Who
shall say how much of the compassionate love of the good Samaritan
was in his canine heart? Who shall exactly measure and justly
estimate the joy of the other faithful, intelligent animal who saved
the crew of the wrecked vessel?
One more story of a dog I remember which is too good to be
forgotten; as it shows, not only the sagacity, but the love and
self-denial of one of these faithful creatures.
A shepherd, whose flocks were in the high pastures on the Grampian
Hills, took with him one day his little boy who was about three
years of age. They had gone some distance, when he found it
necessary, for some reason or other, to ascend the summit of one of
the hills. He thought it would be too fatiguing for the child to go
up; so he left him below with the dog, telling the little fellow to
stay there till he returned, and charging the good and faithful dog
to watch over the boy.
Scarcely had the shepherd reached the summit, before there came up
one of those very thick fogs which are common among these mountains.
These heavy mists often come up so suddenly and so thick that it is
like a dark night--you can see absolutely nothing.
The unhappy father hurried down the mountain to his little boy; but,
from fright and from the utter darkness, lost the way.
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