is avenged, and slays the detested Johnny,.     58
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 27.-Tiger's friend, Trusty, the shepherd-dog,...        59
28.-Tiger's attachment to Vic1k, a female black-and-tan
terrier.-Her properties and characteristics,.     61
"     29.---Tiger bound for Spain.-His visit to London,.     63
"     30.-Tiger's first landing in Spain......   65
S  31.-Tiger's acquaintance with Linda, a female Spanish
pointer,............                            66
t     32.-Tiger introduces us to lis friend Blanco, a Spanish
setter,.............                           68
S     33.-Tiger joins the wolf-hunt in the Pyrenees, in company
with Pastor, J eon, etc.........        69
"  34,-Tiger meets with his old friend Soto.-His opinion of
poodles,............         71




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CHAPTERr 35.-Tiger's return to England.-Revisits his old cronies,     73
"  36.-Tiger bids farewell to all his English acquaintances
and emigrates.-Incidents of his passage across the
Atlantic, etc..........      75
"  37.-Tiger arrives safe in New-York.-Sundry skirmishes
and annoyances,...........            78
"  38.-Tiger relates sundry incidents and adventures in the
city and country.-He exterminates hogs and cats,     80
"  39.-Tiger removes to New-Jersey.-Encounters muskrats, snakes, and snapping-turtles,...     83
"  40.-Tiger and his daughter Presto in consultation and aetion,..............           84
"  __.-Tiger and Presto execute judgment on a traitor,.    86
"  42.-Tiger's son and pupil, Lion.-His precocious courage
and expanding intellect-His daring adventures
and death,........            87
43.-Tiger again victorious.-Tragico-comic encounter with
Schlachtenmeister's five wonderful cats,..     91
S  44.-Tiger loses his master in the city of New-York.-After fruitless researches, he takes the boat for
New-Jersey,...........            96
"     45.-Tippo, the celebrated poodle, succumbs to Tiger's superior courage and skill,.......          99
"  46.-Tiger gives a wonderful account of his pupil,Nero,      1C2
"  47.-Tiger's last moments, in presence of his master and
his tried friend Nero.........    100




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ï~~PREFACE.
Old TIGER'S biographical object (it appears) in introducing us
to so many of his most respectable canine acquaintances, is to
demonstrate, by his own personal experience, the absolute necessity of a radical reform in the management, training, and education
of dogs; displaying the mutual advantages thereby insured to both
teacher and scholar; also, to induce his superiors to rescue his
dishonored race from unmerited neglect and degradation.
Should his humble endeavors prbve successful, he will raise a
lasting monument to the memory of the most deserving quadruped
that ever worried a cat or saved the life of his master.




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ï~~INTRODUCTION.
Who will introduce me to the man who has not been struck
with the wonderful instinct, sagacity and fidelity of the Dog?
Yet, what domestic animal is the subject of such woful neglect
and ill treatment?
Nothing is ever said about being treated like a horse, a cow,
or an elephant. No: the Dog, the only disinterested and faithful
friend of man, is alone the fitting symbol of degradation and outlawry; the butt and by-word of all nations, kindreds and tongues.
What apology, then, shall be demanded of the honest, educated,
philanthropic TIGER, for introducing himself to the public as the
champion and defender of canine rights'!
What, if a penalty were imposed on the master for neglecting
the education of his dog! Few, indeed, would escape punishment.
What is man, when left to the unrestricted indulgence of his
natural perverseness? Who would be seen in his company, or
who would meet him in the dark? How, then, shall untutored
Doghood befit the society of enlightened Humanity?
TIGER presents to our notice many happy illustrations of superior talents and refinement, hoping that these striking examples of
fidelity and usefulness may tend to ameliorate the condition of his
outcast brethren.
His narrative is plain, straight-forward and truthful; and he
no doubt flatters himself it may prove both amusing and instructive, convincing his readers (through his own personal experience,
confirmed by many of his contemporaries) that they will be amply
rewarded for every leisure moment which may be devoted to the
development of those reasoning faculties which he himself undoubtedly possessed.




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ï~~DOGO-GRAPHY.
CHAPTER I.
TIGER'S FATHER.
My name is " TIGER." How far I may have merited this
ferocious title, those who peruse my biography will be the
fittest to d:termine. Not to boast of my noble deeds do I
introduce myself to the public; but it strikes me it is indeed
high time that one of our own race should spring up in our
defense, to enlighten our superiors as to our ideas, notions,
capacities, and powers. However, before I begin to expatiate on my own virtues and failings, it is of no slight importance to my narrative, that I should give you some information as to my origin, descent, and pedigree. I am not
a little proud of my blood-relations; my father and mother
especially, and (they say) several of my ancestors, having
been the heroes of many a sanguinary conflict.
My father's name was "Don," and he died with this distinguisihed title engraven on the golden collar with which
he was awarded after his last glorious victory at the farFam!d battle of Gloster. He had been the lucky recipient
of imtny valuable premiums in consideration of his valorwas never know, to turn his back on an enemy, having
been dc'.red the winner of every battle he fought. He
was a pure bred bull-dog, white as snow, with the exception
or his prs  e a.d the inside of his mouth, which were perfee ly.aad" hisv, weight was about fobrty pounds, (vulgarly




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called his fighting weight;) his limbs were well defined and
beautifully proportioned. His expression was serious and
determined, bold yet unobtrusive. He scorned to quarrel
with an ignoble foe, and looked disdainfully on all miniature
specimens of canine impudence; but he either could or
would not overlook a serious insult from any of his class
without an immediate apology. I have heard that he once
pitched a little noisy, insolent cur off a bridge into the
river, considering him too mean for the ordinary method of
chastisement. He retired from his military career several
years previous to his demise, devoting himself solely to carnal and vegetable pursuits.. Towards the last, his sight becoming dim and his hearing dull, he took but little interest
in what was passing around him, and might generally be
found either basking in the sun or snoring by.the fire; yet
he was so well known as the guardian of the night, that
none, even at this advanced period of his glorious career,
ever ventured to encroach on the grounds he had been wont
to protect. No: Don was there: when he spoke he meant,
"Remember me I"
Unfortunately, we who happen to show any signs of the
bull-dog breed in our physiognomy are set down as quarrelsome, ill-tempered, and snarhlish; just as though we wanted
to be fighting and biting everybody and everything that
crossed our path. It is true, we are generally of rather a
haughty, vindictive turn of mind; but because we are courageous and unflinching, and man delights in prostituting
our valor to satisfy his cruel and mercenary appetites, are
we to be the by-word of ferocity and treachery? It is only
because we are despised, that we render ourselves despicable;
many of us being never introduced into society at all, which
naturally makes us sullen, morose, and sulky. Give us only
the advantages of a common Newfoundland or even Scotchterrier-education, and (my word for it) we will be as sociable
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CHAPTER II.
TIGER  TRODUCES US TO HIS MOTHER.
But my pedigree is as yet incomplete, and I doubt not
you must be exceedingly anxious to learn something about
my mother. Her talents differed widely from those of my
father: she was quite of another complexion, far inferior in
size, and of a totally different caste. She was considered a
perfect specimen of a Scotch terrier, being more properly
termed' a fox-terrier; and well was she worthy of the name.
His Lordship of D    thought more of his favorite "Vixen," than of his whole pack of splendid fox-hounds. She
was considered very handsome of her kind, about twelve
pounds weight, rather short in the leg, of a sandy complexion, very rough hair, with a pair of black, sparkling eyes,
shining through her whiskery phiz like two magic lanterns.
She was naturally of a mild, winning disposition, which was
no doubt greatly improved by education and society. She
was allowed the run of the whole hunting establishment; and
as she had the strongest antipathy to all kinds of vermin,
neither rat, mouse, skunk, nor weasel dared to venture within
the limits of her range. She was on intimate terms with
every steed in those extensive and magnificent stables, and
there was not a horse in the whole stud, but would have lost
his supper rather than set a foot on her. She also took her
daily promenades among the whole pack of fox-hounds, visited the isolated abodes of Newfoundlands, pointers, setters,
etc. when rare indeed was it that she met with the slightest
insult. She might often be seen romping with the whole
pack, and the moment any of the less educated showed the
least rudeness, a simple turn of my mother's mustachoed lips
would command respect. T'was a fine sight, indeed, to see
her, in company with a splendid pack of fox-hounds, all
aroused for action at early dawn. How they danced, and
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in testimony of their respect, whilst, no doubt, they would
occasionally whisper to her the absolute necessity of her
presence in the anticipated hunt. In fact, my mother always
did accompany them, as her services were required to dislodge old Renard, should he have taken to earth through
neglect of the stoppers, whose business it was to close all the
fox-holes the day previous to the chase. Many a hard struggle has she had in those dark recesses; but her courage
never forsook her. When Renard was there she would make
a bold dash, perhaps some twenty or thirty feet under-ground,
face the polished ivories of the pugnacious fox, and, in spite
of his despairing efforts, drag him forth inch by inch; after
which, he was allowed a respectable start and the chase was
continued.
My mother presented a rather forlorn appearance after
these bloody encounters, but she never relaxed her hold till
her adversary was delivered to safe keeping. The more she
was punished, the more delighted did she seem with her victory; and, after shaking her wiry self, would cheerfully and
merrily resume the chase, anxious and greedy for a second
conflict. In one of these subterraneous skirmishes she was
near losing her life: an old dog-fox, twice her own weight,
was determined not to be dislodged, and did maintain his
ground, to the cost of his life; indeed, my mother was so
completely exhausted, as to lay almost lifeless by his side.
Some minutes after, she was dug out, most dreadfully lacerated and with the loss of an eye. Three such cheers the
woods never echoed before, as were then shouted over the
vanquished form of her lifeless foe. Although disappointment at the wind-up of the day's sport seemed to pervade
the white breeches and scarlet coats of the anxious hunters,
yet the glorious little Vixen was the admiration of all, and
the subject of many a merry toast. All admired her daring,
praised her courage, and extolled her endurance and tenacity.
She was also useful in stirring the fox out of thick cover
where a hcund could not enter, being often the first to announce the prelude to a good day's sport.




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CHAPTER III.
TIGER'S BIRTH-PLACE AND BRETHREN.
I must now give you a second introduction to myself.
Again I say my name is Tiger. I was born, pupped, or
whelped, (just as you please,) in one of the first stables of
England, where huntsmen and whippers-in, grooms and
stablemen delighted to congregate: also dukes, lords and
gentry often stalked around there; and I assure you we
attracted the attention of all visitors-that is to say, myself
and my little brothers and sisters, as we all frolicked together
among the horses. But I suppose I was more noticed than
the rest of the family, from my being entirely white, whilst
they were of the exact shade of my mother; in fact, the
expression of all beholders, on their first seeing me, was,
" Dear me! how exactly like his father!" I was white and
smooth, with full black eyes and round head; whilst my
brethren were all yellow and rough, weasel-eyed, and
whiskery. Some of the knowing ones assert that we of the
same family are often not of the same paternal origin, which
I firmly deny, although I must confess our mothers are
strangely fickle in their amorous propensities' at certain
periods of their history; yet I insist on it, not a single female
of our tribe has ever produced a progeny that could boast
of a duplicate sire.
CHAPTER IV.
TIGER TORN FROM HIS MOTHER.--HIIS FIRST TRIALS.
One morning, an old acquaintance and pot-companion of
one of the stablemen dropped in, and insisted on lining one
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the only one of that color; that I should be missed immediately; but that if he must have one, to take one of the
others, etc. Before he had concluded his speech, however,
I was safely ensconced in my new master's coat-tail pocket,
and traveling at about ten knots an hour, with the stableman after me. But he never overtook us: had he succeeded
in so doing, whatever might have been my joys and sorrows
through life, it is very improbable that I should have to
record any of the scenes on which I involuntarily entered on
that eventful day.
The morning after my disappearance, there was a general
hue-and-cry throughout the whole establishment: every one
was called to account, every nook and corner was searched;
but all denied any knowledge of my whereabouts or of what
might have become of me. It was at last concluded by all,
(with the exception of the stableman, who had seen me
triumphantly borne away,) that I had been ignominiously
swallowed by two half-grown greyhounds who chanced to
be unkenneled, and were seen in the stable on the day of
my disappearance. On arriving at his cottage, Dick Marks
took me by the leg and dragged me out of his pocket. The
first test he put me to, was swinging me round by the ears,
then by the tail; then he would hold me up by one leg, then
by the other, just to see if I was (what he called) game. I
can't say I was particularly delighted with his masterly ideas,
and in my own peculiar canine brogue I addressed him to
that effect, which only excited him.to teaze me the more.
He took me to his favorite pot-house in the evening, when
the whole company amused themselves with pulling my ears
and tail, which I certainly resented to the best of my ability,
causing them all to decide that I should made a good;i. I
was certainly very dissatisfied with the peculiar method they
had of testing my natural abilities; but 't was not till my
protector thrust me into a dark coal-hole at night, prcevious
to his returning drunk to bed, that I felt all the horror's of
my situation. I whined, fretted, barked, howled, and yelled,
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and every time I stopped to catch my breath, I thought of
my mother and my little brothers and sisters, and of the
comfortable home from which I had been so ruthlessly torn.
At last I heard, as I thought, somebody coming to my
release, when in pounced my infuriated lord, and lashed me
to such a degree that both of us concluded it was our last
meeting. I was too sore to think of making any more noise
that night; in any case, I rather think I should have been
very cautious in the experiment, for fear of a second visit.
For all he had dealt so roughly with me, I really was
delighted to see him in the morning, and grateful for the
scanty allowance of bread which he gave to me. I felt,
indeed, that he was the only friend I had in the world. It
may seem strange, but I never harbored the least resentment
towards him, and passed the following nights as quietly as
possible, lest I might disturb his repose, or perchance incline
him to make a second descent on me. One of his favorite
amusements was throwing me at the cat; and it tickled him
amazingly to see her scratch my face and spit on me, whilst
he boasted how courageously I resented her insults. I hadn't
the least idea of interfering with her myself; but when I
found she treated me in that abrupt, unladylike manner, I
handled (or rather toothed) her accordingly, and invariably
succeeded in putting her to flight. I afterwards noticed
how cautious she was to keep out of my way, little as I felt
A'sposed to annoy her without provocation.
CHAPTER V.
TIGER IS SOLD FOR EIGHTEEN-PENCE.
But one fine morning, when Dick Marks' pockets were
as empty as a mummy's, and his throat drier than a limebasket, he took me in his arms, determined (as he thought
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Finding no one on the king's highway who appeared to
second his ideas as to price, he ventured to ring at the gate
of a gentleman's mansion. Out comes the footman. "Will
you please to ask master if he do want to buy a nice dog?"
says Dick. But the footman answered him by saying, "I'm
sure my master don't want to buy any fighting dogs;" and
bang went the gate in Dick's face and mine, making him
grumble and me growl. But Dick Marks was so dry, s
very dry, that he was not to be easily daunted, and rang the
bell a second time, determined to deliver an oration on my
noble pedigree, my precocious instinct and sagacity, my wonderful snapping, growling, and cat-shaking propensities, and
to expatiate on the emptiness of his pockets, the dryness of
his throat, and the extraordinary aversion of his better-half
to the whole canine fraternity. He had scarcely withdrawn
his hand from the bell, when the gate was opened by the
young master, who was immediately attracted by my fair
complexion, round head, and large black eyes. He asked
Dick a hundred -questions concerning me, and, according to
the account Mr. Richard Marks gave of me, you might have
valued me at least at a hundred pounds. With it all, the
young squire believed only just enough of it to offer eighteenpence for me, which Dick, after traveling shilling by shilling
from two guineas downwards, (his throat growing drier as he
spoke,) half willingly consented to accept. I need scarcely
mention, that previous to his retiring to his nocturnal dormitory, my spirit (to the tune of eighteen-pence) had passed
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CHAPTER VI.
TIGER'S FIRST ADVENTURE WITH A KING CHARLES SPANIEL.--GETS
INTO DISGRACE, AND IS PUT OUT TO BOARD.
But now I am a gentleman's dog, and my new master seemed highly delighted with me, although he was loth to believe a tithe of what he was obliged to hear of me: he nevertheless thought he might realize a little sport by bringing
me in contact with his mother's favorite King Charles
spaniel, who was about six months old and much larger
than myself; besides, I was only in the ninth week of my
pilgrimage. Accordingly, he took us both by the back of
the neck, and began by rubbing our noses together, which
you may readily presume was particularly annoying to us
both. Charley's monster eyes rolled about in all directions:
his quivering lip spake volumes of defiance: his teeth fairly
chattered with rage. As to my own private feelings, they
might be far more easily imagined than described. I growled
and bit; he grumbled and snapped. On the young gent's
perceiving that we were in a high state of honorable excitement, he put us on the ground, to decide, by a dental demonstration; whether or not I was as heroic as I had been
represented.  No sooner were we on terra-firma, than I
grasped my adversary by the throat and began shaking him
most furiously, for I really felt as though I had lost all
government of myself.  My adversary soon signified his
perfect willingness to relinquish the combat, but I could admit of no apology, and could have killed him with pleasure.
He used his utmost to escape me; but in his flight I clung
fast to him, and did not relinquish my hold till I positively.
began to think he was carrying me out of the bounds of
reason. I then let him go and gave up the pursuit, contenting myself by noticing the direction he took and the unmusical
sounds he uttered, as he hastily retreated toward the back
kitchen-door.
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was wonderfully delighted, clapping his hands and straining
his ribs with laughter. He had but just taken me in his
arms, was patting and praising me up, and christening me
"Tiger," when his mother presented herself, reprimanding
her son in unmeasured terms for his cruelty, and utterly condemning me as one of the most despicable, plebeian brutes
in all creation; whilst she discanted on the intrinsic merits,
the prominent virtues, and extraordinary beauty of her
cowardly Charley. She even threatened my life; but the
cause of her displeasure so thoroughly convinced my master
of my real merit, that he determined on raising me for his
own private companion. An old woman, who chanced to be
weeding the flower-beds, had straightened her back to listen
to the angry intonations of the offended lady, and on the latter's retiring, advised my new protector to send me away as
quickly as possible, kindly volunteering to take charge of me
herself for the reasonable sum of one shilling per week.
The offer was immediately accepted, on condition that I
should be brought over to the house every Saturday for
inspection.
CHAPTER        VII.
TGER'S NEW MISTRESS.-INTRODUCTION TO HER BOARDERS.-CHARACTERISTICS OF TRIPEY AND HER HUSBAND SAM.
The old lady of whom I am now speaking, was one of
the oddest, drollest, queerest, funniest dames in all creation;
and I had not long resided under her roof before I discoveted it. She often observed how fond she was of dumb critters, and my experience confirmed the fact. She lived in a
very little, small, old, thatched cottage, with one room on the
ground-floor, with a garret overhead. There were to be no
more. like her, as she had never been blessed with any offsets.
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reason to be so too. I have no doubt she would have thought
less about us dumb critters, had she any bantlings of her own;
though she certainly would have made an excellent mother,
if I may judge from the order and obedience which reigned
in her adopted family. I was wonderfully startled, however,
when she first introduced me to her boarders. No sooner
had she opened the door, than the monkey chattered, the dog
barked, the cat mewed, the magpie screamed, the blackbird
whistled, and Sam (her husband) grumbled. But the moment she spoke, they all hushed. Never shall I forget how
they eyed me as I passed the door-sill. Truffle, a low, longbacked, nasty, little blear-eyed mongrel of a turnspit poodle
Scotch terrier, looked unutterable things at me. He walked
backwards and forwards, at a short distance from me, with
an air of cowardly defiance; which, on my perceiving, caused
me to stiffen myself up a little, presuming that he might perhaps be meditating an attack on me; but the old lady (nicknamed Tripey) immediately ordered Truffle to his bed, which
he obeyed instantaneously. When I first saw him bolt, I
thought he was afraid of me: I was just starting after him,
but Tripey gave me a cut with the whip, accompanied by a
suitable reprimand. I don't know how it was, but I felt
as though I was bound to obey her. Poor Tom, the cat, bristled himself up into a semioircle, every hair of him threatening to'fly off into infinite space. The magpie and blackbird both looked down on me with a kind of affrighted astonishment, while I stood wondering at their taking so much
notice of me, when I thought so little about them. Nevertheless, the monkey (I must say) rather alarmed me: he
jumped, sprung, and danced, making the most awful grimaces
at me: but did'nt he (Johnny, the monkey,) raise a scream
when he felt the unwelcome embrace of Tripey's whip! I
really do believe he thought it was my fault, for he kept
slyly peeping around at me through his fingers, straining his
eyes in all directions, looking alternately at'his feet aind tail,
at me and old Tripey, though not daring to make any further advances.




