CHAPTER FIFTEENTH

JACK’S new home was in a sea-coast town about an hour’s journey by

rail. A baggage car does not afford much opportunity for seeing the

country. Even if it did, Jack was not in a mood to enjoy it, for if

ever there were a homesick dog, Jack was one. When the train stopped

at Seaport and Jack was released, the wind was blowing fresh from the

ocean, and the sun was shining brightly.

When Nature does her best to make things bright for us, we feel her

cheery influence. So it was with Jack, and he began to look about him

with some interest. The engine-house which was to be Jack’s future

home was situated in the centre of the town. It was a small wooden

structure, very unlike the fine brick building where Jack had lived so

long. The men received him kindly and with interest, for Mr. Ledwell

had written a glowing account of Jack’s sagacity and usefulness, but

Jack did not feel happy. How could a dog of his years and experience be

expected to feel at home in a new place and among new people?

Jack showed his gratitude in his dog’s way for all the kindness shown

him, but his occupation was gone. He never ran with the engine again,

for he couldn’t go with his old company. In vain the men tried to

induce him to follow. He resisted every invitation, and watched the

engine start for a fire with perfect indifference.

“He is only homesick. He will be all right when he gets used to us,”

the men said; but they were mistaken. The faithful dog, who had

stood by the company of Engine 33 so long and valiantly, lost all

his interest in the Fire Department. When an alarm sounded, he would

sometimes start to his feet from force of habit, but his interest

went no further. He would sit and watch the engine leave without

manifesting the slightest concern.

When this account of Jack reached the ears of his old friends of

Company 33, they could hardly believe it, for they had supposed that

he would feel at home in an engine-house. If he had been a young dog,

he probably would have adapted himself quickly to the change, but the

saying “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks” is true in most cases.

One day one of the engine men of the town of Seaport went to the city,

and, in order to see what would come of it, took Jack with him. As they

neared the engine-house which had been Jack’s home for so many years, a

change came over him as he recognized familiar objects. His ears were

pricked, his tail no longer drooped, and he hurried along at a rapid

pace. When he reached the engine-house, he turned in at the entrance

and ran upstairs as if he had never been away. The day with his old

friends was a happy one, and Jack seemed as contented and as much at

home as of old. The subject of his not caring to follow the engine was

talked over, and one of the men, in order to try him, went below and

sounded the alarm. In an instant Jack was on his way downstairs in the

old way, and when they saw his disappointment at the trick played upon

him, they were sorry for him, for it made them understand how much the

Fire-Dog grieved for his old home.

After this visit Jack seemed more reconciled to his new surroundings.

He soon made the acquaintance of all the children in town, and endeared

himself to them by his gentle and affectionate ways. They began to

bring him the things dogs are known to relish, as the children who

lived near his old home used to do. Surrounded by so much kindness, no

dog could have been unhappy, and Jack gradually became accustomed to

his new life. It is true the excitement of running with the engine was

no longer his, but other pleasures came into his life. Before long he

became known to all the townspeople, and they began to tell anecdotes

of his sagacity.

Mr. Ledwell, who felt a pity for the faithful dog who was banished from

his old home, ordered the butcher in Seaport to furnish the Fire-Dog

with bones, and every morning at the same hour Jack walked sedately to

the butcher’s shop and got his bone. So it became a standing joke that

old Jack had an account at the butcher’s.

After his visit to the city, when Jack was beginning to cultivate the

social side of his nature by making and receiving calls, which he had

little time to do in the busy life at the city engine-house, he made

the acquaintance of a very affable young dog who greatly pleased him.

So much did he enjoy the new friendship that he went to the greatest

length a dog can go in the way of friendship,—he showed him the place

where he buried his bones and treated him to a generous supply. The new

acquaintance, however, proved to be unworthy of the trust reposed in

him, and went secretly to the spot and helped himself.

When the Fire-Dog discovered that the new friend had taken this mean

advantage of his generosity, he at once cut his acquaintance. When

they met, as they frequently did, the Fire-Dog always looked straight

ahead as if he didn’t see him at all. This course of behavior was very

humiliating to the culprit, and he felt the disgrace much more than any

other course Jack could have pursued, for nothing humiliates a human

being or an animal so much as to be ignored.

