I got her away to bed.

"May Rab and me bide?" said James.

"_You_ may; and Rab, if he will behave himself."

"I'se warrant he's do that, doctor;" and in slunk the faithful beast.

I wish you could have seen him. There are no such dogs now. He belonged

to a lost tribe. As I have said, he was brindled, and gray like Rubislaw

granite; his hair short, hard, and close, like a lion's; his body

thickset, like a little bull--a sort of compressed Hercules of a dog. He

must have been ninety pounds' weight, at the least; he had a large blunt

head; his muzzle black as night, his mouth blacker than any night, a

tooth or two--being all he had--gleaming out of his jaws of darkness.

His head was scarred with the records of old wounds, a sort of series of

fields of battle all over it; one eye out, one ear cropped as close as

was Archbishop Leighton's father's; the remaining eye had the power of

two; and above it, and in constant communication with it, was a tattered

rag of an ear, which was forever unfurling itself, like an old flag; and

then that bud of a tail, about one inch long, if it could in any sense

be said to be long, being as broad as long--the mobility, the

instantaneousness of that bud were very funny and surprising, and its

expressive twinklings and winkings, the intercommunications between the

eye, the ear, and it, were of the oddest and swiftest.

Rab had the dignity and simplicity of great size; and having fought his

way all along the road to absolute supremacy, he was as mighty in his

own line as Julius Cæsar or the Duke of Wellington, and had the gravity

of all great fighters.

You must have often observed the likeness of certain men to certain

animals, and of certain dogs to men. Now, I never looked at Rab without

thinking of the great Baptist preacher, Andrew Fuller. The same large,

heavy, menacing, combative, sombre, honest countenance, the same deep

inevitable eye, the same look--as of thunder asleep, but ready--neither

a dog nor a man to be trifled with.

Next day, my master, the surgeon, examined Ailie. There was no doubt it

must kill her, and soon. It could be removed--it might never return--it

would give her speedy relief--she should have it done.

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