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I soon had a snug little corner allotted to me, where the
old lady presumed Johnny could not reach me. I complained dreadfully at first about being tied up with a collar
on my neck, and undertook to be restive, discontented, and
grumbling; but when I found the old lady would allow of
no disturbance in the house, I soon became perfectly quiet
and contented. Sam (her husband) was the very essence
of laziness and discontent. It is true, he worked sometimes,
but never when he had anything to eat. He would toil hard
for twelve hours to earn flour for three days, which he
would make into a dumpling and boil, invariably staying
dome till it was all consumed. Sam and his wife Tripey
were never known to meal together at the same table or to
eat of the same loaf; nor were they ever heard to agree on
any subject whatever. The idols of the one were sure to be
t;he antipathies of the other. Sam liked victuals and indolence,
Tripey was wedded to liquor and hard work; Sam spoke
but little, and that very slowly; Tripey chattered incessantly
as fast as a horse could gallop. In fine, Tripey was devotedly fond of dumb critters, while Sam hated the sight of us all.
He would sometimes give me a sly kick, if I chanced to
brush by him, when Tripey threatened to deprive him of
the skimmings of the pot in which the tripe was boiled,
thereby causing him to treat us all with comparative civility
in her presence.
CHAPTER VIII.
TIGER GREATLY ANNOYED AND IRRITATED BY JOHNNY, THE MONKEY.
BECOMES INTIMATE WITH DOG TRUFFLE, AND TOM, THE CAT.
The old lady was often absent the whole day; when Sam
enjoyed himself at home, if there happened to be any of
his dump unconsumed. On these occasions we often began
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and I found to my sorrow that he was longer in the reach
than either she or I had anticipated or desired. For a long
time I got no rest during her absence. He no sooner saw
me curled up comfortably, than he would slyly creep along
and give me a sharp pull by the tail or a smart pinch in
the ear, and before I could look round, he was quietly seated
on his stool, defiantly grinning at me. True, I always
showed him my teeth, challenging him to face me in open
combat; but he invariably declined the honor, preferring, no
doubt, the sport of worrying me, without the risk of retaliation. Although we were often brought in contact together
on professional business, when, of course, we were bound to
appear on friendly terms, I never could forgive him; for,
independent of his almost daily annoyances, he took every
opportunity of showing his apish superiority over me: he
would even make faces at me in company, and when I was
offered any refreshment, would rudely snatch it from me,
without even giving me an opportunity of testing its merits.
On such occasions I was made the laughing-stock of the whole
company, causing me to feel very insignificant; and although
I never failed to show my resentment, my mistress kept me
in check; I was consequently bound to pocket the affront.
Truffle I certainly began soon to be quite partial to, as we
were occasionally allowed to take short rambles together,
when he always treated me with the greatest respect: we
played together in perfect good humor-exercised ourselves
in sham fights, always standing up in our mutual defence,
should either of us chance to be insulted. I have often
thought how selfish we are toward our own race, and how
self-denying toward our protectors. For instance: partial as
I was to Truffle, I never felt inclined to offer him anything
I could eat myself: on the contrary, I sometimes threatened
him with my dire resentment, when he refused to relinquish
any choice morsel he might have discovered. He seldom, indeed, wanted asking a second time, after having experienced
the force of my arguments, although he generally yielded
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though I could sacrifice anything for my protectress, and
have left the choicest dinner to accompany her in her travels.
At first I felt very anxious to have a set-to with the cat,
but Tom gradually endeared himself to my affections; he not
only never offered to molest me, but would even lie down by
my side, appearing to hold me in the highest estimation;
so that we shortly became so familiar that he would even take
possession of my bed; and so pleased was I with the confidence he reposed in me, that I never once offered to disturb
him. He -pushed his intimacy still further, and would curl
himself upon me and snore in my face for hours at a time.
He thus kept me (and I suppose himself) delightfully warm,
and I have often postponed my movements rather than disturb his repose. In spite of this intimacy, I was far from
being a friend to the feline race, although I have found some
honorable exceptions to their faithless, spit-fire, sneaking characteristics. But Johnny was an awful scourge to us both,
even Tripey herself often suffering from his mischievous antics. If she only turned her back to go an errand, master
Johnny would sometimes collect all the soot he could reach
and stir it carefully into her tripe-pot, and on her return,
would look as innocent as a sheep-stealer. I have really been
greatly surprised he should repeat the operation, as I never
knew him escape with a sound belt. But " mischief is bound
up in the heart of a " monkey. Notwithstanding, I always
thought if I only had a fair chance, I could shake it out of him.
CHAPTER IX.
TIGER'S EARLY LESSONS WITH THE CAT, MONKEY, AND TRUFFLE.
Old Tripey sometimes took out Johnny Truffle and me
to. the neighboring pot-houses, in the following marching order: Tom the cat was seated on one of her shoulders, Johnny on the other, while Truffle and I e:pt in the rear. When




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she said "In!" neither of us dared to advance; we severally
had tried the game on various occasions, when, if Tripey had
failed to notice our errant steps, that confounded monkey
would surely advise her of them. The old lady used but little severity with us; but somehow or other we all seemed
fascinated to her commands; and seldom committed any gross
act of disobedience.' She had taught me to lie down on my
back perfectly motionless; but I confess I was previously
subjected to sundry cracks of her leather whip, as she scolded and corrected me every time I moved or growled. I never
dared even to- open my eyes without her distinct command,
and was bound tacitly to submit to whatever insults might
be heaped upon me. I could have borne them all with comparative patience and canine submission, but to be dragged
about the room by a monkey, with a cat on his back, while
Truffle amused himself barking at us, irritated my feelings
to that degree, that I was bent on revenge, should ever a
favorable opportunity present itself.
The old lady would get so awfully intoxicated, especially
when Johnny was lucky with his favorite sixpenny trick,
that (with the exception of Tom) we have often reposed the
whole night in the ditch. Although our washing and lodging were gratis, master.Thomas invariably bolted home--I
presume in hopes of getting a fair chance at the tripe in his
mistress' absence. I believe that scoundrel Johnny would
have cleared out too, but he was always buckled fast on to
Tripey's wrist, and did'nt forget to show his teeth when anyone came near her. Not that I imagine he cared a single
nut about ihr, but he was afraid of his own jacket. I don't
like boasting, but I really fancy Truffle and I were far more
sincere and less selfish than he was; for I'm sure nothing
could have tempted either of us to leave her for a moment,
and more than once we have fought like tigers in her defence.
He was cunning enough, (I say it to my sorrow,) but I doubt
whether he had a spark of sincerity about him. His sixpenny-trick was this: Tripey announced that the best trick of
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with sixpences. When a sixpence was given him, he invariably put it in his pouch, (or receiving stomach,) but he had
been taught, at the peril of his life, not to eject anything without her orders. In this way he would sometimes receive
several sixpences; but none were ever disgorged except to
herself, although she feigned to threaten him, and did actually deal him out a few cracks to make her own case good.
But Johnny knew his work too well, and was taught only to
shell out at one particular command, which was never given
in public. Tom had'nt much sense, except to take care of
himself. He cared more about the house than the tenant;
though I suspect Tripey thought more of him than she did
of us, as I often observed he got most of the little delicate
bits, and had the warmest post in the chimney-corner. On
our return from such a nocturnal adventure as that to which
I have just alluded, Tom was generally screwed up against
the door outside, as Sam never troubled his head about who
was in or who was out. He, however, generally abused us
without reserve on our return; to which our good mistress
invariably responded with usurious interest, seldom forgetting to add her threat of depriving him of the skimmings of
the tripe pot. This privilege was granted only on condition
of his taking care of the family in her absence, but depended mostly on his general deportment, as she often employed
him to do little errands, which, when not executed with due
precision, elicited a variety of threats, which she occasionally
stamped on his organs of mastication.
CHAPTER X.
TRIPEY' S PECULIAR METHOD OF INSTRUCTING HER PUPILS.
Tripey was always teaching us something or other, and
whilst Sam was snoring over his dumpling, she scarcely
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particularly the magpie and blackbird, who seldom appeared
to take much notice of her incessant jabber. They did profit
wonderfully, though, by her nightly lessons, as they repeated
portions of them at early dawn; in fact, they had to do their
best before their breakfasts were served out to them. The
magpie was a far apter scholar than the blackbird, as far as
conversation was concerned. They say blackbirds are seldom known to say much, but this fellow said a good many
funny things (I suppose:) I didn't understand much of it,
but t'was so near like the old lady's clatter, that he often
deceived both Truffle and me. She had a wonderful method
of instructing me-I never could get a mouthful without
doing something for it. How quick I learned to jump
through a hoop, when there was a nice bit of tripe on the
other side of it! At first I tried to go round, but I found
no tripe that way; consequently, I had to go through. Unfortunately, I have had to travel the same road a thousand
times for nothing, as when she knew what I could do, there
was no backing out with her. Nevertheless, she would not
allow me to perform in public without our being paid beforehand, and with strangers I invariably expected a little refreshment in advance. Before I was nine months old, I
could sit up and stand up, could dance, jump, be very lively
or very dead, go little errands, fetch and carry, etc.; in fact
if I could only have spoken, I could have given lessons in
manners to more than half the so-called human beings who
pelted me in the streets.
CHAPTER XI.
TIGER RESTORED TO HIS MASTER.-SORROWFUL PARTING FROM
TRIPEY, ETC.
During the interval of events, some of which I have related, I was presented weekly to my young master, who was
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presented my tutoress with many an extra shilling. Indeed,
even his once-offended mother began to take great notice of
me: her former opinions of my horrid temper and loaferish
aspect gradually faded away, and I was even made the subject of drawing-room conversations. It was at last agreed by
all parties that I should be received at home, on condition
that I should be kept out of doors. I was then about eleven
months old, and,began to have a pretty good opinion of myself, and by the respectful manner in which I was treated by
the majority of common bone grubbers, I continued to acquire confidence. It was with the greatest reluctance that
Tripey consented to give me up, and the briny tear trickled
down her wrinkled phiz as she saw me chained up in the
coach-house. She shook hands with me, kissed me, hugged
me, loaded me with blessings and good advice, and crowned
her good wishes by giving me a whole half-pound of tripe
on a skewer. My feelings were such, when she closed the
doot on me, that I could not refrain from weeping; on hearing which, she re-entered and endeavored to console me; but
as the tripe lay untouched, she gave it as her decided opinion that I never could possibly survive the separation. But
her grief was somewhat alleviated when my young master
presented her with half a sovereign, accompanied with the
permission to visit me whenever she pleased. That night I
really felt bereaved, and if I could have escaped by any means
I should have made a quick passage home. I tried to slip
my head through the collar, till I found all my efforts were
vain; next I tugged at the chain, then tried to bite it off.
Finding that all my exertions were fruitless, I concluded to
curl myself up in my bed and resign myself to my fate. I
passed the night in sorrowfully meditating on Tripey and
Truffle, Johnny and Tom, the magpie and blackbird. I heard
all sorts of strange noises that night, but heeded them not,
being too deeply immersed in my own troubles. I had left my
supper untouched; and though in the morning I felt a strong
inclination for my breakfast, my heart went against it, my
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CHAPTER XII.
TIGER'S EARS ARE CUT OFF.-BECOMES FRIENDLY WITH CHARLEY.
The rays of the morning sun had already brightened my
hopes, when, to my great joy, the coach-house door was
opened, and my young master entered, with the gardener and
a stranger. The former immediately released me, and I
began scampering around in high spirits, expecting a favorable opportunity of a speedy retreat to my late domicil.
But the stranger kindly called me to himself, taking me up
very affectionately, when suddenly I found myself made fast
by the head and throat by the gardener, while the strange
ruffian coolly cut off both my ears. It was a pretty severe
operation, but I didn't care so much about the cutting, as the
idea of being jammed up and half choked to death: indeed,
I really supposed they intended to murder me, and I struggled
for my life; but they had me too fast, and succeeded in cropping me, as they called it. 'When I found that was all they
were going to inflict on me, I felt quite relieved and cared
but little about it, after having had (as I imagined) such a
narrow escape of my life. But they said 't was done firstrate, and that I looked fifty pounds better. Although it was
to me such a frightful operation, I have since benefited by
it in a hundred skirmishes, in which I'm sure my ears would
have been awfully lacerated and disfigured; besides, it gave
me a better chance of seizing my opponents, by decreasing
their chance of holding me. On the same afternoon of the
operation the old woman came to see me, and her lamentations over me were far louder and longer than my own. She
swore I should not stop there a moment longer; that my tail
would come off next, and that soon there wouldn't be a
morsel of me left. She took some fat off the tripe she carried
in her basket and rubbed it on my ears, at the same time
praising me up, and heaping anathemas on my murderers,
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and I after her, forgetting the soreness of my ears. But my
young master immediately ordered her to bring me back; to
which she at last assented, after exacting a faithful promise
that my ears should never be cut off again. In a few days
I felt perfectly well, beginning to consider myself at home,
especially as the old lady was so constant in her visits. I had
a good dinner every day, besides sundry choice morsels, and
was allowed the run of the whole premises. Every one
seemed to take notice of me, and even the good ladyr of the
house was charmed to see me gamboling with her favorite
Charley, who, I must admit, obeyed my orders far more
implicitly than hers. When I called him he obeyed instantaneously, and my commands of dismissal were attended to
with equal promptness; but I have heard her call him a
dozen times, and all the response he made was a don't-carish
kind of a Charley grin, and away he went. When she bid
him go in the house, he generally slunk back a little, but seldom obeyed to the letter. I had been taught better. When
Tripey said, "Go 1" 't was " Go;" and when she said, " Come!"'
there was no saying "Nay." Habit to me had become second
nature, and I doubt not that my early instructions were the
means of prolonging my existence and contributing greatly
to my means of enjoyment. I have often pitied those poor,
contemptible, uneducated curs, dragging their scanty sustenance from the gutter or the ash-heap, the by-word of
every ragged urchin, and (from constantly being imposed on)
flying from their own shadows. I am quite of Shakspeare's
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CHAPTER XIII.
GRADUAL DEVELOPMENT OF TIGER'S SAGACITY AND DISCERN TENT.
I soon became a general favorite, and as to my young
master, he seldom dreamed of going out without me: I became
his constant companion.,When I chanced not to be with
him, the first inquiry was, "Where's Tiger?" As I gradually became older and wiser, I afforded great amusement
wherever I went, by the superior developments of my absolute reasoning propensities. I could discern at a glance
whether my company was desirable or not, and never ventured to intrude where I had reason to presume I might be
unwelcome.   I have often remarked that the attention
of a whole company was lavished on me, while a simple
shake of the hand was all that fell to my master's share.
No society was considered too select, no house too clean, and
no carpet too fine for me. It is true, I had been taught to
wipe my feet perfectly clean, previous to advancing into any
respectable dwelling, and was too refined in my manners to
commit any kind of nuisance in a proscribed locality. I
was the subject of many wagers concerning my varied performances, both instinctive, instructive, scientific, and pugnacious. I could select from a thousand bushels the apple
which my master had touched; could jumpthrough a straw
without touching it, while my master held both ends
between his fingers; could kill more rats in the same number of minutes than any other dog in the country; while a
hundred other convincing proofs of canine educational
development endeared me to a large circle of a higher order
of acquaintances. But it was only in my master's presence
that I considered myself entitled to form any new human
acquaintance, and I looked suspiciously on every one to
whom I had only had a passing introduction. As I began
to be more aristocratic in my ideas, I imagined that no
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rated on our premises; and although I was particular in
ascertaining of all visitors whether they came on legitimate
business, and never allowed them to be out of my sight till
one of the househbld presented himself, I discerned something so peculiar in the strange, unbusiness-like visits of these
inquisitive, peeping marauders, that I at length concluded to
contest their very passage to the kitchen-door.  I did not
wish to be severe with them, but was in the habit of simply
ordering them off, when I was generally obeyed, although
several times I have seen fit to resort to forcible means of
ejectment when remonstrance had proved unavailing.
CHAPTER XIV.
OLD SAM SELLS TIGER FOR TWO SHILLINGS.-TIGER IS TAKEN TO
BRISTOL, AND FIGHTS THE RENOWNED STUMP-TAILED BULL-DOG,
"GRAB."
It was now several months since Tripey had restored me
to my young master; since which, although she visited me
so ofteA, Sam had never once made his appearance. But one
morning I chanced to be out alone, taking a little airing in
the road, when Sam made his appearance in the distance.
I felt so delighted, that I scampered off to meet him. He appeared to receive me very cordially, pattihg and flattering me,
and even offered me a small piece of dry dumpling, which
he extracted from his pantaloon pocket. Although I was not
hungry enough to avail myself of his unaccustomed liberality,
I trust I did not feel ungrateful for his self-denial. At that
moment a rag-merchant chanced to be passing with his wagon, and cast his eyes on me, as I was rejoicing over my old
acquaintance. A short parley ensued, and in less than two
minutes Sam had ignominiously bargained me away to him
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fast under his wagon, and suddenly discovered that I was
traveling, at about seven miles an hour, on the high road to
Bristol, about thirty miles distant. I pulled and dragged,
and looked all round for help, but to no purpose; the collar
was too tight, the chain was too strong, and I found I was
only hurting myself without any prospect of escape; so I
coolly kept pace with the horse and away we went. On arriving at our destination I was made fast in the yard, with a
bare empty barrel for a bed, and a cramped-up range of about
two feet. I tried in vain to escape, but felt resolved to await
patiently the first opportunity of flight. I had only a hard crust
or two for my supper that night, but being almost ravenous
after my long journey, I bolted them with avidity. On the
following morning I was led about on the chain, and offered
for sale. Several bids were made for me, but Tom Lincoln
set me at a pretty high figure, and none of his sporting friends
being accustomed to pay over five shillings for a fighting dog,
unless his metal had been positively put to the test, he could
discover no immediate probability of converting me into cash.
He therefore offered to fight me against anything of my
weight for all the money he could raise, which turned out
to be exactly fourteen shillings and ninepenge halfpenny. A
subscription was shortly raised among his companions to
match me, and in less than half an hour, a big-headed brindle,
stump-tailed bull-dog was introduced to us. We were immediately surrounded by a ragged set of horrid-looking loafers,
whooping, yelling, and swearing. A ring was formed. Tom
Lincoln took off my chain and collar and held me in his arms,
while Jim Sykes held up my stump-tailed adversary (the renowned "Grab ") in the same tender, affectionate way. Grab
commenced by making horrid, unintellectual grimaces at me,
growling and showing his teeth in the most daring manner.
I was satisfied I had never injured him in any way, and felt
astounded to think that, without the least provocation, he
should thus furiously threaten me: I concluded by presuming that some evil-disposed person or persons had poisoned
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what it may, as he evidently threatened me with personal
violence, I placed myself on the defensive, determined, in case
of an assault, to fight to the last gasp.
The whole host of fancy gentlemen were delighted at our
distorted countenances: pints, quarts, gallons, sixpences, and
shillings were freely staked on both of us. Down we were
put, face to face, Tom Lincoln handling me, and Dick Sykes
seconding Grab. We were both let go at once. Grab seized
me first by the ear, and the way he guawed and shook, mumbled and thumped me, would have broken poor old Tripey's
heart. "Another quart on Grab!" "Sixpence more on Grab!"
"Go it Grab-well done Grab-shake him Grab!"   "Hany
more Tigers on 'and, Tom?" "Ee'll soon be a goner! Take
hoff your dog, Tom! What's the use o' 'avin on 'im killed?
He's a pretty dog enough; some fool may gin ye a crown for'n
yet."  Although I must confess I by no means relished this
so-called " capital sport," I never once whimpered or gave
tongue, but awaited only my chance of retaliation; in fact, I
was so completely in for it, that I would absolutely have preferred death to a surrender. After a few minutes Grab let
go his hold, when I immediately seized him by the foreleg,
and could fairly hear it crack, crack, crack, as I repeated my
efforts at grinding it up. However, as I felt inclined to punish him still more severely, I loosened him, with the intention
of attacking a more vital spot, when Grab again fastened me
by the back of the neck, mawling me in the same way as
before; but I scarcely heeded it now, and even felt willing
to die, rather than yield an inch. He loosened me again, upon
which I seized him by the throat, and felt determined to
make an end of him. I soon succeeded in getting him down
flat on his back, after which I had it all my own way. As I
gradually worked my passage to his windpipe, while his
eyes protruded from their sockets and his blackened tongue
lolled motionless between his teeth, Tom Lincoln's voice was
heard victoriously shouting, "Well done, Tiger! kill him,
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CHAPTER XV.
