The wrath of the Wolf was excessive, but after some time it began to
subside. Mankind, it was evident, at least the pastoral portion of them,
did not appreciate as they ought the dawn of intelligence among the
lupuline race--the first faint efforts of the brute intellect to attain
emancipation from ignorance and savageism. However, he would try again.
Perseverance might conquer destiny. The Great, thought he, are not always
thus unfortunate. Certainly it should not be so in my case. Ha! here we
are at the door of another shepherd, and methinks a man of a thoughtful
and benevolent aspect. Let us see how we shall get along with his new
crookship.
So he began: “How is this, my dear friend?” he asked; “you seem rather
depressed in spirits. Nothing unpleasant, I hope?--no domestic fracas, or
thing of that sort--eh?”
“No,” returned the Shepherd, sighing, “but I have lost my faithful
dog--an animal I have had for years--and I shall never be able to supply
his place. I have been just thinking what a noble creature he was.”
“Gadso! that’s good news!” cried the Wolf--“I mean for myself--ay, and
on second thoughts, let me add for you too, Shepherd. You have me exactly
in the nick of time. It’s just the nicest thing that could have happened!”
“What do you mean?” cried the shepherd. “Nicest thing that could have
happened! I don’t understand you.”
“I’ll enlighten you, my worthy,” cried Isegrim in high spirits. “What
would you think? I have just had the bloodiest battle you can imagine
with my brethren in the forest; they and I quarrelled upon a point of
etiquette; so I tore a dozen and a half of them to pieces, and made awful
examples of all the rest. The consequence is, that the whole of the brute
world is up in arms against me; I can no longer herd with my kind; for
safety sake I must make my dwelling among the children of men. Now, as
you have lost your dog, what can you do better than hire me to fill his
place? Depend upon it, I shall have such a constant eye to your sheep!
And, as to expense, I shall cost you nothing; for as employment, and not
emolument, is my object, I shall manage to live on a mere idea--in fact,
I don’t care whether I eat or drink; I’ll feed upon air, if you only take
me into your service!”
“Do you mean to say,” demanded the Shepherd, “that you would protect my
flock against the invasions of your own brethren, the wolves?”
“Mean to say it! I’ll swear it,” cried Isegrim. “I’ll keep them at such
a distance that no eye in the village shall see them; that their very
existence shall become at length matter of tradition only; so that people
shall think there is only one Wolf--that’s myself--in the world!”
“And pray,” asked the Shepherd, “while you protect my sheep against other
wolves, who will protect them against you? Am I to suppose that though
you hold the place of a dog, you can ever forget that you inherit the
nature of a wolf? And if I cannot suppose so, should I not be a madman to
employ you? What! introduce a thief into my house that he may forestall
by his own individual industry the assaults of other thieves on my
property? Upon my word, that’s not so bad! I wonder in what school you
learned such precious logic, Master Isegrim?”
“You be hanged!” cried the Wolf in a rage, as he took his departure; “a
pretty fellow you are to talk to me of schools, you who were never even
at a hedge-school!”