46 Protean Papers ancestry with the variegated luxuriance of that of the family of Foulke, that all may in time find some sort of nobility, and even royalty, within easy reach, thanks to the diligence of the Genealogical Society of Pennsylvania. I MY DOG ALWAYS had bad luck bought a black and tan, a Scotch terrier, he was stol coach dog, and I don't know of him. I have one now tha he was a puppy in order t dren might "train him." 1 and this dog is in great per nation. The only dog I had who faithful" was Prince. Prince actly my dog- that is, he w mally transferred to me by a we went to Long Branch ev and a few days after our a would come to visit us, an prolonged his visit until we 1 I can not say exactly what k Prince was; in fact, I do not having seen any of the bree which are hard to describe, but whether they were the result of a peculiarity in the stock, or of early misfortune in this particular dog, I am not able to say. He had large flat feet, almost as big as the rest of his legs, and the toes of the front feet turned out so decidedly that the footprints would indicate the dog was going in two opposite directions at the same time. His prevailing color was yellow, interspersed with spots of brownish clay color and dirty white. He was further often adorned with splashes of mud. His hair was thick and shaggy, and hung over his eyes. If you stroked him (which you did not often do), you could feel the burrs under his long, coarse hair, and quantities of small shot beneath his skin- deposited there by the neighbors in vain efforts to shorten his existence. If any one should recognize the breed from this description, he will proba My Dog 49 bly know that there are two qualities for which dogs of this kind can be recommended. The first is their indestructibility, and the second, their adhesiveness to any one who will give them something to eat. Three several times was that dog thrown into a cistern, and three several times did Providence interpose by a miracle to save his life. Nothing short of supernatural assistance could account for his invulnerability to stones, bricks, tin pans, and every other conceivable missile hurled at him by an outraged public. Prince had a discriminating mind; he always knew just whom to bite. A party of young rascals could steal into our melon patch at night and empty it without the slightest risk, but a friend who came to visit us was always in danger, and did not often escape without damage to his raiment and his skin. Prince was the best known dog in the neighborhood; I think our family was chiefly distinguished in the place because we belonged to that dog. For some reason we were not popular, our characters being judged by the company we kept. Prince was old when he first came to us, 4 world. Prince followed her everywhere, snapping at every one that passed, as the suspected enemy of his mistress; and she declared that he was at heart really one of the best dogs in the world, but much misunderstood. And when he kept us awake at night howling hyena-like in the front yard, she would patiently listen to the noise for hours, regarding it as only another evidence of his wonderful faithfulness. At last, however, even Prince went the way of all the earth. One summer we returned and he was no longer there to meet us. But my dog par excellence was Drapeau. There was no difficulty in telling what kind of a dog he was. He was a St. Bernard, bought from the monks at the Hospice. It was in the summer of 1872. I had been climbing, with a companion and a guide, across glaciers, around the Matter |