TIGER'S REFLECTIONS AFTER HIS VICTORY.-IS COMPELLED TO
SLAUGHTER A TOM-CAT.
Grab was dead, and I, inoffensive Tiger, had killed him.
I might have met him a hundred times in the street, and not
an unkind sound would have tainted our muzzles; a canine sniff, or a significant raise of the understanding, would
probably have terminated the interview. Thousands of us
are daily traveling the streets and roaming the fields, and
the most unenlightened quadruped among us, seldom, if ever,
infringes on the acknowledged rights even of uncivilized dogdom; but when abused, irritated, and excited, he is a despioable cur indeed who would shrink from demanding an apology, or screen his pelt by an ignoble flight. I never felt
really debased but once, and I was worthy of it: I am well
nigh ashamed to own it; but I was then young and inexperienced, and learned a very important lesson-not to place
confidence in those with whom I was unacquainted. I felt
inclined to enjoy a little sport with a few romping juveniles,
when they regaled me with a second-or third-hand teakettle,
and having tightly fastened it to my extremity, they entreatedl
me to retire to my domicil with the utmost speed, while
stones and other missiles greeted me, as I hastened to obey
their commands.
On the night of my victory, I was the main topic of conversation among all the crownless hats and ragged elbows
of the enlightened neighborhood where I had achieved my
first victory. Tom Lincoln was so elated with his extra
fourteen shillings and ninepence-halfpenny which he had
won on me, that he offered to find backers to match me
again for fifty pounds. He then offered to bet half a sovereign that I would kill a cat in two minutes yes, any cat
they liked to bring against me. The bet was accepted, and
an enormous tom-cat was soon procured. Tom Lincoln
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spit on my face and scratch my nose, which, of course,
aggravated me beyond all bearing. He then took off my
collar and threw the cat right at me. Tom, naturally enough,
began sticking his claws into me, which maddened me to
that degree, that I immediately seized him across the loins
and did not release my hold till I witnessed his last gasp.
It was decided that I had finished off Master Thomas in the
short space of eighty seconds. Tom Lincoln now thought
his fortune made, and agreed that I should be ready at the
"Boar and Whistle" on the morrow evening, to fight any
mortal thing they could produce against me. That night he
retired late and staggering drunk to his garret, after having
chained me up, sore and hungry, to my bediess barrel.
CHAPTER XVI.
TIGER ESCAPES FROM THE RAG-MAN AND REACHES HOME IN SAFETY.
As I lay awake, thinking of the hardness of my lot and of
the happy home and friends from whom I had been severed, I
fancied my collar felt somewhat looser; I therefore tried to
extricate myself, and with some difficulty at last succeeded.
With what joy did I find myself once more free! I hastened
to the street, but was very much puzzled, at first, which way
to take, as I had not been accustomed to city traveling. But,
however, after running a few steps this way and a little way
that, I recognized the road I had traveled under the rag-cart,
and away I started, perfectly satisfied that neither Tom, Dick
nor Harry could either overtake me or persuade me to retrace
my steps. The morning sun had not yet tinted the eastern
horizon, so that I soon reached the high-road without molestation. As I hastened onward my spirits revived, and the
nearer I approached my home the faster I tripped along. I
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with a slight insult rather than delay my journey. The
impudent scoundrel who assailed me was an insignificant cur,
who pounced on me unawares. I merely gave him one shake,
when he sang out as though he was being murdered. I had
no intention of the kind, but merely to chastise him for his
insolence. In fine, I reached home in safety, though somewhat disfigured, worn,,and jaded. When I reached the backdoor, the cook immediately echoed my name through the
whole house, which was fairly empty to welcome me. I was
asked a hundred questions, rather in a reprimanding styles
but they were so glad to see me back, that it all ended in my
being extra-petted and extra-fed. My young master, being
rather suspicious of my roving propensities, tied me up for a
few days; but his fears were groundless, as I hadn't the most
remote idea of exposing myself to any such casualities.
Charley was delighted beyond measure, and visited me every
hour in the day; and even the cat (with whom I. had not
been on the most intimate terms) came rubbing her back
against me.
CHAPTER XVII.
TIGER'S WONDERFUL PATIEN CE IN RAT-CATCHING.
In a short time, therefore, I was restored to my wonted
freedom, and accompanied my master, as usual, in his youthful wanderings. One of his favorite amusements was ratting
by the river-side. The banks were hollow with rats, and
when he stamped they would bolt under water, upon which
I was ready in an instant to dive after them, and generally
succeeded in landing them lifeless at his feet. Sometimes
they buried themselves in the mud, thus evading my grasp.
I was so carried away by the sport, that I have often risen
half-stifled to the surface without accomplishing my errand;
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often dived into the mud with my game in my mouth, finding some little difficulty in extricating myself; but I was
never discouraged at anything, and felt as though I never
sAould relinquish my hold without particular orders.
The greatest feat I ever performed in rat-catching, demonstrating my patient resolution and determination, was in the
catching of an old dog-rat who had taken up his headquarters in the beer-cellar. Upon the least alarm, he invariably and hastily retired through a hole in one of the pavingstones. Finding him far too cunning for me, I resolved
patiently to watch for him, and devoted all my leisure hours
to the task, sometimes gazing at the hole for eight or ten
hours a day. I followed him up for months, till at last (I
presume in one of his unguarded moments) I gripped him as
he was making his exit from his subterraneous retreat,
dealing him instant death. I shall never forget how proudly
I marched around with him, and was uinwilling to release
him even for a moment. Nor was I satisfied with the approbation of my own immediate friends, but exhibited him at
the abodes of several of our neighbors, after which I carefully buried him in a flower-border in front of the house. I
cannot exactly scan my motives in this proceeding, but surely
it was not from any notion of respect that I performed the
last office to the object of my most deadly hate; on the contrary, I never visited his grave without evincing a disdainful
contempt at his memory, and was often reprimanded for my
ungentlemanly deportment among the tulips and hyacinths,
as all knew full well that I was conscious of the trespass. I
must avow it, I did transgress, almost against my will; but I
felt so inwardly stung with hatred toward his d3tested race,
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CHAPTER         XVIII.
TIGER'S HUNTING EXCURSIONS WITH GREYHOUND " FLEET." -HIS
ABSENCE ACCOUNTED FOR.
I had been gradually forming an intimacy with Fleet, a
fine young greyhound belonging to an acquaintance of my
master's. We now and then met in our travels, but seldom
did more than exchange the common civilities of the day:
only on one or two occasions had we taken a short run
together.  So one afternoon, when I was rambling a short
distance from the house, I noticed young Fleet cantering
toward me, unaccompanied. We made our usual friendly
salutes, when I observed something of a go-ahead expression
in his eye, and cleaxly discovered that he was in for a spree,
when he hastened to signify to me the very fact that he had
left home with the express intention of peregrinating around
the neighboring woods and fields. He used the most fascinating ejaculations and gestures to entice me to accompany him.
After a little consideration, I consented to take a bit of a pun
with him. We were not long in deciding on our route. Off
we bolted toward the woods, which we had scarcely entered
when I got scent of a rabbit, and succeeded in hunting him
out. Away we put full pelt after him, but he soon succeeded
in concealing himself in some thick thorny underbrush.
Fleet looked aghast, and kept running in all directions in
search of the fugitive, presuming he had made his exit.
But my nose was too sensitive to be deceived. I immediately
ordered Fleet to keep on the alert, while I endeavored to
dislodge our prey. I then forced my way into the thorny
mass, dashing my way onward in spite of all obstacles, and
soon succeeded in reaching his hiding-place. He sprang out
instantaneously, like an arrow, but friend Fleet (who was as
superior to me in sight as I was to him in scent) overtook
and slew him ere I had scarcely emerged from the thicket.
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On my reaching Fleet, I perceived he had already commenced devouring our prize. This I stoutly resisted, sternly
informing him that I was entitled to my share, and should
insist on enforcing my claim. But as I did not feel inclined
to be unnecessarily harsh, I allowed him to pull at one end
while I tugged away at the other: thus we pretty equally
divided it. After we had finished our repast and licked off
our chops, Fleet immediately suggested the propriety of continuing the sport; but I firmly decided in the negative, as I
was anxious to return home as quick as possible, in order to
avoid any unpleasant feeling which might arise from my
lengthened absence. As I exhibited marks of blood on my
arrival, various hints were advanced as to the cause; but
bearing no signs of violence on my person, I was acquitted
of the charge of dog or cat-slaughter. It was therefore
naturally concluded that I had only paid a visit to a neighboring slaughter-house, which I often frequented with my
master for the purpose of obtaining a little refreshment.
A few days after, I again met with friend Fleet, when he
proposed a second expedition in the same direction. This
time I required but little persuasion, while he seemed far
more delighted than before. We soon succeeded in the object of our excursion, and another fine fat rabbit was among
the slain. But I arrived just in time to have the management
of the booty myself, and dared Mr. Fleet to touch a hair of
it; not from any selfish motive, but I had made up my mind
to take it home uninjured to my master. I accordingly did so,
to the great surprise and amusement of the whole family. I
couldn't have stolen it-it was too fresh: I couldn't have
caught it-I wasn't fast enough. How I got possession of it
nobody knew. Thus we had our occasional hunts; and whenever I took a notion or did not happen to be hungry, I merely
intimated my intention to Fleet, and he never dared to set a
tooth on our prey after life was extinct. At last, from my
constantly being missed, my master determined to watch me;
and as Fleet and I were one day just in the heat of the chase,
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echoed my name. Not till that moment had it occurred to
me that I was acting wrong; but by the sound of his voice
I was immediately reminded of many instances in which I
had been called in, when only a few yards 'from the house,
which made me feel truly guilty. I stopped short, relinquished
the sport, and slunk ashamed up to my master, feeling that I
deserved chastisement, though I seldom or ever knew him to
be severe with me. He administered to me this time no other
correction than a severe reprimand, which hurt my feelings
far worse than a hundred blows. That was the last time
Fleet and I ever met on such an errand. I saw him afterward occasionally, but having at once refused to re-admit
him into my confidence, and rejecting the idea of resuming
our accustomed companionship, he looked very coolly on me.
In fact, he would scarcely treat me with common civility.
Perhaps it was well for me that it was so, for he proved to
be a wild, uneducated stripling, both reckless and headstrong,
which proved his ruin. He had had some very severe lashings for killing chickens; was sorely punished for laming the
turkey-gobbler; was almost killed for murdering his mistress'
tortoise-shell cat; and not long after was shot dead while in
the act of worrying a sheep. I had every reason to be thankful for a good education; though, with it all, I had my failings, which my natural perverseness would sometimes prompt
me to encourage, against the better teachings of my knowledge
and experience.
CHAPTER XIX.
TIGER, IN HIS MOST SERIOUS MOMENTS, CAN NEITHER FORGET NOR
FORGIVE JOHNNY.
At the period of which I am now speaking I was full
two years old; and although full of that buoyancy of spirits
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fled, and I began to settle down like a reasonable animal, seldom varying from my known duties, which I considered
rather a pleasure than a task. Habit soon becomes second
nature, and if our superiors would only bestow a little pains
on our education, our gratitude and usefulness would amply
repay them for the toil. We were intended as the helpers
and protectors of man; and did he estimate us,at only half our
real worth, sheep-stealers and chicken-destroyers, curs and
bone-grubbers, would be seldom heard of in our midst; his
rest would not be disturbed by the yelping of a thousand ignorant mongrels, his friends would not be annoyed by their
ill-timed liberties, nor his house tainted by their abominations:
he might sleep secure, and enjoy that listless repose which
we know so well how to ensure to him. They say we never
sleep. Yes, we do; but with our ears as easily affected by
sound; as the aspen-leaf by the zephyr. Our hearing is susceptible of the finest discernment: we are not often deceived
by the innumerable murmurs of the e.ver-varying breeze,
nor are our nerves agitated by the creaking door; the ricketty shutter, or the medley tones of insect and reptile. We
can distinguish the footstep of a stranger, are ever faithful
to our benefactors, and rare indeed has a traitor been found
in our camp. In an uneducated state, I would ask, how far
is man our superior? And even in his highest state of refinement, how necessary are we to complete his happiness! In
how many points do we surpass him in discernment! Yea,
how often do we supply him with knowledge, which his own
instinct could never have dictated!
But as I go through my daily routine of duties, pastimes,
and enjoyments, revenge! revenge! is brooding in my bo-,
som. That confounded monkey haunts me day and night:
every time I welcome my poor old Tripey, I scent the traces
of his detested form. My blood, unbidden, curdles in my
veins, and I feel as though a hundred fleas,were dancing
a hornpipe on my backbone. I sniff around her tattered
robes, thinking perchance he may be cuddling there. I even
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the old Dame corrected me in unmeasured terms; and although
I invariably paid all deference to her commands, I never succeeded in ridding myself of that strong-grounded antipathy
with which I had been so deeply impregnated in my puphood. Yes, Tripey continued to visit me, and I was sometimes allowed to go home with her for an hour or two, when
Truffle and Tom never failed to greet me with a hearty welcome. Every neighbor seemed pleased to see me, and contrasted my shining coat and plump proportions with my former poverty-stricken appearance and shapeless form. Truffle
was really a worthy fellow, and was ever lavish in his expressions of joy when we met. He differed but little with me in
regard to Johnny, bat not being naturally gifted with the
courage with which I was endowed, and being under constant
surveillance, he had learned coolly to brook his insults, and
generally to avoid coming in contact with him, except on
particular occasions, when his services were required to satisfy the thirsty longings of his worthy mistress. As to Sam,
I had never once forgotten his selling me to the rag-man, and
ever afterwards I avoided his hypocritical caresses, and viewed
him with mistrust. He would sometimes offer me an insignificant portion of his dumpling, but my feelings were set
against him, and I almost felt inclined to growl at his feigned
caresses. On one of these friendly visits to my old instructress, master Johnny undertook to assail me with the top of
an old china tea-pot, giving me a rather severe blow on the
head, which made me so far forget myself that I immediately
flew at him and seized him by the neck, and was aggravated
enough to have finished him there right; when I was checked
by the screeching voice of old Tripey, accompanied by a
smart leathern application to my ribs. Of course, I suddenly
yielded to her authority, delighted as I felt at the agonizing
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CHAPTER XX.
TIGER CATCHES A THIEF, AND PROVES HIMSELF A TRUSTWORTHY GUARD.
One night, when, as usual, I was on guard taking my regular rounds, I heard a sudden and strange creaking of one of
the cellar-windows. I hastened to the spot, when the only article visible to my comprehension, was a pair of pantaloons
with boots at the end of them, worming their compressed
carnalities through the iron bars. I immediately seized the
most prominent part of their contents and held fast, planting
my teeth deep into their owner, whose cries speedily aroused
the inmates of the house. My younjg master was the first to
arrive, when he exclaimed, " Seize him, Tiger! shake him, Tiger! good dog, Tiger!" upon which I redoubled my efforts,
wofully lacerating the bleeding seat and understandings of
the invader, who, on hearing my master's voice, pleaded so
hard for mercy that I was called off; upon which he was
dragged out and safely conveyed to the kitchen. After he
was delivered up I ceased all idea of molesting him, as I considered I had accomplished all that could be required of me.
I was praised beyond all measure for this determined and vigorous attack, and no price could have tempted my master to
dispose of me; but I felt that I had done no more than my
duty, and, in fact, at first I had felt some hesitation in pushing my authority to such an alarming extent. Nevertheless,
seeing that I was so much praised as the principal actor in
this rather comic tragedy, I felt increased confidence in myself; and to see me keeping the long and lonely watches of
the night, you would naturally have supposed me to be "monarch of all I surveyed." Indeed, I thought more of the property which I held in trust, than I did either of myself or
my little personals, and made it a rule to allow no one to convey anything off the premises without the presence of one of
the household. On such occasions I seldom used any severe
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that I could not allow of the removal of any article without
the presence of its owner.
On more than one occasion I was compelled to be somewhat violent-once, owing to the determination of a newlyhired laborer to make off with the wheelbarrow, which I
certainly had no authority to permit. I merely took him
gently by the ancle to advise him of the trespass; but as he
seemed to disregard my warning, I increased the pressure;
upon which he suddenly dropped the handles, and backed
very cautiously toward the house, as I had then immediately
released him. I followed close upon him, without meditating
any farther interruption, but I never saw a poor fellow as
frightened as he was. 'He kept shouting the whole way, sometimes to me, and sometimes to everybody, till he backed into
the kitchen door. When he told his awful tale, it only excited
laughter, and I was praised for my sagacity and intelligence;
after which I allowed him to proceed, being satisfied that my
young master must be aware of his movements, as he stood
by when he resumed his work.
On another occasion I was near getting myself and my
master into a very serious scrape. A loaferish-looking fellow
had been in the habit of teazing me through the iron railings,
and was near breaking my leg with a stone. I had often raved
to get at him, as he poked me with a stick or pointed at me with
his finger. One day, after he had worried me to the best of
his ability, I noticed that the gate was on the jar. I forced my
way out and grabbed him by the leg, hanging on to him till I
had punished him severely. My master chanced to hear his
cries and hastened to ascertain the cause, and was absolutely on
the eve of dealing me a heavy blow, when the gardener remonstrated, assuring him that my annoyer had heartily deserved the
punishment, as he had often witnessed his unprovoked attacks
on me. But my good master, in consideration of his poverty,
paid the doctor's bill and five weeks' wages, which he had forfeited from being unable to work. Long, long after this did
he pass that way, but he never more molested me, nor did I
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CHAPTER XXI.
TIGER ACCOMPANIES HIS MASTER, WITH "PONTO" AND "MANSO," ON
HIS SHOOTING EXCURSIONS.
I often went out with my master on his shooting excursions, accompanied by his father's favorite black pointer,
Ponto, and his old setter, Manso. It was but seldom except
on such occasions that we met together, as they were kenneled in a distant yard at the back of the stable, never being
allowed the range of the garden arid grounds. On these
shooting trips my place was always in the rear, and I was
seldom appealed to, except to search for dead or wounded
game, which I invariably brought uninjured to my master's
keeping.' Ponto and Manso were well-trained, obedient animals. It really gave me great pleasure to witness their
movements, and to see how steadily they kept to their work:
they evidently understood motions with which I was totally
unacquainted; moreover, their extraordinary patience puzzled
me almost to death-old Manso especially. I have seen him
stand for half an hour at a time over a hare, with Ponto behind, just as though they were pegged down. I knew that I
dared not interfere, but I often thought it strange indeed,
after all their pretended eagerness to come in contact with
the object of their pursuit, to see them stand there like two
monuments, and with apparent reluctance consent to flush
their game. But they gave me plenty of work to catch
wounded birds; and many a time, with disfigured countenance and besmeared person, have I succeeded in delivering
to the anxious sportsmen what to them was irrecoverably
lost; and although I was of too impatient a temperament to
stand steadily longing for what was within my grasp, yet I
was often of essential service, in starting to the sportman's
view sundry winged bipeds and hairy quadrupeds, which
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sides, I was by far the best water-dog, and could swim and
dive like a duck. Although Ponto and Manso were never
backward in braving the watery element, I was the main dependence of my master in all these aquatic feats, as neither
of them could boast of my energy and daring. While they
were puddling and surveying, I was close on the trail of the
fugitive, or following him beneath the bubbling surface' of
his native element. On many occasions neither Ponto nor
Manto were considered necessary: as for hares, rabbits, and
ducks, I was even considered their superior, and so habituated was I to my master's voice, that he could direct me in
any way he pleased. Indeed, we understood each other's
movements so well, that I required but little dictation. Although I was invariably inclined for an immediate advance
on the enemy, I was too conscious of the superior judgment
of my benefactor, to persist in any movement contrary to his
commands.   I could see clearly, though, that in many instances he depended on me alone, and waited as anxious on
me for a decisive step, as I looked to him for my choice morsels. I was never so happy as when in his company, and we
mutually enjoyed the fun, as away we dashed merrily along,
freshening at every object of sport, and reposing only on an
empty powder-flask or an exhausted shot-pouch. We indeed
became so wedded to each other's society, that the shadow of
the one indicated the presence of the other. His footsteps,
however light, his voice, however indistinct to others, were
as well known to me as my own bark. Not only could I
divine where he was, but where he was not. I knew well
the room where he slept; and when his window was first
opened in the morning, we were the first of the family to exchange the compliments of the day. When he sallied forth
without me, how sad I felt! how lonely the hours rolled
away! Every distant sound awakened my attention, and
every bell brought me to the gate. Such has been my
anxiety in his absence, that, contrary to my known duty, I
have deserted the house and started in search of him, many
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this he would sometimes gently reprimand me, but soft indeed were his threats, and affectionate his warnings, well
knowing that he alone was the cause of my disinterested
transgression.
