"With eye upraised his master's looks to scan,
The joy, the solace, and the aid of man,
The rich man's guardian, and the poor man's friend,
The only creature faithful to the end."
Crabbe.
"The Newfoundland, take him all in all, is unsurpassed, and possibly
unequalled as the companion of man."--_Idstone_.
"These animals are faithful, good-natured, and friendly. They will
allow no one to injure either their master or his property, however
great be the danger. They only want the faculty of speech to make
their good wishes understood."--"_Newfoundland Dogs_," in _McGregor's
"Historical and Descriptive Sketches of British America_."
_Dog Barks_. Shepherd.--"Heavens! I could hae thocht that was
`Bronte.'"
_Christopher North_.--"No bark like his, James, now belongs to the
world of sound."
_Shepherd_.--"Purple black was he all over, as the raven's wing.
Strength and sagacity emboldened his bounding beauty, but a fierceness
lay deep down within the quiet lustre of his eye, that tauld ye, had
he been angered he could hae torn in pieces a lion."
_North_.--"Not a child of three years old and upwards in the
neighbourhood that had not hung by his mane, and played with his paws,
and been affectionately worried by him on the flowery
greensward."--"_Noctes Ambrosianae_."
"Heigho!" I sighed, as I sat stirring the fire one evening in our
little cosy cottage. "So that little dream is at an end."
"Twenty guineas," said my wife, opening her eyes in sad surprise.
"Twenty guineas! It is a deal of money, dear."
"Yes," I assented, "it is a deal of money for us. Not, mind you, that
Sable isn't worth double. She has taken the highest honours on the show
benches; her pedigree is a splendid one, and all the sporting papers are
loud in her praises. She is the biggest and grandest Newfoundland ever
seen in this country. But twenty guineas! Yes, that is a deal of
money."
"I wish I could make the money with my needle, dear," my wife remarked,
after a few minutes' silence.
"I wish I could make the money with my pen, Dot," I replied; "but I fear
even pen and needle both together won't enable us to afford so great a
luxury for some time to come. There are bills that must be paid; both
baker and butcher would soon begin to look sour if they didn't get what
they call their little dues."
"Yes," said Dot, "and there are these rooms to be papered and painted."
"To say nothing of a new carpet to be bought," I said, "and oilcloth for
the lobby, and seeds for the garden."
"Yes, dear," said my wife, "and that American rocking-chair that you've
set your heart upon."
"Oh, that can wait, Dot. There are plenty other things needed more than
that. But it is quite evident, Sable is out of the question for the
present."
I looked down as I spoke, and patted the head of my champion
Newfoundland Theodore Nero, who had entered unseen and was gazing up in
my face with his bonnie hazel eyes as if he comprehended every word of
the conversation.
"Poor Nero," I said, "I _should_ have liked to have had Sable just to be
a mate and companion for you, old boy."
The great dog looked from me to my wife, and back again at me, and
wagged his enormous tail.
"I've got you, master," he seemed to say, "and my dear mistress. What
more could I wish?"
Just as I pen these lines, gentle reader, two little toddlers are coming
home from forenoon school, with slates under their arms; but when the
above conversation took place, no toddlers were on the books, as they
say in the navy. We were not long married. It was nine long years ago,
or going on that way. The previous ten years of my life had been spent
at sea; but service in Africa had temporarily ruined my health, so that
invaliding on a modicum of half-pay seemed more desirable than active
service on full.
These were the dear old days of poverty and romance. Retirement from
active duty afloat and--marriage. It is too often the case that he who
marries for love has to work for siller. Henceforward, literature was
to be my staff, if not the crutch on which I should limp along until "my
talents should be recognised," as my wife grandly phrased it.
"Poor and content is rich, and rich enough," says the greatest William
that ever lived. There is nothing to be ashamed of in poverty, and just
as little to boast about. Naval officers who retire young are all poor.
I know some who once upon a time were used to strut the quarter-deck or
ship's bridge in blue and gold, and who are now, God help them, selling
tea or taking orders for wine.
"With all my worldly goods I thee endow." I squeezed the hand of my
bride at the altar as I spoke the words, and well she knew the pressure
was meant to recall to her mind a fact of which she was already
cognisant, that "all my worldly goods" consisted of a Cremona fiddle,
and my Newfoundland dog, and my old sea-chest; but the bottom of that
was shaky.
But to resume my story.
"Hurrah!" I shouted some mornings after, as I opened the letters.
"Here's news, Dot. We're going to have Sable after all. Hear how D.
O'C writes. He says--
"`Though I have never met you, judging from what I have seen of your
writings, I would rather you accepted Sable as a gift, than that any one
else should have my favourite for money,' and so on and so forth."
These are not the exact words of the letter, but they convey the exact
meaning.
Sable was to come by boat from Ireland, and I was to go to Bristol, a
distance of seventy miles, to meet her, for no one who values the life
and limbs of a dog, would trust to the tender mercies of the railway
companies.
