California Farmer and Journal of Useful Sciences, Volume 45, Number 19, Wednesday, September 28, 1876, Page 151, Column 1 –
A DOG DYING OF GRIEF
The "Forest and Stream" some months ago gave the following story of a dog's love for its master:
About two weeks ago a man named Parcel's, a blacksmith, residing near Dobb's Ferry, went hunting "coons" at midnight. His companions consisted of a neighbor residing close by, and a faithful dog. While searching for game at Sneeden's Landing, on the Hudson River, Parcels approached the brink of the Palisades, and by some mishap lost his balance and fell down a distance of 30 feet. His friend having missed him, sought him, and by diligent search found him lying where he had fallen, and his faithful dog by his side moaning piteously. In attempting to approach the body the usually friendly animal strongly protested by growls and threatening attitudes. The man seeing that his companion was seriously injured, went for aid, and in a short time returned with a surgeon and some friends; but the dog, which lay with its head across the body, refused to let them touch the treasure it so faithfully guarded. They were at length compelled to drive him away from his post by blows. An examination proved that the man was dead, so the remains were placed in a boat and a piece of canvas thrown over them. The dog jumped into the boat also, and placed his head across his master's face, and remained there until the landing. The body was then placed in a wagon and conveyed home; but no sooner had it been covered than the loving friend again sought his old post. After the burial the dog became more depressed, refused its food, and wandered listlessly about, moaning in a low, nervous tone, and heedless of everything. He would pay no attention to the inmates of the house, and all their efforts could not cause him to manifest any signs of recognition. After dragging along for a week, caring neither for food nor water, the faithful dog died — a martyr to love for his master.
A DOG DYING OF GRIEF
The "Forest and Stream" some months ago gave the following story of a dog's love for its master:
About two weeks ago a man named Parcel's, a blacksmith, residing near Dobb's Ferry, went hunting "coons" at midnight. His companions consisted of a neighbor residing close by, and a faithful dog. While searching for game at Sneeden's Landing, on the Hudson River, Parcels approached the brink of the Palisades, and by some mishap lost his balance and fell down a distance of 30 feet. His friend having missed him, sought him, and by diligent search found him lying where he had fallen, and his faithful dog by his side moaning piteously. In attempting to approach the body the usually friendly animal strongly protested by growls and threatening attitudes. The man seeing that his companion was seriously injured, went for aid, and in a short time returned with a surgeon and some friends; but the dog, which lay with its head across the body, refused to let them touch the treasure it so faithfully guarded. They were at length compelled to drive him away from his post by blows. An examination proved that the man was dead, so the remains were placed in a boat and a piece of canvas thrown over them. The dog jumped into the boat also, and placed his head across his master's face, and remained there until the landing. The body was then placed in a wagon and conveyed home; but no sooner had it been covered than the loving friend again sought his old post. After the burial the dog became more depressed, refused its food, and wandered listlessly about, moaning in a low, nervous tone, and heedless of everything. He would pay no attention to the inmates of the house, and all their efforts could not cause him to manifest any signs of recognition. After dragging along for a week, caring neither for food nor water, the faithful dog died — a martyr to love for his master.
California Farmer and Journal of Useful Sciences, Volume 45, Number 19, Wednesday, September 28, 1876, Page 151, Column 1 –
A DOG DYING OF GRIEF
The "Forest and Stream" some months ago gave the following story of a dog's love for its master:
About two weeks ago a man named Parcel's, a blacksmith, residing near Dobb's Ferry, went hunting "coons" at midnight. His companions consisted of a neighbor residing close by, and a faithful dog. While searching for game at Sneeden's Landing, on the Hudson River, Parcels approached the brink of the Palisades, and by some mishap lost his balance and fell down a distance of 30 feet. His friend having missed him, sought him, and by diligent search found him lying where he had fallen, and his faithful dog by his side moaning piteously. In attempting to approach the body the usually friendly animal strongly protested by growls and threatening attitudes. The man seeing that his companion was seriously injured, went for aid, and in a short time returned with a surgeon and some friends; but the dog, which lay with its head across the body, refused to let them touch the treasure it so faithfully guarded. They were at length compelled to drive him away from his post by blows. An examination proved that the man was dead, so the remains were placed in a boat and a piece of canvas thrown over them. The dog jumped into the boat also, and placed his head across his master's face, and remained there until the landing. The body was then placed in a wagon and conveyed home; but no sooner had it been covered than the loving friend again sought his old post. After the burial the dog became more depressed, refused its food, and wandered listlessly about, moaning in a low, nervous tone, and heedless of everything. He would pay no attention to the inmates of the house, and all their efforts could not cause him to manifest any signs of recognition. After dragging along for a week, caring neither for food nor water, the faithful dog died — a martyr to love for his master.
A DOG DYING OF GRIEF
The "Forest and Stream" some months ago gave the following story of a dog's love for its master:
About two weeks ago a man named Parcel's, a blacksmith, residing near Dobb's Ferry, went hunting "coons" at midnight. His companions consisted of a neighbor residing close by, and a faithful dog. While searching for game at Sneeden's Landing, on the Hudson River, Parcels approached the brink of the Palisades, and by some mishap lost his balance and fell down a distance of 30 feet. His friend having missed him, sought him, and by diligent search found him lying where he had fallen, and his faithful dog by his side moaning piteously. In attempting to approach the body the usually friendly animal strongly protested by growls and threatening attitudes. The man seeing that his companion was seriously injured, went for aid, and in a short time returned with a surgeon and some friends; but the dog, which lay with its head across the body, refused to let them touch the treasure it so faithfully guarded. They were at length compelled to drive him away from his post by blows. An examination proved that the man was dead, so the remains were placed in a boat and a piece of canvas thrown over them. The dog jumped into the boat also, and placed his head across his master's face, and remained there until the landing. The body was then placed in a wagon and conveyed home; but no sooner had it been covered than the loving friend again sought his old post. After the burial the dog became more depressed, refused its food, and wandered listlessly about, moaning in a low, nervous tone, and heedless of everything. He would pay no attention to the inmates of the house, and all their efforts could not cause him to manifest any signs of recognition. After dragging along for a week, caring neither for food nor water, the faithful dog died — a martyr to love for his master.
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