CHAPTER XXII.
TIGER SAVES THE LIFE OF HIS MASTER.
One night (well do I remember) my master had gone on
horseback to spend the day with a friend at a distance. We
both passed the day there very agreeably, though I confess
I was somewhat tired, having traveled ten miles at my utmost speed. The weather was intensely cold. After having
enjoyed a bountiful repast, as usual on such occasions, I
lounged away the greater part of the day on the hearth-rug
before the blazing fire. Night came on. It was late when my
master's horse was ordered, and as he was a spirited animal,
requiring neither whip nor spur, his feet tripped lightly over
the king's highway, so that I, with my best powers, could
barely keep pace with the rampant steed. But while I was
pressing closely on him, he took a sudden fright, throwing
my master into a deep quarry, and escaping at full and frantic
speed toward home. Not so with me. I instantaneously
descended to my master, whom I found still and speechless.
I tried to arouse him, but in vain. I pulled his coat and
licked his face, but he showed no signs of motion. I then
became exceedingly alarmed, and concluded (after having
remainded some time by his side, awaiting signals of animation) to hasten homeward and give information of my distress to the inmates of the house, and persuade them, if possible, to come to his relief. With this decision I started at
full gallop, considering the most ingenious method of conveying the tidings of this sad catastrophe. My master was the
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liar language and mode of expression, so that I naturally anticipated some difficulty in making myself understood. On
reaching home, however, I hastened to scratch at the kitchendoor, which was soon opened to me: but, instead of awaiting my errand, the servant abruptly closed it on me and
ordered me off. How reluctantly did I comply with the
command! I paced up and down, considering what I should
do, my anxiety increasing every step. Notwithstanding,
I decided on making another attempt, in doing which I was
abruptly assailed with a whip, grievously threatened, and imperiously ordered to bed. Imagine my feelings at the very
introduction of my woful tale! I wandered to an fro, distracted and hopeless, and was on the eve of hastening back
in despair to my master, when I thought I would yet make
one desperate effort. I went to the front parlor window, and
there exerted my lungs to their utmost extent, uttering the
most incoherent, pitiful sounds, which succeeded at last in
attracting the attention of the inmates. On hearing me, the
first question was, "What dog is that?" and the question was
echoed by the whole family: well it might be, for I scarcely
knew myself what I was saying, so thoroughly agitated did I
feel. The bell was rung, and the servant ordered to inquire
what noisy brute was uttering such pitiful moanings. The night
was bleak and frigid, and the bright, twinkling stars spoke
volumes of frost and cold: but I felt it not; my thoughts
centered alone on my absent friend. Such was my attachment, that I could have frozen to death by his side without
a murmur. But I was bent on his deliverance.
O, how I longed for the power of speech! but as I was
denied a speaking knowledge of the language of man, my
only resort was to teach him my own; and I have been more
than aggravated to think that our superiors should not even
comprehend our most simple and ordinary methods of speech,
while we are regaled with kicks, blows, huffs, and cuffs, if
we do not instantaneously digest what we have never even
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conscious faults, how are we to define when we really deserve correction? It is true, most -of us require restraint,
and many stubborn ones are reproved by timely chastisement; but ill-timed punishment and human ill-treatment
often defeat their objects; rendering us abject cowards, degrading us to the level of outcast bone-grubbers, and incapacitating us from taking a stand in any respectable canine
society.
But half a kitchen-full immediately bounced out, armed
and unarmed, to encounter the noisy brute who had dared
to disturb the sanctity of the cozy evening chat; when, to
their great surprise, Tiger alone was there. It was with
trembling joy that I welcomed their footsteps, almost dreading the total rejection of my suit. But he who had twice
cast me from the door.in anger, now bethought himself that
something might be wrong. - Seeing that I was not repulsed,
I pushed my pleadings still further and ventured into the
kitchen, determined to be understood by somebody. I ran
out to the gate and back, as I thought all' had made up their
minds to ignore my errand: I even ventured to make a gentle attack on the footman's breeches. This convinced him
that something must be wrong, especially as it occurred to him
at the moment that I left home with my master in the morning, and had been absent all day. The information was
conveyed to the parlor, and inquiries were immediately set
on foot concerning what had become of my young master.
Upon this the stableman entered, hastily announcing that the
horse without a rider was standing at the gate. The mystery
was at once solved, and Tiger was supposed to know all
about it. I was instantaneously appealed to, and joyfully
-did I respond to their invitations. I signified to them to
follow me. The stableman and footman were detailed for
the journey. With their two lanterns they shivered after
me, while I kept hurrying on out of their sight, continually
returning to bid them hasten their steps, while (as I thought)
my master might be sleeping in the arms of death.
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ed the pit, while they followed me with the utmost caution
and difficulty. They tried in vain to arouse him to consciousness: his pulse had apparently ceased to beat, his limbs
were stiffened with cold. Sadly they bore him to his home,
where shrieks of lamentation announced our arrival. I saw
him stretched on the hearth-rug before a blazing fire, where
all hands were employed ini rubbing his frigid form and endeavoring to administer stimulating cordials. What was our
mutual joy as we witnessed returning signs of animation1
Yes, my master was again restored to me. His bruises happened to be light, but the frost had paralyzed his frame, and
he must have perished but for Tiger-faithful, disinterested,
affectionate Tiger! I expected' no reward for his recovery,
and was repaid a hundred-fold by the first kind word that
escaped his lips.
But although I had done no more than I was prompted
to by duty and affection, still all my acquaintances, on hearing of my devoted sagacity, lavished on me both gifts and
praises, far more than I either merited or desired.
CHAPTER        XXIII.
TIGER'S ACQUAINTANCE WITH THE NEWFOUNDLAND DOG ROSWELL.HYDROPHOBIA.--TIGER'S COGITATIONS.
As I journeyed onward, my acquaintances multiplied;
both biped and quadruped generally treating me with kindness and respect. Roswell, one of the finest specimens of the
Newfoundland breed, was gradually extending himself into
doghood. Although his harum-scarum ideas did not admit
of his being allowed to range in my sphere, yet we saw each
other almost daily; he was even allowed to accompany me
in short trips with my young master, He was a dear, loving
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had to threaten him for his puppish antics. Although I admit I really often enjoyed a good romp with this mammoth
specimen of mirth and good humor, I felt disinclined to second him in all his puerile and boisterous ebullitions; consequently, when he importuned me with his unseemly frolics,
I was compelled to enforce my authority; after which he seldom persisted in the annoyance. But he grew older and
wiser, and waxed in knowledge as he waxed in stature. He
had his training to go through, and although his tutor (the
coachman) was not as apt as old Tripey, to whom I was so
deeply indebted for all my primary lessons, still Roswell was
naturally very intelligent, and in fetching and carrying he
appeared more like a teacher than a scholar. Above all things,
the old lady was sent for to teach him to carry me; moreover, to teach me to be carried by him; for I believe no one
else would have persuaded me to consent to such an extraordinary method of traveling. However, with me her word
was a law, and her authority I dared not dispute. She soon
reconciled us both to the operation-me to get into a large
hand-basket, and Roswell to carry me about. It became, at
last, quite an amusement to us both, and I generally hastened
to meet him, as I saw him coming with his basket in search
of me. We often delighted the company together, and Roswell was ever the first to cry out, Enough! He was exceedingly well-behaved to me at all times, and I never knew him
to take advantage of his superior strength; although I occasionally gave him sufficient cause for resentment, as I sometimes felt indisposed and absolutely refused to enter the traveling basket when he knowingly presented.it to me. He
was very fond of the water, but in spite of his enormous
bulk, I invariably beat him in the race, when he bore his
defeat with perfect good humor, and would even give way to
me, rather than incur my displeasure. Poor fellow! he had
scarcely reached his second year when he fell a victim to his
passions. The object of his suit having disdainfully rejected
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irritable deportment, that even I dared not to approach him.
Shortly after, he lost all possession of himself, became infuriated, and hastily fled from his home, unconscious and reckless of his course, mangling every living thing that crossed
his path in a journey of twelve or fourteen miles; at the end
of which a bullet traversed his heart, and Roswell fell on the
bank of the river Severn, the victim of hydrophobia-the
remains of a mad dog!
Several of my canine acquaintances have met with a
similar fate, generally through the ignorance or neglect of
their masters. Some were fed on unwholesome food, others
lacked fresh water or were exposed to the rays of a burning
sun, or, perhaps, like my worthy friend Roswell, were the
victims of disappointed affection. But we are the by-word
of all creation; and although many of our genus are overpetted and pampered, yet thousands, unconscious of our
capacities and regardless of our welfare, entail misery on our
race, by denying us the privilege of developing our almost
reasoning instinct, thereby causing us to be condemned as
skulking bone-grubbers and midnight marauders. Even the
meanest of our kindred is faithful to his duty, and we need
but kindness and good treatment, to induce us to perform
cheerfully and readily, to our utmost capacity, all that we
have been able to absorb from the teachings of man. I myself have suffered a hundred times from the indiscriminating
ferocity and untutored impudence of my own class. Although I feared nothing but to disobey my master, could I
submit to be imposed on and insulted by every overgrown
specimen of perverted dogdom? True, I have many a time
indignantly retired, rather than converse or even exchange
civilities with such ill-bred, untutored quadrupeds; yet, on
various occasions, my business was such as to demand my
presence amid a motley assemblage of rampant ignorance
and insolence. At such meetings I have found myself compelled to resist and repel all unprovoked attacks, and have
generally succeeded in ridding myself of the aggressors.
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lawless rowdies, and have come out both lacerated and
defaced. These attacks had engendered in me a certain mistrust of the whole fraternity, so that with all strangers I
assuined a dignified, distant, self-confident demeanor, which
seldom failed to impose respect even from the most refractory. But a word from my master was enough: cat, dog,
badger, bull, or bear, all were one to me. At his command
I seized my antagonist, regardless of danger, thoughtless of
my own safety, and bent on destruction. He, and he alone,
could restrain my fury, and even then did I reluctantly obey
his commands, such was the violence of my excited temper.
I was born so, and to conquer it has been the main study of
my life, though I succeeded only to a certain extent; but
without education I might have lived a perfect hyena, lacerating friend and foe, seeking for blood, a scourge to the flock
and the pest of society.
CHAPTER XXIV.
IGER RAT-KILLING WITH A hOST OF HIS ASSOCIATES.-GREAT
EXCITEMENT IN THE WHEAT-STACK.
But my own immediate neighborhood was far from being
deficient in useful and trustworthy members of human and
canine society. The farmers were plundered and annoyed
to an alarming extent by swarms of rats, who held, for a
season, undisputed possession of their wheat-stacks. When
such was known to be the case, a general killing-day was
announoed, and we, who delighted in the destruction of
these detestable vermin, held a general meeting for the purpose of concerting measures for signing their death-warrants.
Sometimes twenty or thirty of us would post ourselves in
military order around an immense wheat-rick, and as sheaf
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an opportunity of distinguishing ourselves by ridding society
of these unwelcome intruders. Seldom did any escape our
grasp, when Brandy, Pinch, Snap, Vick, and Rip; Bill,
Jack, and Cribb; Fan, Bob, and Trip, together with my
respectful self were found on guard.
To the lovers of fun this must have been a real treat, to
see how each, backed by his master, waited with bursting
gaze to pounce on every fugitive as he ventured on flight.
Sometimes a troop would venture out at once: then for the
hallooing, the hustling and squeaking, the shaking and
pounding! The game was truly alive, and the names of
Tiger, Cribb, Jack, Snap, and the rest of our fraternity, were
continually sounded with ecstatic joy, as their struggling
victims uttered their farewell squeaks. Old Tripey seldom
failed to be present on these important occasions, when her
shrill voice was heard above all cheers and laughter, boasting of her Tiger, and offering to stake a whole basket of
tripe that I would beat them all. Friend Truffle never ventured within twenty yards of the scene of action, but was
generally heard raising his yelp in timid exultation; yet on
the approach of a rat, he preferred making room for one of
his bolder brethren, rather than expose his countenance to
be disfigured. The fact is, when he was quite young, Tripey
was so proud of him and so conscious of his abilities, that she
ventured to bring him into close contact with a high-fed, fullydeveloped dog-rat. Friend Truffle made a bold and desperate attack on him, when the despairing beast traversed his
upper jaw with his pointed grinders, causing poor young
Truffle to utter the most piercing yells, as he vainly endeavored to disengage his bleeding muzzle from the death-like
gripe of his pugnacious foe, who, however, effected his
escape without being seriously wounded. This was master
Truffle's first lesson, and it so impregnated him with the idea
of the omnipotence of rats on youthful countenances, that
Tripey herself, with her powers of almost canine persuasion,
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rable. He had made up his mind, no doubt after mature
consideration, not to expose himself to such casualties for the
future. Thus, he generally stood aloof on these perilous
rendezvous. I really think he was somewhat amused with
the sport, although he invariably kept at such a respectful
distance.
On reaching near the bottom of the stack the excitement
increased, many of the invaders being determined to remain
as long as there was the least hope of shelter. But as the
sheaves thinned off they swarned out in droves, the whole
company of us dashing right and left, fore and aft, north,
south, east, and west, and a general melee ensued, causing
wholesale slaughter among these houseless interlopers, few
of whom ever escaped to cross the frontier. After the windup, the carcasses of the slain were numbered, and a sight it
was, to see our separate piles of exterminated vermin, as we
each stood by, silently glorying over their blood-stained carcasses, our numerous tails wagging silently in concert. How
joyfully we viewed our lifeless prey! regretting only that
we could not recall them to life, to enjoy once more their
final squeak. As each competitor had to pay sixpence or a
shilling to the owner of the dog who killed the most rats, I
was invariably awarded the premiums, which were as regularly handed over to poor old Tripey, who caused the valley to ring with my praises, and furnished herself many
a gratuitous night's lodging in the ditch, generally not far
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CHAPTER XXV.
JOHNNY PICKS THE MAGPIE, SPOILS THE TRIPE, AND IS SOLD TO AN
ORGAN GRINDER.
Great was my surprise, as I paid my usual visit to the old
dame, on observing the absence of one of our old boarders.
That confounded Johnny was no longer at his post; but as
Tripey kept repeating his name to me, I expected every moment to see him make his appearance. But no Johnny was
clean gone. He was now the property of an Italian organgrinder, who had purchased him of the old lady, in the presence of an empty tripe-basket and a husky throat. I doubt
whether the empty tripe-basket and husky throat alone would
have tempted my old mistress to dispose of him; but she
had been so enraged by his malicious antics, the day before,
that she vowed and protested, aye, absolutely swore, he should
never stop another night in her house. In her absence the
villain had broken loose, and after having mixed up the boiling tripe with soot and ashes, had taken down her favorite
magpie, picked every feather off his tortured pelt, and on
her arrival, was in the act of amusing himself in assisting
him to hobble about in shapeless nudity.
Tripey was well-nigh frantic with rage, and so belabored
his trembling hide that his screams attracted the neighbors,
who with difficulty succeeded in respiting his life. All that
night she was heard to utter little more than three words"monkey! tripe! and magpie!" while Sam, who giggled out
indignant bursts of the most decided delight at the occurrence, was occasionally saluted with a tea-kettle, frying-pan,
or three-legged stool, accompanied by the most solemn vows
to deprive him for ever of his favorite pot-skimmings. Truffle
appeared much gayer than usual, delighted with Johnny's
absence; testifying his satisfaction by running backward
and forward to his late dormitory, and inviting me to join
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recovered his fright, for he had trembled lest he should share
the fate of his unlucky comrade, and it was long ere he resumed his wonted loquacity.
CHAPTER XXVI.
TIGER IS AVENGED, AND SLAYS THE DETESTED JOHNNY.
But that vile scoundrel Johnny's days were numbered.
As I happened one day to be taking an airing with my master, who was on horseback, I was suddenly startled by the
sound of an organ proceeding from a side-road. I chanced to
cast a glance that way, as my master was slowly pacing onward, when I perceived the hated Johnny dancing to the music. I hesitated for a moment as to the propriety of diverging
from my path, bethinking me of the thousand insults he
had heaped upon me, his oft-repeated tugs, pulls, and pinches,
his sneaking, vicious grins, his treachery and hypocrisy. I
stood doubting between my duty and my ruling passion, when
I suddenly decided on the most desperate revenge. Making
a few hasty bounds, I seized my adversary by the throat, and,
reckless of his agonizing shrieks and of the blows inflicted
on me by the astonished spectators, I continued to deepen
my impressions on him, as he vainly implored for mercy. My
passions were so completely aroused, that I believe that even
death itself would have found my teeth buried in his hated
form. But I was in the act of giving him his final shake,
when my master, attracted by the medley uproar, and I not
answering to his call, hastily galloped to the scene of action,
dismounted, and insisted on my relaxing my hold. Never did
I so unwillingly obey his commands, for although considerably pounded and somewhat disfigured in my physiognomy, I
felt myself more than a match for a hundred monkeys. But
the die was cast. On releasing my hold, Johnny opened his
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in my presence; and I, revengeful Tiger, would have forfeited the best pot of tripe that my old mistress had ever cooked,
for the privilege even of a single shake at my lifeless oppressor. The crowd had now decided on finishing me; but as
my master grasped me in his arms to save me from their attacks, they withdrew to condole with the almost disconsolate
and monkeyless organ-grinder. My master, however, previous
to our leaving, compensated him for his loss, with the reasonable advice to keep his monkeys at home. It was not till after
he settled the bill, that he recognized the remains of the wellknown Johnny; and as he had long been aware of my deserved hatred toward him for his numerous unprovoked
annoyances, I believe he almost pardoned me for ridding myself of an enemy, who for years had succeeded in escaping
my resentment: besides, he had ever such an exalted opinion of me, that I believe he thought me scarcely capable of
doing wrong. Although I confess I was occasionally tempted to commit some acts of insubordination, still, as he considered me so far superior in talents and education to the
majority of our race, to say nothing of my having preserved
his property and saved his life, he seldom spoke to me in
anger or threatened me with stripes.
CHAPTER          XXVII.
TIGER'S FRIEND, "TRUSTY," THE SHEPHERD-DOG.
But we often, in our sporting trips, spent half the day in
indulging among the farmers, where we enjoyed good fare
and a hearty welcome. The gun reposed in the chimney
corner, my master in the beehive chair, while I lay stretched
to my utmost length or condensed to my shortest growth,
fronting the blazing faggot or smouldering log, except at intervals, when I fancied a stroll in the surrounding fields.
At one of these rustic depots of fat bacon and good
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friend Trusty, a shepherd-dog of excellent breeding and of
somewhat refined education. Although he could neither
boast of town tricks nor city antics, he was quite an adept in
his profession, and occasionally put me to the blush by his
wonderful performances. In spite of his partiality for me,
and notwithstanding my oft-repeated invitations, he never
would consent even to a ramble or a romp, till his sheep
were safely folded or his presence dispensed with. No sheep
so wandering, but he could restore it to the flock; none so
rampant, but he could hold him in safety; not one so restive,
but must obey his commands. He would take them out and
guide them home: the sound of his voice alone sufficed to
warn the most inexperienced, to check the most unruly.
Though none appeared to fear, yet all felt bound to obey
him. The tender lamb, with instinctive consciousness of
safety, reposed peacefully by his side, and the whole flock
submitted to his gentle yet decisive commands. He watched
them by day and guarded them by night, and the faithful
Trusty was never known to neglect his duty or desert his
flock. His temper was often put to the test by the obstreperous subjects of his charge, blit so gentle were his corrections
that none bore marks of his resentment. For my part, I
have always considered myself of too irritable a disposition
to undertake the management of such a diversity of tempers, often wondering how so gentle a sway should command
universal respect.  His equanimity of temper was really
astonishing, and certainly well befitting his station and responsibilities. In private life he was none the less amiable.