"I'll go with you, Gordon," said my dear friend, Captain D--. Like
myself, he had been a sailor, but unmarried, for, as he used to express
it, "he had pulled up in time." He had taken _Punch's_ advice to people
about to marry--"Don't."
Captain D--didn't.
"Well, Frank," I said, "I'll be very glad indeed of your company."
So off we started the night before, for the boat would be in the basin
at Hotwells early the next morning. The scene and the din on board that
Irish boat beggars description, and I do not know which made the most
noise, the men or the pigs. I think if anything the pigs did. It
seemed to me that evil spirits had entered into the pigs, and they
wanted to throw themselves into the sea. I believe evil spirits had
entered into the men, too; some of them, at all events, _smelt_ of evil
spirits.
"Is it a thremendeous big brute 'av a black dog you've come to meet,
sorr?" said the cook to me.
"Yes," I replied, "a big black dog, but not a brute."
"Well, poor baste, sorr, it's in my charge she has been all the way, and
she's had lashin's to ate and to drink. Thank you koindly, sir, and God
bless your honour. Yonder she is, sorr, tied up foreninst the
horse-box, and she's been foighting with the pigs all the noight, sorr."
She certainly had been fighting with the pigs, for she herself was
wounded, and the ears of some of the pigs were in tatters.
Sable was looking very sour and sulky. She certainly had not relished
the company she had been placed among. She permitted me to lead her on
shore; then she gave me one glance, and cast one towards my friend.
"You'll be the _man_ that has come for me," she said; she did not say
"the gentleman."
"Who is your fat friend?" she added.
We both caressed her without eliciting the slightest token on her part
of any desire to improve our acquaintance.
"You may pat me," she told us, "and call me pet names as much as you
please. I won't bite you as I did the pigs, but I don't care a bone for
either of you, and, what is more, I never intend to. I have left my
heart in Ireland; my master is there."
"Come on, Sable," I said; "we'll go now and have some breakfast."
"Don't pull," said Sable; "I'm big enough to break the chain and bolt if
I wish to. I'll go with you, but I'll neither be dragged nor driven."
No dog ever had a better breakfast put before her, but she would not
deign even to look at it.
"Yes," she seemed to say, "it is very nice, and smells appetising, and
I'm hungry, too; a bite of a sow's ear is all I've had since I left
home; but for all that I don't mean to eat; I'm going to starve myself
to death, that is what I'm going to do."
It is very wrong and unfair to bring home any animal, whether bird or
beast, to one's house without having previously made everything needful
ready for its reception. Sable's comfort had not been forgotten, and on
her arrival we turned her into the back yard, where, in a small wooden
house, was a bed of the cleanest straw, to say nothing of a dish of
wholesome food, and a bowl of the purest water. The doors to the yard
were locked, but no chain was put on the new pet, for the walls were
seven feet high or nearly so, and her safety was thus insured.
So we thought, but, alas for our poor logic! We had yet to learn what
Sable's jumping capabilities were. When I wrote next day, and told her
old master that Sable had leapt the high wall and fled, the reply was
that he regretted very much not having told me, that she was the most
wonderful dog to jump ever he had seen or heard tell of.
Meanwhile Sable was gone. But where or whither? The country is
well-wooded, but there are plenty of sheep in it. Judging from Sable's
pig-fighting qualities, I felt sure she would not starve, if she chose
to feed on sheep. But one sheep a day, even for a week, would make a
hole in my quarter's half-pay, and I shuddered to think of the little
bill Sable might in a very short time run me up. No one had seen Sable.
So days passed; then came a rumour that some school children had been
frightened nearly out of their little wits by the appearance of an
enormous bear, in a wood some miles from our cottage.
My hopes rose; the bear must be Sable. So an expedition was organised
to go in search of her. The rank and file of this expedition consisted
of schoolboys. I myself was captain, and Theodore Nero, the
Newfoundland, was first lieutenant.
We were successful. My heart jumped for joy as I saw the great dog in
the distance. But she would not suffer any one to come near her. That
was not her form. I must walk on and whistle, and she would follow. I
was glad enough to close with the offer, and gladder still when we
reached home before she changed her mind and went off again.
Chaining now became imperative until Sable became reconciled to her
situation in life, until I had succeeded in taming her by kindness.
This was by no means an easy task. For weeks she never responded to
either kind word or caress, but one day Sable walked up to me as I sat
writing, and, much to my surprise, offered me her great paw.
"Shake hands," she seemed to say as she wagged her tail, "Shake hands.
You're not half such a bad fellow as I first took you for."
My friend, Captain D--, was delighted, and we must needs write at once
to Sable's old master to inform him of the unprecedented event.
Sable became every day more friendly and loving in her own gentle
undemonstrative and quiet fashion. But as yet she had never barked.
One day, however, on throwing a stick to Nero, she too ran after it, and
on making pretence to throw it again, Sable began to caper. Not
gracefully perhaps, but still it was capering, and finally she barked.
When I told friend Frank he was as much overjoyed as I was. I suggested
writing at once to Ireland and making the tidings known.
"A letter, Gordon," said my friend emphatically, "will not meet the
requirements of the case. Let us telegraph. Let us wire, thus--`_Sable
has barked_.'"