Now that Jack was no longer a business dog, it was astonishing how

much time he found in which to amuse himself. He had in the old days,

as we have seen, found no time to indulge in the social pleasures

in which dogs take so much delight, such as running the streets and

calling on dog friends. The only pleasures he then had were the visits

of the children who lived near the engine-house, an occasional call

from Boxer, or a chance meeting with some dog passing through the

city. As we have seen, he had not been popular with the dogs of his

neighborhood, on account of the jealousy his important position excited

in them. Now that he had retired to private life, this objection was

removed, and the Fire-Dog’s loving and amiable nature made him a host

of friends among his kind.

There were certain houses where Jack made daily calls. He went with

great regularity to these houses, as if he felt the care of them and

must see that everything was going on in a satisfactory manner. He

always took up his position on the door-steps or piazza and waited

patiently until some one invited him to enter. If nobody happened to

notice that he was there, it seemed to make no difference to Jack. He

would wait a reasonable time, and then take his leave, calling at the

next house on his list.

Still another pleasure fell to Jack’s lot. He all at once took up the

habit of going to church, and every Sunday Jack was to be seen at one

of the churches in Seaport. He slipped in quietly and took a modest

position in the back part of the church, where he was in nobody’s way.

He sat very still through the service, usually taking short naps during

the sermon, but he was always wide awake and attentive during the

singing, which apparently afforded him great enjoyment. He went to one

church after another, as if testing them to see which suited his taste

the best, and finally settled upon the Methodist, attending services

with great regularity. It was supposed to be the character of the music

which made Jack choose this denomination, for the cheerful, hopeful

vein that pervades the Methodist hymns seemed to be particularly

acceptable to him.

This church-going habit was, of course, no objection, as the

intelligent dog made no disturbance during service, and went and

came with the greatest propriety. Before long, however, the children

in the congregation discovered that Jack was a regular attendant at

church, and from that time there was a craning of necks to obtain a

look at the Fire-Dog, and whispered questions and other signs which

showed that the young members of the congregation were more intent

upon watching Jack than they were upon the service. When this state

of affairs became apparent, word was sent to the engine-house that

Jack must be kept at home on Sunday. So the following Sunday Jack was

locked up in the engine-house, and a miserable morning he passed,

softly whining to himself when he heard the church-bells summoning the

congregation.

The next Sunday morning when the firemen looked for Jack to shut him

up, the Fire-Dog was nowhere to be found. In vain they hunted and

called; there was no response. But Jack attended services that morning

at the Baptist Church. The following Saturday night Jack was secured,

and he passed the next day locked up in the engine-house, a very

unhappy dog; and the firemen thought they had at last found a way to

keep the Fire-Dog away from church, by securing him on Saturday night.

They were mistaken, however, for the next Saturday night not a trace

was to be found of knowing Jack. The next morning he slipped into the

Universalist Church as the swinging door was opened by a tardy arrival,

and he took up his old position in the corner. He was one of the first

to pass out of the open doors when the service was ended, and very few

knew of his presence.

After this, the firemen decided it was not much use to attempt to keep

Jack from attending church, so they let matters take their course; and

as he went sometimes to one and sometimes to another of the churches,

no further complaints were made. If he succeeded in slipping in when

some one was entering, he took advantage of the chance and entered;

but if no such opportunity offered, he seated himself outside where he

could hear the singing. When the congregation came out, he joined them

and walked sedately home.

After Jack’s departure, his old friend Boxer grieved for him long, and

seemed to take comfort in visiting the Fire-Dog’s old home. He passed

a great part of his time there, watching the men and the horses, and

gradually came to be there most of the time. He seemed to feel it his

duty to guard the property, and sat for hours in front of the house,

watching the pigeons and sparrows when they came for the food that was

regularly thrown out to them.

Here Boxer’s duty ended. He was observed to watch the engine start

off to a fire with great interest, bustling about while the hurried

preparations were going on, and barking himself hoarse with excitement

as the horses dashed out of the engine-house and disappeared down the

hill. He watched them with longing eyes, but could never be induced to

follow them, much as he seemed to long to do it. The men concluded that

he considered this had been his friend Jack’s privilege, and that he

was too loyal to his old friend to usurp his rights.

Boxer also took great pleasure in the visits of the children who still

came to the engine-house, and they soon became very fond of him,

although at first the youngest among them were rather afraid of his big

mouth and rather savage expression. Among his visitors were Sam and

Billy, and many choice morsels of food he received from their hands.

So we see that although he did not take the Fire-Dog’s place, he had a

place of his own in the hearts of the firemen and the young visitors

who came so often to the engine-house.

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