By his gentle manners, his familiar yet unobtrusive deportment, he had secured the admiration and respect of a large
circle of acquaintances. Often, in his leisure intervals, have we
roved the fields together, cooled ourselves in the fish-pond,
and polished ourselves in the grass; and not even in our
most boisterous diversions have I known a single hasty or
unkind   expression to mar our friendly perambulations.
What a strange contrast between my learned friend Trusty,
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every changing breeze, and priding themselves in their unmeaning and ceaseless yelping, charmed with the echo of
their own insignificance, live unenvied and unlamented!
Education might have moulded them to be both useful and
profitable members of society; but, alas! they were either
considered unworthy, or their owners were careless of the
task.
CHAPTER        XXVIII.
TIGER'S ATTACHMENT TO " VICK," A FEMALE BLACK-AND-TAN
TERRIER.-HER PROPERTIES AND CHARACTERISTICS.
My acquaintances were not all of the masculine gender;
I had many deserving favorites among the opposite sex; and
I flatter myself, that although I was perhaps too prone to be
somewhat haughty and vindictive toward many of my brethren, not in the whole course of my canine career can I recall
a single instance of the slightest rudeness or inattention, much
less of hostility, even to the most unrefined of females. This
feeling was the inborn production of my own native instinct:
not a word on the subject had even been whispered to me
in my early days, nor hinted as I ripened in education and
experience. In this point, even we of inferior mould may be
said to surpass untutored manhood-aye, even civilized monsters of humanity, refined bipeds of the highest grade; many
of whom neglect, abuse, and even torture those delicate forms,
which their superior reason has bid them to respect and cherish. But far be it from me to establish my own reputation,
lby heaping infamy on those whose mandates I was born to
obey. Still, I shall, be proud indeed if, by extolling our virtues and exposing our failings, I should succeed in presenting such a true and living picture of ourselves as may engage
those who feel somewhat interested in our behalf, to study
our nature, inclinations, and habits, to cultivate our flexible,
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demonstrating that we were not born to howl and growl, to
annoy and destroy, but to be the friends and guardians, the
helpers and companions of man; ever disinterested and faithful in his service, ready and willing to execute his commands.
But I can't help thinking of several of my female acquaintances. One in particular, Vick, an elegant, fine bred,
black-and-tan terrier, who belonged to an old friend of my
master. She was one of the prettiest creatures I ever saw;
such a lovely form and such gentle manners, so affable and
obliging-in fine, so thoroughly educated, that she rendered
herself worthy of my highest estimation. We performed
many extraordinary tricks together for the amusement of
our friends, and I am not ashamed to confess that she often
outwitted me, as she seemed intimate with the names of articles that I never even heard of. Out of a dozen, she could
pick out any one named, and hand it to any person pointed
out. She would even ransack the pockets of a whole party,
in search of anything that was lost; would lead the young
child about like a mother, and, when in the cradle, would
watch over it as tenderly. She was as quick as lightning in
the destruction of all kinds of vermin, took letters to the
post-office, could ring the bell, open and shut the door, put
out the candle, and as a proof of her nocturnal fidelity, she
never absented herself from her master's door during his
hours of slumber. These are only a few of her acquirements;
but her amiable, winning disposition was, to me, far more endearing than all her educational performances; and I must
avow I have occasionally felt rather jealous that she should
be more noticed and petted than myself. Yes, I became devotedly attached to her, and more than once have I incurred
my master's displeasure, for having absented myself from
home to enjoy the pleasure of her society. I felt, on these
occasions, a consciousness of neglecting my duty, but my impulses were too powerful for canine resistance-my education
was unequal to their government, and my will too stubborn
to be controlled, when Vicky was the object of my pursuit,
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I was not without rivals. Many a duel have I fought, and
received many a wound, in support of my jealous disposition
and headstrong attachment. But Vicky was fickle, and complacently admitted the attentions of a variety of suitors. This
was her greatest defect; and although I am far from declaring
that she alone was mistress of my affections, yet I could nQt
but feel irritated, and even enraged, with any interloper who
dared to make her any advances in my presence. She was
the innocent cause of leading me into some serious scrapes:
I was, nevertheless, unremitting in my attentions, occasionally
regardless even of the interests of him I was wont to respect.
CHAPTER XXIX.
TIGER BOUND FOR SPAIN.-mHIS VISIT TO LONDON.
But "there is a tide in the affairs of" dogs as well as of
men, and I for a season was to be severed from all my old
acquaintances, both human and canine. My master was bound
for a journey into Spain, and Tiger, the faithful Tiger, must
be the companion of his travels. Little did I imagine the
cause of the excitement, when the whole family crowded
around us with their parting erhbraces. Even old Tripey,
aware of our departure, stood whimpering with Truffle by
her side, as we mounted the stage-coach which was to convey us on our way to London. She hugged and kissed me,
bidding me (as she thought) a "long and last farewell."
Truffle gave me a very significant wag, the old lady burst into
tears, and away we went. Though it was not the first time
I had rode in a carriage, this parting seemed somewhat strange
to me. True, I felt no regret, heaved not a sigh, nor shed a
single tear, but was as usual delighted beyond measure at the
prospect before me-such as I had ever realized with my master-good treatment, good fare, and good sport. On arriving
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and could easily have persuaded myself that a shadow of fear
had crossed my somewhat bewildered imagination. As I
dodged my master among dense masses of boots and shoes,
fearing I might be the peculiar subject of attraction, I had
not the remotest idea of whither he was hurrying me, although,
regardless of all obstacles, I kept worming my way onward,
dreading lest I should not only lose myself, but my only
friend and protector. During our short stay, I dared not absent myself a moment from his side; by his feet at the diningtable, by his heels in his meanderings, and in his sleeping-hours
I neither desired nor was allowed to be out of his presence.
Unaccustomed to city life, though never for a moment wishing to desert my master, I often longed for my cherished and
happy home in the country, where my footsteps were free and
my circuit undefined. But here, though pampered with all
the delicacies of the season, and extolled by the 'flattery of a
thousand strangers, I fattened and lolled at the expense of my
spirits, leading amonotonous and uninteresting life: no Charley,
or Vicky, or Pastor, or Truffle, to enliven my spirits! no ratting, no swimming, not a green field to ramble in, not a
rabbit to hunt! After a few long weeks, in which I had revelled in gluttony, indolence, and inactivity, I found myself,
in company with my master, on board ship, completely surrounded with water in the stormy Bay of Biscay. I first began
scrutinizing every hole and. corner in the vessel, to satisfy
myself of my whereabouts and ascertain the length of my
range. As I wandered from port-hole to port-hole, and viewed
all around the expanse of rolling waters, I declined casting
myself on their turbid bosom, fearing that I might not be
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CHAPTER XXX.
TIGER'S FIRST LANDING IN SPAIN.
A few stormy days landed us on a foreign soil. But to
me the country was far less strange than the people, as their
queer, discordant notes were to me indeed incomprehensible.
Although their conversation was often addressed to me, I gave
but little heed to (I presumed) their introductory remarks,
feeling rather inclined to shrink from notes of such doubtful
import. But my master soon explained to me the meaning
of a variety of terms, so that in a month or two I was
thoroughly competent to execute many of his orders in
Spanish as well as in English. Indeed, the natives considered
me a very apt scholar, remarking that sundry bipeds of
huinan extraction made far less progress than myself. Having previously acquired a partial understanding of the French
language, I was no doubt the better prepared to absorb
ideas in a kindred brogue. However, I gradually became
naturalized to my new habits, and I must say I never met
with more real kindness, even in my most domestic rovings.
I soon began to form acquaintances of my own race, and, as
a general rule, I confess they were far less quarrelsome and
snarlish than the majority of English canines. Whether
there was anything in my appearance calculatedl to command
fear or respect, is not for me to decide, but I observed a certain shyness in their approaches toward me, and a general
unwillingness among them even to exchange with me the
common civilities of the day. I have often, on my approach,
witnessed the dispersal of a whole company, who either
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CHAPTER XXXI.
TIGER'S ACQUAINTANCE WITH " LINDA," A FEMALE SPANISH
POINTER,
Notwithstanding this, I met with some very agreeable
society, especially in Linda, a female pointer, who occasionally accompanied us in our sporting jaunts. She did not
reside with us, but boarded at the house of a poor peasant,
where she was endowed with a numerous offspring, two of
which added to the pleasure of our homeward trip to England.
There we often visited her and her motley scions. Old
Tripey's cottage was a palace indeed, when contrasted with
the unvarnished aspect of her keeper's dwelling.   Four
pebbled walls and a raftered roof, encased with mud, (enclosing the bare earth beneath,) formed the solitary apartment of
a numerous family, comprising Linda's keeper, his wife, and
three children, whose elevated and tattered couch indicated
their noble descent and pedigree, and occupied the most important angle of this distinguished abode. In the opposite
corner lay Linda and her progeny, contentedly cuddled away
among a few leaves of Indian corn. In the third corner,
within a small enclosure, grunted two thriving hogs, whose
snouts I could seldom refrain from pinching, when they intruded themselves to my notice. The fourth was the nightly
abode of the feathered tribe, whose stately and pugnacious
senior was ever the first to announce approaching dawn,
arousing the happy inmates of this peaceful dwelling. To
complete the whole, under the dormitory of the human family
burrowed a troop of rabbits, one of which I had inadvertently
slaughtered, previous to my being initiated into the domestic
arrangements of this blissful amalgamation of hair, bristles,
fur, and feathers. A blazing fire in the centre, surrounded by
the lords of creation, occasionally shed its glow to the remotest corner of this favored domicil, while the smoke crept
lazily out of the glassless window and open door. But this
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branches of the family from the smoking emporium of Indian
bread and ferrapas,* was a signal for the inferiors to prepare
for action. I have been present on these occasions, but have
invariably refused their proffered hospitality, as quite unsuited to the palate of the celebrated Tiger. But Linda was
contented and happy-far from displaying in her person any
lack of the necessaries or comforts of life, although she
evinced an almost ecstatic delight at the very odor of a meal
from my master's table, and was never known to take supper
on her return home. We have had many delightful trips
together, in company with my master. She attended to the
quail and partridge department, while I busied myself in
hunting up rabbits, squirrels, foxes, etc. We generally had
plenty of sport, but I believe I could have killed a hundred
rats while she stood gazing at a single partridge. As she
understood no other language than her native Spanish, and I
was often in her company, I improved rapidly in comprehending my master's orders, as they were delivered to her
in that language. I was, above all, delighted to find that she
understood our English canine lingo as well as I did myself:
in fact, it was this that struck me on my first landing-that
even the most common-looking mongrel was on the most
intimate terms with all the different and difficult intonations
of barking, howling, snarling, whining, yelling, growling,
and a hundred other indicative notes, which no foreign race
has scarcely ever taken the pains to interpret. No: unfortunately for us, we are ofttimes unable to convey our ideas
to our superiors, in spite of our varied notes and expressive
looks, and wonder why man should be so slow of comprehension, so inattentive to our wants, so careless of our
welfare.
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CHAPTER         XXXII.
TIGER INTRODUCES US TO HIS FRIEND " BLANCO," A SPANISH SETTER.
Blanco, too, was a worthy fellow, a white setter of superior stamp. We met almost daily in our evening promenades,
and amused ourselves in company with our masters, dashing
into the sea and frolicking together. Not an angry sound
ever passed between Blanco and me, as we walked side by
side, sometimes for hours, in happy communion. This faithful game-hunter never left his master without orders, neither
could he be tempted to follow another; but at his command
would accompany (though sometimes reluctantly) the greatest
alien: neither would he allow any one to touch him without
his master's consent; after which, he was delighted with the
stranger's caresses. I admired him for this, as we both had
undergone the same teachings, and we have occasionally
changed masters for a season; I was then ordered to follow
his master and he to accompany mine. At such times I suppose our feelings were somewhat similar,.as we both seemed
to consider it rather unkind. Although Blanco was occasionally the whole day off with us,/ my master was so afraid of
anything happening to me, that he would never consent to
my lengthened absence. Blanco had a wonderful memory:
for if anything had been pointed out to him a mile off, in the
morning, he would fetch it at any time of the day; would
retrace an hour's march to find what was lost, allowed no one,
without orders, to enter his master's bedroom, roused him up
every morning at the accustomed hour, fetched his hat, cane,
etc.,,and led the horse to water. Many other useful offices
did Blanco perform, in perfect good humor, and was never so
delighted as when serving his benefactor. Besides, he was a
perfect hunter, carefully presenting every trophy uninjured
to his master, and tiring only over a gameless country or a
luckless fowling-piece. What useful animals we are! If man
only had enough of us, well trained and educated, he might
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many of whom serve him only to serve themselves; while
we, without fee or reward, scour the mountain, thread the
meadow, and penetrate the forest, in search of his sustenance,
contented with the crumbs that fall from his table, and even
when starving by his side, remain faithful even unto death.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
TIGER JOINS THE WOLF-HUNT IN THE PYRENEES, IN COMPANY WITH
"PASTo," " 4i1ON," ETC.
But I had a task to perform for which I considered myself wholly incompetent, though I did prove of essential service. There was to be a wolf-hunt! I did not consider myself a match for a wolf, in spite of my master having declared
he was not afraid to venture me. Accordingly, we started for
a Pyreneean wolf-hunt. Such an assemblage of peasants I
nA~er saw. They came by hundreds, well armed with shovel,
pickaxe, spade, hoe, pistol, blunderbuss, gun, sword, club,
and spade-in fine, every instrument they could lay their
hands on. I was somewhat startled at the sight of such a
ferocious set of bipeds, and rather excited lest they might intend me some greivous bodily harm; but they all seemed
delighted to make my acquaintance, as they all surrounded
me and examined me from tip to toe, declaring they had
never seen anything like me before. But when my master
told them that I was going to stir the wolf out of the almost
impenetrable furze and underwood, they smiled very doubtfully, looking at each other in vacant astonishment. They
were accompanied by several noble, majestic canines, Pyreneean or Alpine shepherd-dogs, vastly superior to me in
nerve and muscle, and well capable of entering into single
combat with the most ferocious wolf; but, not only were they
too bulky to thread themselves into his dense retreat, but it
also struck me they were too careful of themselves to venture
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treated me with the greatest civility. They certainly seemed
determined to carry home a correct account of my geometrical proportions, as they completely registered my person
from stem to stern. As this operation was performed with
perfect good humor, without any unpleasant or derogatory
remarks on their part, I coolly submitted to their scrutinizing
examination.
These preliminaries being concluded, the signal was given
and the hunters formed a circle of perhaps a mile in diameter,
which lessened as we drew nearer the centre, thus gradually
approaching the field of battle. Now for the tug of war!
The cry Lobo! * Lobo! Lobo! was shouted and echoed by a
hundred tongues. Away sped the wolf, dashing wildly along,
Pastor and Leon pressing closely on his heels; but he soon
buried himself in the matted furze, and bid them defiance.
My turn was now come. I had joined in the chase, but they
were fleeter than I. While they were baying furiously,
pacing hither and thither around the cowardly fugitive, my
master ordered me to force my way to his matted lair.. I
bold and fearlessly bored my way through bush and bramble, thorn and briar, till I espied the glaring daylights of my
desperate adversary. I had never found myself face to face
with such a fearful antagonist; but I was in for it, and as I
had never yet beat a retreat, such an inglorious resolve did
not even threaten me now. Often had I encountered rat,
cat, weasel and polecat, fox and badger; but this was game
of a higher order, demanding heavier metal and more extensive ivories than I could boast. What I lacked, then, in
dimensions, had to be atoned for in pluck. Fearless, reckless,
and desperate, I threw myself wildly on him, first seizing
him by the fore-leg, when I immediately felt his pointed
grinders lacerating my shoulders; but I was too earnest and
maddened to relax my hold, which punished him to that degree, that, speedily releasing me, he uttered a most frightful
yell, thinking perchance to frighten me into terms; failing
in which, he bolted from his seclusion, dragging me after
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him, till, reaching the open space, he was seized by Pastor
and Leon, who, with my assistance, dispatched him with a
few simple embraces of their capacious jaws. My praises
"rang the regions round," after several of these hazardous
and bloody encounters, and many were the visits paid me
from all quarters. Large amounts were continually offered
for me, but my master had made up his mind that I should
never be owned by-another; that, as I afforded him so much
amusement, and satisfaction, had preserved his property and
saved his life, I should still be his companion in prosperity
and adversity.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
TIGER MEETS WITH HIS OLD FRIEND "SOTO."-HIS OPINION OF
POODLES.
Of all the canine acquaintances I had formed in Spain,
none had afforded me more pleasure than I experienced
in meeting my old friend Soto, an elegant cocker-spaniel,
which my master had previously sent from England as
a present to his friend, the Marquis of V. We had
been on the most intimate terms in England, where, although rather wild and uneducated, he was of an inoffensive
and playful disposition. In spite of his having never undergone any regular course of instruction, he had naturally absorbed a certain suavity of manners which rendered him a
general favorite. More than a year had passed away previous
to his leaving England, and Soto had not greeted us as we
approacheai his old master's dwelling. True, I had often
missed his merry scamper and sprightly dance, but in the
multitude of my recreative and business occupations I had
scarcely felt his absence. What was my surprise and joy
when I was introduced to him, as he was reclining on a
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and refinement!  On observing my presence, he immediately
descended, somewhat abruptly, appearing to consider me as
an intruder. I addressed him in intimate terms, but he still
appeared (as I thought) somewhat loth to acknowledge me;
but as I was in the act of indicating to him my willingness
for one of our old-fashioned gallopades, he immediately
recognized me, when, after our mutual congratulations, he
showed me all over the premises, with evident signs of
masterly satisfaction and delight. One thing astonished me
beyond measure-to hear him listen to a long confab in
Spanish with the most marked attention, appearing inwardly
to digest every syllable, while I sat by, wondering what it
all signified, as, with the exception of a chance word or two,
I was utterly at a loss to comprehend such an impenetrable
compound. But Soto evidently delighted in the conversation, and performed many singular and curious feats, which
he never could have accomplished without being perfectly
conversant with the nature of his commands. Like myself,
he wiped his feet thoroughly clean, previous to entering the
house, was a faithful guard to his master's bedroom, could
sit up or stand up, and was perfect in several other of my
favorite acts. Although I knew much more than he did, he
had also acquired much that I had not. He invariably
called up all the servants, was ready with his master's boots
in the morning and his slippers at night, knew how to open
and shut the door, would gently force the cat from parlor to
kitchen, and from kitchen to parlor, and had never been
known to quit the house alone on any pretense whatever.
In fact, he was a genteel, well-informed, praiseworthy spaniel,
far superior in person, manners, and education, to the majority of quadrupeds in that region. He understood but a few
words of English; and notwithstanding his having recognized both my master and me shortly after our arrival, he
seemed somewhat confounded at the very sound of the language of his native country. We are none of us fond of
foreign languages, and are seldom known to persist in an
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country, I have witnessed some of the most courageous of
our race sneaking off abruptly from a meditated attack, on
being imperiously saluted with a volley of foreign gibberish.
I was delighted with my trip to Spain, but somewhat astonished at seeing so few of my own particular caste. In
Madrid I was surrounded by a host of poodles on various
occasions, but they merely expressed their satisfaction on
forming my acquaintance; and, far from causing me any
annoyance, I could scarcely repress my feelings of pride
and superiority as I marched stiffly among them. If by
chance they felt inclined to take any liberties with me, a
single growl would scatter a whole company. But timid and
pusillanimous as they were, there were many knowing ones
among them, who excelled in dancing and many pleasing
diversions. In fact, although they appeared to lead an idle
and somewhat useless life, yet they seemed the necessary
appendage to coquetry and fashion.
CHAPTER XXXV.
TIGER'S RETURN TO ENGLAND.-REVISITS HIS OLD CRONIES.
Our journey home was only a repetition of former scenes.
Although I had experienced no regret in leaving my birthplace and friends while in my master's company, yet great
indeed was my joy on finding myself once more in my accustomed haunts. Notwithstanding my having been absent
only a few months, I experienced the most inexpressible
pleasure in meeting my old friends, and was received by
them all (I doubt not) with heartfelt congratulations. I
really thought old Tripey would have squeezed me to death.