The good dog's former master was much pleased at the receipt of the
information.
"She will do now," he wrote; "and I'm quite easy in my mind about her."
Now all this may appear very trivial to some of my readers, but there
really was for a time, a probability that Sable would die of sheer
grief, as, poor dog, she eventually succumbed to consumption.
We were, if possible, kinder to Sable, or Aileen Aroon, as she was now
called, than ever. She became the constant companion of all our walks
and rambles, and developed more and more excellences every week.
Without being what might be called brilliant, Aileen was clever and most
teachable. She never had been a trained or educated dog. Theodore Nero
had, and whether he took pity on his wife's ignorance or not, I cannot
say, but he taught her a very great deal she never knew anything about
before.
Here is a proof that Aileen's reasoning powers were of no mean order.
When Master Nero wanted a tit-bit he was in the habit of making a bow
for it. The bow consisted in a graceful inclination or lowering of the
chest and head between the outstretched fore-paws. Well, Aileen was not
long in perceiving that the performing of this little ceremony always
procured for her husband a morsel of something nice to eat, that "To
boo, and to boo, and to boo," was the best of policies.
She therefore took to it without any tuition, and to see those "twa
dogs," standing in front of me when a biscuit or two were on the board,
and booing, and booing, and booing, was a sight to have made a
dray-horse smile.
I am sure that Nero soon grew exceedingly fond of his new companion, and
she of him in her quiet way.
I may state here parenthetically, that Master Nero had had a companion
before Aileen. His previous experience of the married state, however,
had not been a happy one. His wife, "Bessie" to name, had taken to
habits of intemperance. She had been used to one glass of beer a day
before she came to me, and it was thought it might injure her to stop
it. If she had kept to this, it would not have mattered, but she used
to run away in the evenings, and go to a public-house, where she would
always find people willing to treat her for the mere curiosity of seeing
a dog drink. When she came home she was not always so steady as she
might be, but foolishly affectionate. She would sit down by me and
insist upon shaking hands about fifteen times every minute, or she would
annoy Nero by pawing him till he growled at her, and told her, or seemed
to tell her, she ought to be ashamed of herself for being in the state
she was. She was very fat, and after drinking beer used to take Nero's
bed from him and sleep on her back snoring, much to his disgust. This
dog was afterwards sold to Mr Montgomery, of Oxford, who stopped her
allowance for some months, after which she would neither look at ale nor
gin-and-water, of which latter she used to be passionately fond.
Aileen and Nero used to be coupled together in the street with a short
chain attached to their collars. But not always; they used to walk
together jowl to jowl, whether they were coupled or not, and these two
splendid black dogs were the wonder and admiration of all who beheld
them. Whatever one did the other did, they worked in couple. When I
gave my stick to Nero to carry, Aileen must have one end of it. When we
went shopping they carried the stick thus between them, with a bag or
basket slung between, and their steadiness could be depended on.
They used to spring into the river or into the sea from a boat both
together, and both together bring out whatever was thrown to them.
Their immense heads above the water both in friendly juxta-position,
were very pretty to look at.
They were in the habit of hunting rats or rabbits in couples, one going
up one side of the hedge, the other along the other side.
I am sorry to say they used at times, for the mere fun of the thing, and
out of no real spirit of ill-nature, to hunt horses as well as rabbits,
one at one side of the horse the other at the other, and likewise
bicyclists; this was great fun for the dogs, but the bicyclists looked
at the matter from quite another point of view. But I never managed to
break them altogether of these evil habits.
It has often seemed to me surprising how one dog will encourage another
in doing mischief. A few dogs together will conceive and execute deeds
of daring, that an animal by himself would never even dream of
attempting.
As I travelled a good deal by train at that time, and always took my two
dogs with me, it was more convenient to go into the guard's van with my
pets, than take a first or second class carriage by storm. I shall
never forget being put one day with the two dogs into a large almost
empty van. It was almost empty, but not quite. There was a ram tied up
at the far end of it.
Now if this ram had chosen to behave himself, as a ram in respectable
society ought to, it would have saved me a deal of trouble, and the ram
some danger. But no sooner had the train started than the obstreperous
brute began to bob his head and stamp his feet at me and my companions
in the most ominous way.
Luckily the dogs were coupled; I could thus more easily command them.
But no sooner had the ram begun to stamp and bob, than both dogs
commenced to growl, and wanted to fly straight at him. "Let us kill
that insolent ram," said Nero, "who dares to stamp and nod at us."
"Yes," cried Aileen, "happy thought! let us kill him."
I was ten minutes in that van before the train pulled up, ten minutes
during which I had to exercise all the tact of a great general in order
to keep the peace. Had the ram, who was just as eager for the fray as
the dogs, succeeded in breaking his fastenings, hostilities would have
commenced instantly, and I would have been powerless.
By good luck the train stopped in time to prevent a catastrophe, and we
got out, but for nearly a week, as a result of my struggle with the
dogs, I ached all over and felt as limp as a stranded jelly-fish.