I went down at once to see the keeper whose grief I knew would be keen.

He told me how for days, Joe could only be persuaded to take food by

seeing him eat and hearing him praise it, how he made him sleep in his

berth by his side, and when death came, held his hand through all the

last struggle.

The man's voice was actually choked with sobs as he said, "It don't

seem right, indeed it don't, not to have a funeral for him! He ought

to have had it."

I never heard Joe had any funeral, but I did hear that he was stuffed,

and looks more like a big boy than when he was alive.

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