Her tongue rattled away for an hour; she asked me a
thousand questions, (I suppose,) which I should have liked
very much to have answered in a more expressive manner
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panied by a rapid agitation of the extremity; but as our interview terminated satisfactory to us both, why should I complain? If I could really speak, I might often get myself
into trouble, as I might perchance upbraid many who had the
power to oppress me. Poor Truffle (who was no hypocrite)
was wonderfully elated on meeting me. Though he was
now getting old, he scampered round me like a juvenile, and
absolutely sprang over me for joy. When I paid him a
visit he was much freer than usual, as there was no Johnny
now to keep him in check. The blackbird was still there,
and appeared to welcome me as I entered, stretching his
neck out of his wicker cage while the old lady announced
to him my arrival, to which he assented by quaintly enunciating "Tiger! Tiger!-Johnny! Johnny!" These last words
recalled more forcibly to my recollectipn all my former adventures with the hated Johnny, particularly our last fatal
encounter. But he had made such a deep impression on the
tablets of my memory, that at the sound of his name, I felt
the very hairs (as I thought) creeping off my back: his
image stared me in the face. I immediately flew to his old
corner, and continued hunting around in all directions. The
old dame noticed me, and as she repeated his name, my
anger was the more aroused. I hastily and madly searched
every nook and corner, and with difficulty was I persuaded
to relinquish the chase, as I firmly believed he must have
been purposely hidden from my sight.
Many pleasurable meetings I had in revisiting all my old
acquaintances, both of my master's intimates and my own:
but I can't account for it-although I was ever pleased in
my friendly intercourse with many of my own class, and delighted in joining their sports, I,never could look on the
most refined of them as my equals. I never followed them,
I never obeyed them, I never asked any favors of them, and
seldom yielded to their requests. Had the whole united fraternity elected me their chief, I should have indignantly
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CHAPTER XXXVI.
TIGER BIDS FAREWELL TO ALL HIS ENGLISH ACQUAINTANCES, AND
EMIGRATES.-INCIDENTS OF HIS PASSAGE ACROSS THE ATLANTIC9
ETC.
But little did I suspect that I was so soon to bid a long
and final farewell to the associates of my youth and doghood,
the companions of my sports and pastimes. Good-bye, cats,
rats, polecats, foxes, rabbits, and weasels! Adieu, Charley,
Manso, Roswell, Ponto, Vick and Trusty; Dick, Jack, Crib,
Pinch, Rip, Trip, Truffle, and Tom! We shall never again
meet in our innocent gambols, our rural sports, our fireside
congratulations! These ideas might perhaps have shed a sorrowing gloom over my brightest anticipations, damped my
energies, blighted my fondest hopes, and even led me, in some
despairing moment, to commit dogicide or hydrophobia; but
at the music of my master's voice my spirits revived; my
whole frame throbbed with emotions of inexpressible delight
when his gentle smile assured me of his continued confidence
and friendship. All these farewell visits would not have
aroused my suspicions; but when my old Tripey came, with
her long and mournful whinings, clasping and hugging me
to her bosom, and casting on me her "long and lingering
looks," as she sad and homewards bent her way, I doubted
somewhat the import of her redoubled caresses. Still more
did I surmise, as the assembled household congregated around
my master, sobbing their passage to the outer gate, where
the recollection of our last parting rushed to my mind. But
I felt no pang, I shed no tear. Strange that I should not
grieve to part from those whom I ever loved to meet! that
no anxious sigh or solitary throb should disturb this placid
devotion to my master's will! Yes, we were to seek our fortunes in a far distant country; but to me all climates were
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board the ship that was to bear us from Liverpool to America, my master having paid his own passage, his next concern was to provide for his faithful Tiger. We went on board
a few hours previous to our departure, when the mate announced to him, in rather a haughty, imperious tone, that no
dog would be allowed on board. My master represented to
him that I was a great favorite, perfect]y quiet and inoffensive, and that rather than leave me to my fate, he would lose
his own passage and take another ship; observing, moreover,
that he would have no objection to pay any reasonable price
rather than subject himself to that inconvenience. After a
few arguments, the sum was agreed on and paid, and Tiger
was to be transported to New-York on condition of his never
being seen on deck. So I was shoved into a dark corner, both
out of sight and out of hearing, which recalled to my mind
all my little acts of disobedience, for some of which (I could
not but imagine) I was now to suffer the penalty. But, I
" spake not a word of sorrow," and as my master occasionally
came to visit me, I imploringly besought him to release me,
expressing to him (as best I could) my total unconsciousness
of the cause of my imprisonment. I was well provided with
food, but I felt really dejected and well-nigh hopeless.
However, my misery was of short duration. My master
had besought the captain in my behalf, setting forth my wonderful developments, my long-tried fidelity, and my intrinsic
worth; so exciting his curiosity that he became anxious to
witness some of my performances. So Tiger was allowed,
after three days' solitary confinement, to be presented on
deck. On regaining my freedom my joy knew no bounds,
as I felt satisfied my master had forgiven me and received
me again into his favor. When the captain had witnessed
some of my exploits of jumping, fetching, carrying, finding,
my ups and downs, ins and outs, and with what wonderful
alacrity and precision I executed all my master's commands,
he kindly permitted me to remain on deck, providing that I
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range of the vessel, I availed myself of the privilege to make
a general investigation. I scarcely found one among that motley crowd of emigrants, but noticed me and appeared desirous
of courting my acquaintance. The mass of them were indeed
a rough-looking set, whose entry I might have well disputed
had they presented themselves at my master's gate. I at first,
therefore, looked on them with a suspicious eye, and even refused to respond to their overtures of friendship. But after
a few days, I discovered that my fears were groundless, as I
scarcely ever met with either annoyance or abuse, and Tiger
was soon far better known than any other passenger on the
ship. Though many of these rude specimens of expatriated
rascality were continually warring and fighting among themselves, they never molested me, but often divided with me
their scanty meals; nor were there more than two or three
among them all that caused me any uneasiness, and they were
not among those I had at first suspected; for I dreaded more
a polished boot than a stout-nailed brogan. The ship being
dreadfully infested with rats, I amused myself continually in
hunting them out, and thereby succeeded in destroying great
numbers: I sometimes came near stifling myself in the cargo,
so impetuous was I in my researches. Once, indeed, I got so
completely jammed in between the water-casks on deck, that
without my having been delivered by the use of handspikes,
I could never have extricated myself. We had a long and
tedious passage: provisions became scarce, and water was
dealt out to us in very minute doses; yet in the very face of
half-starvation, I fattened on emigrating liberality and kindness, as few withheld from me a morsel of their contracted
allowance, although my appearance was far from indicating
emptiness or want. Besides all these constant contributions,
my master provided me my regular meals, which I often had
to refuse, from being overburdened with the considerations
of my numerous friends. When I was thirsty, I would bark
at the carpenter for water, and he really appeared to have
more feeling for me, than for many of the Celtic unfortunates
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fair, I was summoned on the quarter-deck, to divert the cabin
passengers with my numerous feats. As usual on such occasions, various heavy sums of money were bid for me, but all
respectfully rejected, as my kind master knew not where to
procure such another Tiger. I occasionally visited also the
sailors in the forecastle, who absolutely vied with each other
in courting my friendship and good will. They were hardlooking fellows, but they treated me with the greatest tenderness and hospitality. I do not recollect any very remarkable
incidents of the voyage. From day to day I followed the
same routine. Hunting rats, visiting my acquaintances, performing occasionally a multitude of antics, waiting on the
cook, and begging for water, were my principal occupations.
But at night I lay at my master's feet, with watchful ear and
sleepless eye, ready to arouse him in case of alarm and defend
him in the hour of danger. But my defensive abilities were
never called into action, as I reposed peacefully and he slept
soundly. One thing I really did miss-there was not one
of my own genus in the whole ship with whom I could divert myself, for I searched and searched in vain. How happy should I have felt if Trusty, Vick, or Manso had only
been on board! What fun we should have had together!
Poor old Truffle! I often thought of him, and should have
been delighted to chat with him on our early freaks and adventures. But Johnny, though dead, still rises in my throat,
harrowing up my latent passions, bidding me grasp the very
shadow of his hairy pelt.
CHAPTER XXXVII.
TIGER ARRIVES SAFE IN NEW-YORK.--SUNDRY SKIRMISHES AND
ANNOYANCES.
At last we arrived safe in New-York. As we landed on
the dock, my first impression was, that I should be either
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flies. In this irritated state, before I had been five minutes on shore, I was attacked, without the least provocation, by a dirty-looking cur, twice my own size, who pounced
on me, as though he intended to finish me off in a jiffy. But
I took him by the fore-leg, and after giving him a few of my
old-fashioned pinches, he limped off in a frightful hurry,
demonstrating, at the same time, his heartfelt regret at having formed my acquaintance. During the few months we
remained in the city of New-York, I was principally of service in warning off pedlers, beggars, and other interlopers,
who were in the habit of walking up stairs and entering our
apartments without knocking at the door.   This annoyed
us so much, that my master posted me on a mat at the head
of the stairs, with strict orders to give due notice of the
approach of strangers. This task I was thoroughly competent to. Thus our privacy was secured to us, as I allowed
none, without permission, to enter our chambers. A single
look of mine was sufficient to warn off all vagrants, as I had
a peculiar way of showing my teeth, when I really had no
intention of turning them to account. On the approach of a
stranger, after giving him a specimen of my voice, I scratched
at the door, as I considered myself bound to allow no one
to come up without the presence of one of the inmates. But
I was no cause of terror to those who presented themselves
on legitimate business, provided they neither abused nor interrupted me when on guard. The person of the greatest
unknown, when acknowledged by my master, was held
sacred by me, and visitors, when in the house, I treated with
the greatest possible civility. Nevertheless, even after repeated visits, I never allowed them to pass without giving
them due notice to wait the arrival of my master or one of
the family. On one or two occasions I recollect having been
compelled to adopt severe measures. Once an impude.nt,
determined Dutch pedler insisted on mounting the.staircase,
in spite of my threats. This I was bound to resist at all
hazards. My warnings were ineffectual, as he not only
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with one of his loaded baskets, which I immediately seized
and tore out of his hands, and then grabbed him by the leg,
upon which he hastily bolted down stairs, upsetting all
his merchandize, and reeling headlong into the street. I
merely pursued him to the entry-door, when my master
(who had been in the garden) was disturbed by the rumpus,
and hastened to recall me to my post. I had not materially
injured the interloper, though he spluttered away for some
time, and threatened to have his revenge. He never fulfilled his threats: perhaps he thought I had done no more
than my duty, or rather feared lest his second visit might
prove more unprofitable than the first. Dear me! how the
fleas began to annoy me in New-York! I really thought
they would drive me mad. I rolled and tumbled, tossed,
whined, and fretted, and when I got into the water 't was ten
times worse-they all bolted to my head to save themselves
from drowning, and I feared they would absolutely poke my
eyes out. As soon as my master discovered my distress, he
rubbed something all over me, and in a few minutes I felt
quite comfortable. What a pleasurable relief, to be sure! If
our masters only knew what a horrid feeling it is to have,
perhaps, a thousand mouths feasting at once on our irritated
and tender pelts, they would never allow us to be aggravated, worried, and gnawed by such detestable vermin.
CHAPTER        XXXVIII.
TIGER RELATES SUNDRY INCIDENTS AND ADVENTURES IN CITY AND
COUNTRY.-HE EXTERMINATES HOGS AND CATS.
In traveling the city of New-York, I found the canines
generally civil and well-behaved, except when they were
backed and excited by rowdy boys, who delighted far
more than they in snapping and snarling. One of these
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perhaps, that I was without a protector; but I immediately
snapped his finger, upon which hlie hastily retired, cursing me
to his heart's content. But I had no idea of changing masters in that way, and never allowed strangers to meddle with
me in the street. A colored gentleman one day opened his
umbrella at me, thinking to create a little sport for his lady,
by witnessing my precipitate retreat. I was never born to
run away, as I had never received any instruction on the
subject. This novel mode of attack, therefore, so aggravated me that I tore his umbrella into ribbons, and was about
to embrace one of his understandings, when my master requested me to desist. I always disliked to be pointed at, and
although I never bit without sufficient provocation, I invariably threatened any who might undertake to insult me, considering myself entitled to common civility, even from
strangers.
Not long after our arrival, we spent a few weeks in the
neighborhood of the city, where our friends were greatly annoyed by the almost constant depredations of cattle and swine,
who cared but little for the useless threats of the family watchdog. I was appealed to and put on guard, and soon warned
the invaders that my orders would'be enforced to the letter.
In a short time I had nearly rid the premises of these marauders, without having done them any serious injury, as
they evidently considered me in earnest, and appeared greatly
alarmed at my approach; a slight pinch or two having proved
sufficient to convince them of my intentions. Nevertheless,
one tusky old boar seemed willing to set me at defiance: although he had many times retreated without my handling
him very severely, he still persisted in his daily inroads. This
aggravated me greatly, it is true, yet I dared not, without the
express commands of my master, resort to any sanguinary
extremities. However, this audacious destroyer had been so
long and ineffectually warned, pelted, hunted, and worried,
that I was at last ordered to deal with him according to his
deserts, and my master was requested to excite me to the
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him, seized him by the snout, and hung fast to him, till he began rolling to shake me off, upon which I caught him by the
throat, and so kept him in subjection that he could not get
possession of his legs; in fact, he seemed completely paralyzed, as I buried my teeth in his windpipe. A few minutes
more and his accounts were for ever closed, had not my master arrived just in time to prevent me from converting him
into pork. I need scarcely add, that his boarship was never
seen within gunshot of the forbidden ground. With the exception of a few cats, who had devoured a host of young
chickens, and were in the habit of disturbing the family repose by their nightly caterwauling, I had nothing further to
attend to in that particular line of business. But their constant thefts and intrusions were unbearable; I was consequently commanded to annihilate them, the first favorable
opportunity. I dispatched one, just as he was hurrying off
with a fine young chicken in his mouth; the second I seized
as he was sneaking along to get into the dairy, where he had
been in the habit of saving the girl the trouble of skimming
the milk. The family were all extremely gratified with my
services, and presented me with a handsome collar. A more
unwelcome present they never could have imagined, as I confess I was particularly averse to anything of the kind, and
always did my utmost to convince my master of the fact, by
exhibiting evident signs of joy and rejoicing whenever it
was removed.
Everybody seemed to agree with Dick Marks and his
friends, that I was a good in; but, as I before observed, little
did I foresee my future destiny, when he hurried off with me
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CHAPTER XXXIX.
TIGER MOVES TO NEW-JERSEY.-ENCOUNTERS SNAKES, MUSK-RATB,
AND SNAPPING-TURTLES.
But great was my rejoicing when we left the crowded
city, and found ourselves in the land of turtles, snakes, and
musk-rats in the woods of New-Jersey. As I had never seen
any of this kind of game before, I was somewhat in doubt
as to my course of action, particularly with regard to the former. I sometimes would carry one of the hard-coated mudgrubbing gentry for a mile, without even threatening him with
an assault, as they all seemed perfectly harmless. But hard
as were their shells, I have more than once gnawed my way
through and dragged them out. I should never have acted
thus toward these unoffending creatures, had I not been the
subject of a most severe attack from a large snapping-turtle,
who almost broke my leg in attempting to draw it into his
capacious dwelling. On his loosening me I seized his protruding head, and in spite of the anguish which he occasioned
me in endeavoring to shelter it from my menacing ivories, I
succeeded in grinding it off before I relinquished my hold.
I confess I was not over partial to such eneQunters, and should
never have ventured, had I not been excited to the conflict.
I had not been accustomed to contend with such iron-bound
customers, and at first considered them perfectly impregnable.
I had often killed hedgehogs, in spite of their thorny covering; and though my nose streamed with blood, my punishment only maddened me the more; but turtles I could not
comprehend; consequently, I felt but little pleasure in reducing their fortresses, as I had to use up too much ammunition
previous to effecting a breach, and even then was I dissatisfied
with the plunder. As to snakes, I felt the utmost abhorrence
of them: I really believe I never should have meddled with
them at all, without orders. I had scarcely perfected myself
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venturing to interfere with them again. Presto, my daughter, had at this period arrived at the age of maturity, and
generally accompanied us in our rambles; but, notwithstanding she understood the management of these reptiles as
well as I did, she received a bite in the tongue from one of
the most venomous kind. On her return home, her throat
and head were so enormously inflamed that she could take
no manner of nourishment, became infuriated with agony and
starvation, and died a raving maniac.
CHAPTER XL.
TIGER AND HIS DAUGHTER " PRESTO" IN CONSULTATION AND ACTION.
But pardon me! I am in advance of a history which I
dare not close thus abruptly. My daughter Presto (although
I say it myself) was the most amiable, pleasing, and intelligent companion I ever associated with, and I cannot but
flatter myself that she was in a great measure indebted to
me for her marvelously precocious developments. She was
born within a few yards of my kennel, and never varied in
her attachment to me, from the hour of our earliest acquaintance to the period of the sad catastrophe which terminated
her career; and if ever I had cause to lament the demise of
any of my canine friends, her loss to me was the most severe.
As she associated with me alone from her earliest stage of
pupdom, she became thoroughly initiated in all my acts.ld
ways. In the daytime we were often allowed to raml:e together where we pleased. We had wonderful sport, paticularly among the musk-rats, which pleased us far more than
any other recreation. It was sometimes a terrible job to get
at them, as we had to gnaw off the roots of trees and bury
ourselves in the mud, before we could seize on these amp1hibious delvers. We were indefatigable in our exertions, seldom retiring from the chase, before polishing our teeth on




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the scented carcasses of our prey. On our return from these
expeditions, we were so disfigured with mud that our most
intimate friends could never have recognized us. How admirably we worked together! so well versed were we in
each other's movements, that rare indeed did anything escape us. As my daughter Presto was by far the fleeter of
the two, she was generally foremost in the hunt. When she
was tied up, I knew how to beg for her release, and made
myself thoroughly understood; she also did the same in my
behalf, whenever I was bound to my kennel. We invariably
held a consultation together, previous to deciding on our
route, and my master was greatly amused in witnessing our
deliberations. When occasionally I felt disinclined for a
distant ramble, I had to use all my eloquence to dissuade
Presto from her determination and check her importunities.
But as I, like her, was devotedly attached to the sport, she
generally succeeded in clearing up my objections, and even
in fascinating me to her will. When we took our meals off
the same platter, to her I yielded the choicest morsels, and have
often withdrawn rather than forfeit her good will and affection. At night we were never known to venture off, but
kept incessant guard around the house and barns, barring all
admission to strangers, and giving notice to all passers-by
that Tiger and Presto were on duty. One little incident I
can well remember, as having put us both to the test. Two
men were bent on robbing our chicken-house, and were on
the eve of commencing the work, when we both attacked
them in the rear, and as they effected a precipitate flight, we
indelibly printed our names on their legs and h'eels, and
should easily have captured them had any one come to our
assistance. The sound of my name was alone quite sufficient
to warn the chickens from entering the garden, as they were
accustomed to hear my name echoed whenever I had driven
them out; so that even in my absence, the word Tiger was a
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CHAPTER XLI.
TIGER AND " PRESTO " EXECUTE JUDGMENT ON A TRAITOR.
We were on the most iutimnate terms with the cat, who
often messed with us and even visited our kennels, without
the least fear of annoyance. Little did I think it would ever
fall to our lot to visit her with the severest penalty of the
law. As the rats were accused of oarrying off nightly a portion of the early chickens that were kept in the kitchen, the
cat was carefully shut in with them, to protect them from
their attacks. In the morning their number seemed to have
still decreased, and Puss was set down as worthless; but
when the shattered remnants of their bones and feathers were
found in her hiding-place, she herself was rightly adjudged
to be the murderess. Therefore she was justly condemned to
die, and to Tiger and Presto was allotted the task of putting
the judgment into execution. She was brought out, and great
was our surprise when the command was issued. We both
doubted for a moment, presuming it to be a joke; but on the
order being repeated, we set to the work, Presto taking one
end and I the other, till Puss was fairly rent asunder. She
heartily deserved an ignominious death, although we were
both unwilling to be her executioners. For my part, I never
could place confidence in cats, although I have had some
rather agreeable acquaintances of the feline tribe. I always
think of old Tom, who invariably deserted his mistress in
the hour of peril, while Truffle and I remained faithful by
her side. I felt lonely indeed, after poor Presto's untimely
death, and many weeks passed away before I could reconcile
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CHAPTER XLII.
IGER'S SON AND PUPIL "LION."-HIS PRECOCIOUS COURAGE AND EXPANDING INTELLECT.-DARING ADVENTURES AND DEATH.
My son Lion, now only a few weeks old, was rather an
annoyance to me than otherwise, as he was apt to intrude
himself on me when I was little inclined for mirth. But I
knew not how to be angry with him, although he occasionally somewhat ruffled my temper. He had only reached his
tenth week, when his youthful pluck was put to the most extraordinary test. We wei returning from a visit to a neighboring town, and as my spn Lion was yet too young to travel far on foot, he was riding with my master in the wagon,
while I was running on some distance ahead. He suddenly
dashed out of my master's arms, jumped off the wagon,
crossed the ditch, hurrying into an adjoining swamp, where
he immediately engaged in mortal combat with an enormous
musk-rat. This encounter had lasted some minutes, (and a
bloody conflict it was,) when I was attracted by the squeaking, and returned to ascertain the cause. What was my surprise on witnessing my dauntless offset struggling valiantly
with his relentless foe! I trembled for the result, and sprang
on his adversary, dealing him instantaneous death. I regret
having been too hasty, as I have every reason to believe my
little Lion would have polished him off without my interference. My master was exceedingly disappointed at my appearance, and recalled me, when it was too late. Nevertheless, I allowed Lion to enjoy all the glory of the victory, and
he could not be persuaded to slacken his grasp on the bloody
corpse, which convinced me that he was still eager for the
fight, regardless of the severity of his own wounds. Such a
trial of precocious pluck would have daunted many a chicken-hearted mongrel; but I would not acknowledge even a
second cousin of mine who would flinch in the hour of peril,
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This was surely an early introduction to a train of noble
feats, which, instead of impregnating him with fear, rendered
him absolutely reckless of danger and death. Not many
months elapsed, before he fully supplied the vacancy occasioned by the demise of my worthy daughter Presto. Although I now began to feel somewhat the stiffness of old age,
I was still firm and hardy, and as capable as ever of a hard
day's work. With Lion I hunted the forest, as in former
days, equally enjoying the sport and glorying in success, and
I am satisfied that my son was far more indebted to me for
my example, than to all his other teachings. Whatever he
saw me do, he did the same. If I barked, he barked too; if
I lay down, he stretched himself out too; when I was ordered away, he followed suit; when I w as called, he generally
answered first; whatever I attacked, he was bound to seize;
if I wagged my tail, his was immediately set in motion. In
fine, every one said he was exactly like me. No wonder-he
copied me in everything; dogged after me wherever I traveled, howling like a boneless mongrel if I absented myself
but a moment from his sight. In fact, I was quite as delighted with his company, as he was inconsolable in my absence.
He was more quarrelsome than I ever was, which led him
into many serious scrapes. Before he was a year old, he took
the liberty of slaughtering a neighboring dog, who entered
our yard in pursuit of a chicken. Whether this was to'satisfy his pugnacious temperament, or to rid the premises of an
ill-bred interloper, is not for me to determine. I am rather
inclined to believe he delighted in exercising his powers,
though I must say I never saw him attack his inferiors in
size: on the contrary, he was too venturesome in challenging
canines of heavier metal than himself. True, he was but
young, and, had his life been spared, he would no doubt (like
myself) have acquired wisdom by experience, and have more
fully profited by his early lessons, eminently calculated to
moderate his impetuous temper and restrain his stubborn will.
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raging hot, when my master once laid down his coat in the
wood, bidding him take charge of it; and as we were afterwards engaged at some distance off, Lion chanced to be forgotten for several hours. I was ordered to look after him;
and as I started off in the direction where he was left, it
recalled to my master's recollection his having left him in
charge of the coat. On arriving at the spot, we found him
faithful to his trust, but elated beyond measure at his deliverance, as he testified a joyful pride at having executed his
master's will. He seemed perfectly willing to allow anything
to be brought on the premises, but nothing could go off
without a passport from one of the family. I shall never
forget the sport he had with a large Billy-goat, who chanced
to wander into our yard. It was the first he had ever seen,
and when he was ordered to the attack he very carefully
surveyed him all over; after which he saluted him with a
threatening bark, upon which Mr. Billy sent him reeling
with one of his favorite butts, then stamped in proud defiance, daring him to return to the charge. I fully expected
that I should have been commanded to the attack, but my
son Lion, far from being daunted, (though somewhat stupifled with the blow,) was soon on his legs, and eager to provoke the combat. He rushed into him, seized him by the
nose, and held him in abeyance. There stood Billy, motionless, powerless, excepit in speech, uttering the most pitiful
and imploring cries I had ever heard, and (as I thought)
begging hard for his life. But my son was so exceedingly
irritated by this unexpected attack, that I believe he would
have retained his prisoner until sunset. My master, however,
presuming that Billy's first lesson might deter him from any
further aggressions, ordered Lion to release him, to which
he very reluctantly assented. On feeling himself at liberty,
Billy hastily sprang over -the fence without touching a rail,
no doubt with the fixed determination of never retracing his
steps.  Just as I thought-he never did enter our premises
again. When he passed that way he was always observed
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day after this occurrence, we both met him at some distance
from the house, when I fully expected my son would have
sought his revenge. What was my astonishment, as he
coolly examined him from stem to stern, bidding him pursue his course in peace.
Lion (like my daughter Presto) had imbibed a deeplyrooted aversion to all kinds of snakes. I had long ceased to
meddle with them, as I had received positive orders not to
molest them any further. But he seemed to take the greatest
delight in their destruction, and often wondered why I should
remain a passive spectator of such an exhilirating pastime.
I cannot say how it happened, but one fine summer's day, as
we were on our way to the musk-rat depot, Lion, the fearless Lion, was bitten on the muzzle by a venomous serpent.
On our arriving at the hunting-ground he refused to join in
the sport, and we returned hastily home.    My master
observed a strangeness in his expression, and chained him
fast to the kennel. The next day I noted myself a certain
wildness in his eye, his very glance forbidding my approach,
while his throat was so inflamed that his breathing was somewhat difficult, and he refused all nourishment, with the exception of milk. The next day he appeared worse.    A
choice young Charley spaniel, with whom he was previously
on the most intimate terms, chanced to approach within the
reach of his chain, upon which the infuriated Lion sprang on
him, seized him, carried him into his house, grinding and
masticating him into a perfect pulp. This act convinced us
at once that my poor Lion was raving mad. In this state he
remained for several days, when my master, seeing there were
no hopes of his recovery, and fearing lest any of us might
become a prey to his ungovernable fury, determined on putting him out of his misery. In order to effect this in the
most speedy and merciful way, he approached his kennel,
just beyond the reach of his chain, still hoping he might
evince some favorable symptom of returning consciousness.
But on presenting a stick to him, he furiously grasped it,
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being withdrawn, sprang at my master in frantic rage, still
baying and threatening him at his chain's length, when,
with one "fell swoop" from a sharp hatchet, his head was
split in twain, and a momentary struggle terminated his existence. I was extremely anxious to make a post-mortem
examination, but wad peremptorily forbidden. Even when
he reposed deep in the earth, I was strongly tempted to exhume the body. This satisfaction was also denied me. I
therefore concluded to let him alone. Poor fellow! we all
grieved over his untimely end. Had he lived, he might have
been a great comfort to me in my old years, and at my demise have rendered himself worthy of that confidence which
my master had so long and justly reposed in me.
CHAPTER XLIII.
TIGER AGAIN VICTORIOUS.-TRAGICO-COMIC ENCOUNTER WITH
SCHLACHTENMEISTER'S FIVE WONDERFUL CATS.
I am now getting to be what some would call an old dog.
But I had a good strong constitution, and I never abused it,
although I have gone through many hard rubs; but as I was
rough and hardy, and had a good friend to nurse me in all
my afflictions, I was not to be cut off until I had run out
the natural measure of my days. I recollect, in my younger
days, having had two or three narrow escapes of my life. I
was once engaged in a trivial conversation with a canine acquaintance, when a cart, heavily laden, passed over my body.
I was then set down as past all recovery, and even pronounced dead: doubtless I should soon have breathed my
last, but my master, who had selected me as his companion,
attended me with such devoted perseverance that I was
speedily restored to perfect health. But I have not yet quite
exhausted the theme of my own adventures. Among the
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I never interfered with anything, unless acting under my
master's orders. I therefore was often compelled to brook a
variety of insults. Had I been left to follow the dictates of
my own naturally irritable disposition, I should no doubt
have fallen an early prey to my inferior passions, and might
never have survived to chronicle my history after my death. I
was continually subject to attacks from cats, especially when
any of the females chanced to be surrounded by a family.
Many a score times have I longed for permission to resent
their unprovoked and annoying assaults, but seldom indeed
was I authorized to gratify my revenge. But there dwelt,
on the high-road to the town nearest our residence, a certain
man, who prided himself in the size and beauty of his
five cats. What pleased him most, was to stand at his
door, with his thumbs in his vest-pockets, witnessing their
wonderful exploits. Such were his exalted ideas of his feline pets, that he pronounced them to be far superior, both in
physical and mental endowments, to all the hairy quadrupeds
in creation. They didn't eat like other cats, and never omitted to wash their faces after meals. He talked to them a
great deal, and always in Dutch, firmly believing they digested every word of it. As he was an old bachelor, they
all slept in bed with him, and (most miraculous to relate) they
got up with him regularly in the morning, and surrounded
his table at every meal: when he snored, they all snored
too; and what is more, they waited regularly the arrival of
the butcher, who dared not present himself at the porch
without their wonted allowance of cats' meat. More marvelous still was their noted antipathy to all barking quadrupeds. With what fond delight did Herr Schlachtenmeister witness their attacks on well-nigh every unfortunate
mongrel who dared unwittingly to approach that feline emporium! Tiger-yes, Tiger himself has many a time been
the subject and object of their hated embraces, and has as
often ignobly fled from their audacious, unprovoked assaults,
reluctantly yielding to the dictates of education, rather than
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But one day, as I was peacefully trotting along by my
master's side, the whole fraternity, it appears, had resolved
on a combined assault, as they simultaneously saluted me, face,
back, and ribs, digging their claws into me as though they
intended slicing me up for sourerout. On witnessing this
glorious tragedy, old Schlachtenmeister was convulsed with
laughter. I was burning with revenge, and my master felt
somewhat humiliated by the jeers of the passers-by. But it
would still have gone off as a joke, if the elated cat-owner
had failed to hint at my cowardice and retreating propensities, which at once decided my protector to back me alone to
contend against his whole family united. "I tell you dey
kill em in two minute; dey trive all de tam tog from mine
house. Your tog no kill vun in vun veek."   These and a
few other vain-glorious remarks of the worthy Schlachtenmeister were uttered in a somewhat pitiful, yet defiant tone,
and were speedily responded to by my master's offering to
stake a five-dollar bill that I alone would put them all to
flight in less than two minutes, excepting any that I might
render incompetent to retreat. The money was posted in the
hands of a third party. The conditions were agreed on. The
combat was to take place on the day following, in the largest
room in Schlachtenmeister's house, when only a few private
friends were to be present. At the appointed hour we were
all at the place of rendezvous, both sides mutually confident
of success. As we entered, Schlachtenmeister saluted my
master with a significant nodding smile, confirming his selfassurance by an indignant sarcastic grin at my person, at the
same time remarking that "he tink de tog never vant no more
shupper."  My master merely requested him not to be too
hasty in his opinions, intimating that he had traveled a great
deal, and had never yet heard of a cat annihilating a dog.
The preliminary remarks were closed by Schlachtenmeister's
sensible ultimatum-"Yel], yell; you'll shee, you'll shee."
But now to the conflict. Schlachtenmeister first entered the
arena with his favorites, at the same time bobbing his friend
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given signal I should enter the room with my master, and
immediately open the proceedings. I was at that time perfectly unconscious of the object of our visit; in fact, I felt
rather nervous, expecting every moment that those velvetpawed imps would be again exercising their claws on my defenceless pelt: I therefore kept rolling my eyes about in all
directions, carefully scrutinizing every stool, chair, and table,
as I kept close to my master's heels. But when he took me
up and whispered to me a few well-known old-fashioned exciting ejaculations, I felt assured that my services were to be
called in question. I struggled to spring from his arms, feeling myself doubly nerved with the idea that now I was to
wreak my bursting vengeance on the objects of my utmost
abhorrence.
What had I to fear from cats! I had encountered too
many not to be fully conversant with their tactics. I knew
the extent of their powers, as they had often done their utmost against me; but with all their tearing, pinching, and
scratching, the only impression they ever made on me, was
that the more they punished me, the sooner they repented it.
As to putting my eyes out, as they have served many of my
ignorant fellows, I always took good care to shut them after
I had fixed on the point of my attack; and although many
a time I have at once felt their fore-claws in my neck, their
hind ones in my breast, and their teeth clenched in my cheek,
I heeded it not, while at the same time I held them in my
death-grasp, from which not one ever lived to escape. No,
no: I was evidently not born to be the victim of catophobia.
I would have died a hundred deaths, rather than succumb to
such dastardly, faithless, hypocritical adversaries. But my
master soon opened the door, when, at his well-known command, I instantaneously rushed into the catty conclave, seizing
the first by the loins and giving him a hearty shake, while
two more were burying their teeth and claws in my back:
a fourth sprang on the mantlepiece, upsetting the china ornaments into the fireplace; while the fifth bolted through one
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garden. I soon relaxed my first hold, to attend to my backfriends, grabbing one between the fore-legs, causing him to
raise the most excruciating caterwauling. All this time poor
Schlachtenmeister showed symptoms of heart-rending distress.
"Och! mein Cot! mein Cot! he make dem all ted! he
make dem all ted! I give you ten tollar you take him off!
Donder and blitzen! I never see such von teufel of a tog!"
But I was so much engaged executing my master's orders to
the letter. " Kill him, Tiger! Shake him, Tiger! Good dog,
Tiger!" Two were already sprawling apparently in the agonies of death, when a third, to escape my wrath, had concealed
all his weapons in Schlaehtenmeister's neck and arms, and as
I was attempting to dislodge him, his affrighted owner begged loud for mercy; "Take him vay! take him vay! mein
Cot! mein Cot! tat tam tog keel me!" His personal fears
were perfectly groundless, as my orders referred simply to
his cats, and he was speedily indebted to me for delivering
him from his unenviable predicament, as I impetuously dislodged the third from her hopeless shelter. -His prayers,
promises, and intreaties at last induced my master to request
me to relinquish the fight.
Behold now the field of battle! Two magnificent cats
lying helpless and hopeless; a third limping off to the nearest
hiding-place; a fourth suddenly concealed by Sehlachtenmeister in the bureau-drawer; while the fifth had succeeded,
uninjured, in effecting his exit. Next, cast your eyes on the
chopfallen cat-master, writhing from torture inflicted on
him by one of his own favorites, viewing with affrighted
astonishment his shattered ornaments, bloody carpet, and
expiring pets; and hear him exclaim, " Sush von tog! Sush
von tog!" Witness the satisfactory smile of my protector,
as he exultingly administers to. me the well-known pat of
victory, at the same time pocketing the stakes. Above all,
just look at me! A few insignificant digs, narrow scratches,
and small streaks of blood, are my only emblems of conflict;
which have but tended to brighten my eye, enliven my
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My only cause of regret was, that I was not allowed to finish
off the whole company of caterwaulers, from whose treacherous assaults I had so often unwillingly retreated. As it was,
I had sufficient cause of inward satisfaction, not only from
the immediate result of the engagement, but from its consequences. One of my foes breathed his last previous to our
quitting the ground; a second survived only a few days; a
third recovered after a little nursing; the fourth had remained
ensconced and was uninjured: but the fifth (who was, 6f
course, devotedly attached to his doting Schlaehtenmeister)
was never knowfi to re-enter his dwelling. The remaining
two were seldom again observed to visit the road-side of the
house; and when they perchance caught sight of old Tiger
as he passed that way, they invariably descended from inside
the kitchen window, to seek refuge in obscurity. Great as
was the disappointment of Schlachtenmeister at the wind-up
of this fatal skirmish, still I must do him the credit to mention, that he failed not ever after to extol me in the highest
terms, and openly to confess that "sush von tog" was worth
more than all the cats from the North Pole to the Equator,
He begged my master to spare him one of my sons, for which
he would be perfectly willing to pay a good price; at the same
time observing that he should then get rid of the balance
of his cats, convinced as he was of their selfishness and
treachery, and adopt my son as his guardian and companion.
CHAPTER          XLIV.
TIGER LOSES HIS MASTER IN THE CITY OF NEW-YORK.-AFTER
FRUITLESS RESEARCHES, HE TAKES THE BOAT FOR NEW-JERSEY.
Once, when I accompanied my master to the city of NewYork, I unfortunately lost sight of him, as he passed through
into the opposite street, by a door which we had riot entered.
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before I reached it. I concluded that he intended to return
for me, although I felt somewhat uneasy among strangers.
Having waited for some time, I made up my mind at once
to go in search of him, and, slipping off, I,hastily visited
every place I had known him to frequent. I tracked him
through every street we had passed. Indeed, I became
so excited in pursuit of him, that I became jaded and thirsty.
I would gladly have screened myself from the effects of the
scorching sun, and cooled my dripping tongue, but I dared
not make friends with any one, as I was strongly suspicious
of being detained. Many were the insults heaped upon me
as I fretted my way backward and forward; for, instead
of relieving my distress, I was hooted at, and even pelted by
many, who might have easily imagined the cause of my excitement. Finding all my researches vain, I determined on
returning to the pier where we had landed, thinking my
master might be expecting me there. But he had alike
sought me ineffectually, and, quite unknown to me, returned
to his home (eighteen miles distant.) I considered that my
better plan would be to take the next boat, which would
land me within a few miles of my destination. I waited
patiently on the pier till the boat arrived, during which time
I was very politely accosted by several ragged urchins, some
of whom endeavored to entice me with food, others to ornament me with a string or collar. But on their approaches I
made a few threatening grimaces, causing them to forego
their praiseworthy attempts of taking charge of me. On the
arrival of the boat I sprang on board the first, and immediately searched the cabins through and through, thinking
perhaps to discover some traces of my master, but without
success. I doubted for a moment.whether to return or continue my researches in the city, but soon decided on the
former, as it was now growing late, and I naturally supposed
my master must have returned home. The boat,was
crowded with people, several of whom recognized me and
treated me with corresponding respect. I paid some slight
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ing too great an intimacy, I kept myself as distant as possible. Some of the passengers proposed taking charge of me,
to deliver me in safety to my master, and were about placing
a cord around my neck to insure my safety; nevertheless,
my resistance was so threatening and determined, that I was
allowed to take my chance. Depend on it, I was the first
passenger that landed, and away I posted, straining every
nerve to put an end to my almost despairing anxiety. But
I was scarcely out of sight of the boat, when, to my great
surprise, I came in contact with my master, who, not finding
me at homy, as he had suspected, was coming to make inquiries concerning me; and I really believe the inexpressible joy I felt at his recovery more than atoned for all the
misery I had endured from the dreaded idea of never meeting
him again. One might have presumed I had been absent
six months, to judge from our repeated congratulations.
Every word he uttered caused me to spring with delight:
my fatigues were all forgotten; and although I felt somewhat
ashamed at having lost sight of my benefactor, his gentle upbraidings only added to my raptures, and bid me redouble
my efforts of gratitude and obedience. I was indeed of far
more value to him than I could be to a stranger, as he knew
all my ways, my virtues, and defects. I had grown up under
his discipline, and never transgressed against him without a feeling of remorse. I needed no chastisement to enforce his will, as to indulge it was the pride of my life. I
desired no reward for watching his interests, for to protect
them was the sole object of my existence. I might perchance have done my duty in other hands, but could never
have lavished on another such disinterested and unwavering
devotion. My eyes, ears, and voice-aye, my very feet and
tail, revealed to him the language of my heart. Well could
he discern, by their varied motions, my every want, desire,
and inclination, so expressively conveyed by their eloquent
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CHAPTER XLV.
STIPPO," THE CELEBRATED POODLE, SUCCUMBS TO TIGER'S SUPERIOR
COURAGE AND SKILL.
But I have now to record an aquatic feat, which, though
it commenced in sport, bore every indication of a tragic termination. As I have before observed, my master placed
unlimited confidence in my abilities. This led him often to
declare that I was cut out for all emergencies, and would
shrink from nothing. A certain well-known gent owned
one of the most remarkable poodles in existence. Water
was his favorite element: there he swam like a fish, dived
like ar duck, and floated like a cork. His master had given
many fruitless challenges to all who dared to extol the merits
of Newfoundland, spaniel, or poodle, little dreaming that his
big woolly poodle would ever be outwitted by my comparatively insignificant bull-terrier personage. The match was
simpler the stakes were small, but Tiger was bound to win
them all. I had been long acquainted with my opponent,
and had always been on the best of terms with his woolly
dogship. He was not naturally of a pugnacious temperament, and as I had been taught to control my natural pride
and susceptibility, we had never had the most trifling disagreement. Having continually practiced for years my
swimming and diving powers, in seas, lakes, rivers, canals,
and brooks, I felt myself perfectly at home, either in navigating an ocean or fathoming a mud-puddle. No task but I
must undertake, no obstacle but I must overcome. My inborn pluck, my superior education and devotion to my protector, urged me onward to deeds of daring and valor, thus
working out the most unmistakable epithet to the honored
memories of the invincible Don and the matchless Vixen.
But the owner of Tippo, the celebrated poodle, affirmed
and contended that his amphibious barker would fetch anything out of the water before any other canine in dogdom.
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my very person on the result of a match, although he would
not have bartered me for all the poodles in New-Jersey. In
fine, the match was made, and the stakes posted on the
bank of the river, in trust of one of the bystanders. A stick
was to be thrown as far as possible into the water by a third
party, and he that brought it ashore was to be declared the
winner. Great was the excitement. Betting was considerably in favor of the poodle, as he was declared to be a real
water-dog. The word was given-" One," "Two," " Three,"
and away flew the stick some thirty or forty yards from
the shore. As we were both jumping up, anxious to seize
it before the signal was given, the start was instantaneous; but
as I had been so thoroughly versed in springing after waterrats, I was bound to take the lead in all adventures of this
kind. I sprang like a Tiger, keeping ahead of my opponent,
whose disappointed growlings threatened me in the rear. I
was rather surprised at the unpleasant observations he was
making, but my prize was onward. I hastened to grasp it,
and scarcely succeeded in taking possession, when Tippo
abruptly snatched it from me, upon which my master loudly
commanded me to regain it at all hazards. I scarcely required such a recommendation, but immediately grabbed
Mr. Tippo by the throat, and down we went together.
'T was not the first time the water had covered me. No: I
had often traveled beneath its surface, rising only to regain
my breath or to seek my prey. However, we soon rose
again together, while I still made good my hold. No sooner
had I recovered my wind than down I forced him again. As
we were acting this aquatic tragedy, the safety of the poodle
was being seriously discussed on shore. His master was exceedingly fearful of the result of our subaqueous manoeuvreings, remarking that he really began to dread lest I should
succeed in drowning his darling Tippo, upon which my
ever-confident backer offered to stake ten dollars that Mr.
Poodle would be a goner in less than ten minutes. This
decided and well-grounded opinion so alarmed the protector
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sidorable sum for his rescue. I was seriously bent on filling
him with cold water, when, as we rose for the fifth or sixth
time, I heard my master's voice imperiously commanding me
to withdraw. As I was unhurt, and my antagonist wellnigh exhausted, I immediately released him and grasped the
prize for which I was so earnestly contending, bearing it in
triumph to my master's feet. Tippo reached the land with
great difficulty, where he lay, on the opposite shore, half extinguished from suffocation and fright. On his recovering
the use of his limbs he made tracks in the opposite direction,
and in spite of the earnest entreaties of his disappointed
guardian, succeeded in crossing the bridge, and arriving (to
his great astonishment) at his canine domicil. In his hasty
and suspicious retreat he kept continually glancing in the
rear, no doubt dreading my approach. But I owed him no
malice. Had- he not interrupted me in my duty, my wrath
would not have been kindled against him. The upshot of
this encounter caused the whole company of spectators again
to decide that I was a good 'un. A few days after, I met
friend Tippo, and although he appeared to respond rather
bashfully to my usual salutations, I soon succeeded in convincing him of my cordial forgiveness, and our intimacy was
renewed on its former basis. We often met on shore, but
were never known to bathe in sight of each other, as Tippo
invariably selected a circuitous route homeward, rather than
risk the shadow of a second aquatic diversion with the indomitable Tiger. Poor fellow I I dare say he was a most
excellent poodle; and as little was expected of him, he gave
universal satisfaction.
I could never see much to admire in poodles. They are
too sheepy in their manners and coats to please me: neither
fighters, rat-catchers, nor hunters; poor guardians, helpless
friends, and ridiculous enemies. True, they could acquire
many fancy tricks, and create some little amusement, but
their powers were too insignificant to be turned to any setviceable account. Nevertheless, I must not make enviable
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their masters, that is all that ought to be required of them.
Still more, if they delight the ladies, they can boast of that
to which few of my own class have ever aspired, as females
are seldom struck with our beauty or pleased with our
natural propensities.
CHAPTER XLVI.
TIGER GIVES A WONDERFUL ACCOUNT OF HIS PUPIL "NERO."
Nero! Nero! Companion of my waning years! Guardian of my toothless dogship! Thanks to thy more than
brotherly affection, I was not left in the decline of life to
mourn my departing strength, to grieve over my tenantless
gums, or to pine at the closing scenes of a pleasurable and
active career, faithfully devoted  to the most deserving
of protectors! As I have often remarked, I had many
canine acquaintances, and several worthy, indeed, of my unrestricted intercourse and friendship, although I had been
but slightly indebted to any of them for disinterested services they might have rendered me. Notwithstanding our
having afforded each other mutual sport, fun, and pastime,
which was perhaps necessary to initiate us into the scenes of
town and city travel, to fit us for the woodland hunt, the
mountain range, or the prairie chase; to rid us of our bashful, vociferous, and doubting propensities, and couvince us that
even dogs, without a respectable share of boldness and impudence, are neither calculated to help themselves or protect
their masters; yet, in all our varied associations, there generally existed a feeling of selfishness which occasionally
marred our highest flights of enjoyment, and sometimes terminated our most friendly meetings in hasty and snappish
adjournments. The noble Nero was more akin to my father's
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either of us. To a stranger his outward appearance was repulsive in the extreme, though in form and symmetrical
proportions none had ever excelled him. His mother was
born in Dublin, his father in Warwick, England, while he
first saw the light within the immediate sound of New-Jersey
bull-frogs, catydids, tree-toads, and musketos. His parents
were both of as pure bull-stock as the Old Country could furnish, of well-tried pluck and immeasurable daring. Alas! I am
sorry to avow it, these were the only qualities of which they
could boast, or rather of which they had no reason to be
proud. These were the unimproved gifts of nature, which,
if duly restrained and well directed, might have rendered
them matchless guardians and faithful companions. None
dared to boast of their friendship, while all dreaded them as
enemies. Uncertain in their affections, indiscriminating in
their antipathies, their names were honored alone by dogfighters and bullies. His father was a smooth-coated brindle
bull-dog, with the most horrid-looking phiz that was ever
exhibited to the public: large staring eyes, high forehead,
short nose, and projecting under jaw, displaying in full his
weapons of assault and defence, accompanied by a daring
grin, which debarred all visitors from courting his acquaintance. Of his valor he bore undoubted marks. Two of his
ribs were stove in by a bull, one of his legs was broken by a
bear, while his indented scalp bore evident traces of hardfought battles, in one of which his right ear was gnawed off,
close to the skull. Certainly there was nothing prepossessing in his appearance, except his dread-nought, dare-devil
expression; and as he was thoroughly tutored in the
sublime art of seizing, lacerating, and destroying, his life
was devoted to the unlimited exercise of his ungovernable
passions.  His mother was of a similar class: about his
equal in size, and displaying equal purity of blood. She
was the property of an Irishman, who prided himself in her
ferocity even more than in his own. He had every reason
to glory in it, as she was as ferocious as a hyena; so much
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break loose and slake her fury on some innocent object, decided, one day, during the absence of her master, on ridding'
themselves of her dreaded attacks. Thus terminated the
career of the mother of one of the best of quadrupeds that
ever was trained by dog and man.
I should not thus have wandered from my own personal
history and immediate connections, were it not simply to
prove how often those of my own particular class are the
objects of scorn and abuse, who might, but for man's culpable
neglect, have proved themselves the noblest, the bravest,
and the best. My pupil Nero was worthy of higher praises
than I am eloquent enough to bestow on him, and principally to me was he indebted for his almost human understanding. At the age of four weeks my master delivered
him into my peculiar charge. I was at first rather struck
with his strange appearance and hard expression. He certainly did look like a hard 'un, and in some senses he was
exactly so--hard to be convinced against his will, hard even to
persuade, but true to all his professions and sincere in all
his acts. He often witnessed my performances, and his ambition in imitating me was wonderful to witness. He looked
to me for every movement, often inviting me to action when
I was more inclined for repose. If I barked, he barked; and
when he chanced to give the first alarm, he immediately
ceased unless I seconded him. A look from me delayed his
attacks or hastened his assaults; and as age gradually stiffened
my limbs, dimmed my sight, and thickened my hearing, he
was ever ready and willing to become my substitute; and
although my strength and activity were fast declining, I
never knew him take advantage of my weakness, or seriously threaten me with a display of his superior powers. He
equally profited by what I refused to do, as he did by the
example of my performances. Slow and hesitating were his
first movements, until assured of my approval, when he was
terrible in the assault and resistless in the defence. Such
was his natural impetuosity, that all objects of attack to him
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my ripened judgment and discretion,) he would have become
an early prey to his untutored passions.,I do not wish to
claim all the merits of his extraordinary instinctive and educational performances, as they were greatly enhanced and his
perversities much restricted by my master's frequent trainings, in which I invariably assisted; but as he was seldom
out of my sight, and ever guided by my example, he had
opportunities of which but few could boast, of cultivating a
native worth, in which few indeed were born his equals.
These were not the sole qualifications which endeared him
to my warmest affections. His unwavering attachment to me,
at a period when my receding powers debarred me from
affording him any reciprocal gratifications, his child-like
obedience to my very nod, and his kindly consideration for
my age and infirmities, rendered him (next to my own master) the object of my highest esteem and affection. My protector was also greatly delighted with Nero's expanding
genius and almost intellectual qualifications, for which he
awarded me a credit far beyond my deserts.
We are said to be very jealous animals, and we really
are, I must admit. I did occasionally feel a jealous pang as
my master praised my smiling pupil, and I have sometimes
thought myself neglected as his name was echoed above my
own. But there never once existed within me a feeling of
bitterness against the worthy Nero or our mutual protector.
A thought would sometimes arise within me, that I was
growing aged and useless, a burden to myself and a profitless
pensioner on my master's bounty. I could no longer expect
refreshing rewards in consideration of my frequent services.
My stiffened gait now forbade the wonted frolic; my vision,
now bedimmed, had curtailed the pleasure of the chase; and
my hearing, dull, detracted from my noted watchfulness; and
although I somewhat begrudged Nero his caresses, and felt
saddened that I could no longer merit my master's constant
smile and approbation, yet I had constant proofs that, far
from being cast oWff or neglected, I was still the admired and
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senior and pattern of the four-legged department, respected
and honored forwhat I had been, revered and consulted for
what I was-an old experienced philosopher and friend
No: how could a spark of enmity be engendered in me
toward  my guardian Nero? he who not only had never
offended me, but who rendered me every service in his
power, for which he was now declared Vice-President of the
whole canine establishment. Who, on viewing his monster
eyes and grim visage, could have divined them the index of
such a noble, enlightened 7nind and affectionate and loving
heart. As he was a scholar principally of my own creation,
I feel a pride in acknowledging that he was, in many respects,
my equal, and in some, indeed, my superior. Truffle never
taught me much, as he neither commanded my respect by
his firmness, nor ensured my attention by his talents. Our
natural powers are so seldom cultivated to their full extent,
the majority of us being given over entirely to self-instruction, that even those who have been denied every advantage
are stamped as incapable and worthless.  True, nature has
instinctively provided us with all that is necessary, for our
support and protection in our originally wild and untutored
state; but if we are to be the companions of man, we require
his teachings, to be wedded to his ways, to minister to his
wants, and execute his commands. Far better, then, were
it to smother, drown, or hang us at our birth, than force us
into a society for which we are never to be fitted. Either
give us an exit from a scornful world, or teach us to fill a
station worthy of our domesticated capacity.
Nero began early to reason for himself. Once, I remember well, before he had been personally taught to find anything that was lost, he found a small tin pail, which had
been carelessly left in the garden. I watched him take it
carefully by the handle, and, often casting me a knowing
look, he trotted off to the house, the outside door of which
was open. Contrary to his orders he marched in, and passed
on to the door of the sitting-room, where hewaited some little
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door. It was opened, and great was the surprise of the inmates as the young Nero stood with the pail in his mouth,
fairly shaking it with delight. But when it was taken from
him, his joy knew no bounds-his first effort was crowned
with success. Had he been presented with a supply of food
after a forty-eight hours' fast, his spirits could not have risen
to a higher state of excitement. Proof of this was not long
wanting, as the next morning he again presented himself at
the door with another trophy of his dawning reason, and
ever afterward he was constant in his researches, faithful
and prompt in the restoration of whatever article he knew
to be missing. Should anything threaten in the night, he
never failed to arouse me, except in cases of sudden emergency, when he invariably decided to act on his own
responsibility.
One night he had already caught a man getting over the
fence into the garden, and I was aroused only by the cries
of the detected thief, whom Nero hatd secured, and there he
held him till my master arrived; but, contrary to my expectations, he had not lacerated him any further than was
necessary to prevent his escape. He was, indeed, mild and
gentle, though firm and decided. In all cases of seizure he
invariably suited the pressure of his teeth to the obstinacy of
his prisoner, whom he never released until delivered to safe
custody. Perhaps he detained many honest men; but if he
did, none of that stamp had occasion to fear him, as
he never punished any that entered by the lawful way,
merely arresting or safely accompanying them, till further
orders. He was much larger and stronger than myself, his
weight being over forty pounds, while I seldom exceeded
twenty-eight. I began to get more irritable in my latter
days, and got into more scrapes than usual on that account.
As my powers were lessening, I was no longer capable of
resisting foes, which I never feared to attack; but my true and
sturdy friend Nero was ever ready to rush to my assistance
and deliver me in the moment of peril. Many a time has
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when rendering me assistance. Verily, the tables were now
turned. He had formerly looked up to me for advice and
support; now he was daily endeavoring to rid himself of
his debt of gratitude, which enabled me to live out my old
years in peace and retirement, enjoying to the last that repose which he was ever anxious to insure me.
I could relate a hundred of his sagaciously intellectual
feats, but my object is only to demonstrate his kindly deportment toward myself, when I was weak and he was strong.
He would not even approach his food till I had satisfied myself; would even turn out of his warm bed to give place to
me, and appeared (like my master) to feel for my growing
infirmities. I have noticed a large rat composedly washing
his face on his back, while Nero appeared to feel proud
of the confidence placed in him, while he never even
dreamed of offering him any molestation. He was as good
a rat-killer as myself, and ecqually delighted in the sport;
but he never offered to touch those who had thrown themthemselves on his generosity. I have seen my master place
a live rat on his nose, telling not to touch it, which order he
never disobeyed; "but the instant the word "kill" was announced, he immediately destroyed him. He might even be
left loose in a room with a number of rats, and if he were
ordered to let them alone, they were perfectly safe, but on a
given signal, instantaneous death was dealt out to the whole
party. He might safely be trusted with any living thing, as
he never would injure what he was ordered to guard, and
the single word "Stop!" was at all times sufficient to arrest
his most determined attack. In fact, he appeared to live for
the benefit of others, almost regardless of his own private
interests. His benignant looks spoke volumes of kindness,
while his threatening glance forbade unwarranted confidence
in his generosity. To me he was indeed a friend, his attachment increasing as my powers of reciprocation diminished.
Well might he be termed my successor! I had instructed
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worthy emotions. As I grew old and helpless, he amply
restored all that I had expended upon him, his cheerful
attentions enlivening my incapacitated and drooping old age.
CHAPTER XLVII.
TIGER'S LAST MOMENTS, IN PIRESENCE OF HIS MASTER AND HIS
FRIEND ' NERO."
I am now in my seventeenth year-a patriarchal age, to
which few of my brethren have ever attained. The days
of our years are about twelve or fourteen, and if any of us
by chance attain the age of fifteen, the last four years of our
lives are generally devoted to indolence and inactivity. But
up to the age of fourteen I was capable of performing all my
duties: After this period, I was of little use to my master
or amusement to myself. Though to the very last I was
vigilant and faithful in performing my daily routine of duties,
still, as Nero was youthful, active, and intelligent, I was
seldom called to any arduous undertaking, being permitted
to indulge myself as I pleased, as a fitting reward for my
long and valuable services. As I grew weaker and weaker,
deafer and deafer, blinder and blinder, I had little left me
but to ponder over past events, and retrace my history from
the first cat I encountered at the dwelling of Mr. Richard
Marks, down to my feline slaughters in the abode of the disappointed Schlachtenmeister-from the important epoch when
I was hurried off from his lordship's stable, (shortly after
my being ushered into life,) up to the sleepless hours when
death was gradually winding his cords around my lingering
and reasoning instinct. I occasionally started in my sleep,
dreaming that the hogs were to be driven out, the rats were
to be killed, the wolf was to be dislodged; upon which I
wodld creep around in seardh of my foes, when my friend
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and I would again lay me down to snooze. At other times,
in my reveries, I romped with Soto, Roswell, and Truffle,
hunted with Manso or Blanco, or flirted with my favorite
Vick. Then I would suddenly spring up, and fancy the
horrid Johnny was come to disturb my repose, or that Tripey
was bidding me a last farewell. Then I was rocked in the
boisterous ocean, confined in a hopeless dungeon, or having
my head drawn into the domicil of an enraged snappingturtle. I now seldom accompanied my master in his wonted
travels, as he was fearful of my getting into trouble, knowing that my unabated courage was more than a match for my
toothless gums.
As the last year of my life was spent in the city, I greatly
missed my country rambles, and regretted the amusing
ing scenes in which I had formed so conspicuous a part.
But, after all, it mattered but little, as my taste for roving
was well:nigh past, and my powers of endurance were
vanished. Behold me now a battered veteran, the hero of a
thousand fights, indented with scars, which my withering
flesh renders every day more visible; a pair of once bright,
blooming eyes, now lustreless and dull; ears, once quick of
hearing, now reverberating with a hundred medley sounds;
limbs, once elastic at the very echo of my master's voice,
now stiffened and tottering; a skin, once white as snow and
smooth as velvet, now become shabby, rough, and sightless.
Even as I hobble along, my master is accused of cruelty in not
curtailing my pitiful existence, and the finger of scorn is
pointed at my trembling remains. I am no longer patted,
caressed, and flattered, though all remark that I must have
been a good 'un. In spite of all these withering indications,
I was still as fond and faithful as ever, regretting only that I
was unable to render any active service to my protector. I
have nothing now left me but to reconsider my past life. I
have served my master faithfully, have never resented his
corrections nor disputed his advice; have clung to him fearlessly, in prosperity and adversity. Thus while the quivering thrbes of death are creeping over my wasted form, I feel




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I can die in peace. But my master is going forth-I must
accompany him once more before I depart. I totter on his
footsteps, but my spirit faints, and I sink in my last and
dying effort. He takes me in his arms, places me in my bed,
bidding me lie down in peace, convincing me of his enduring friendship and esteem. The faithful Nero stands beside
me in mournful silence, as my life slowly and softly ebbs
away; he bids me he of good cheer, as we faintly echo our
final adieu, and Tiger dies in the seventeenth year of his
age, deeply lamented by all who had the pleasure of his
acquaintance; and now
"He lays like a warrior taking his rest,
"With his canine pelt around him."
What shall we add in honor of his memory?     He was
truly a great and good dog; and may his worthy example
promote the welfare of the whole canine fraternity, by convincing their benefactors that well-trained dogs will insure
pleasure, comfort, profit, and safety to those who may deem
them worthy of education and refinement.

THE END.




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