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| The Chickadee Or Snowbird In The Snow|
It was a bright, wintry day. The frost jewels sparkled on the snow.
The winds blew cutting cold from the north.
Phyllis, in her sc...
| Twenty Little Chickadees|
Twenty little chickadees,
Sitting in a row;
Twenty pairs of naked feet
Buried in the snow.
I should think you'd fly a...
| The Snowbird's Song|
The ground was all covered with snow, one day,
And two little sisters were busy at play--
A snowbird was sitting close by on a ...
| How The Birds Got Their Feathers Iroquois Myth|
That evening, as the family sat beside the hearth, Phyllis thought of
the brave little chickadees out in the fir-trees.
"I wonder i...
| Chilly Little Chickadees|
Chilly little chickadees,
Sitting in a row,
Chilly little chickadees,
Buried in the snow,
Don't you find it very cold
| All About The Chickadee|
Does not go south in winter.
Song--two or three clear long whistles and the chirping of his own
A gay, curiou...
| Robin Redbreast Merry Robin Redbreast|
"Robin, robin redbreast,
Singing on the bough,
Come and get your breakfast,
We will feed you now.
Robin likes the gol...
| The Robin's Red Breast|
It was very cold in the north country. The ice was thick and the snow
The seal and the white bear were happy. They like...
| Which Was The Wiser?|
One morning in the early spring a raven was sitting on one of the
branches of an old oak. He felt very ugly and cross, and could only...
| All About The Robin|
One of the first birds to return in the spring--migrates north early in
March--sometimes remains during winter--stays north as late as...
| The Swallow Under The Eaves|
It was the tenth day of April. Phyllis knew the date because it
chanced to be her birthday. She was just eight years old.
| The Swallows|
Once upon a time some Eskimo children were playing in the wet clay by
the seashore. They were making tiny toy houses of the clay. Th...
| All About The Barn Swallow|
Comes north about first or second week in April. Remains until late
September or October--builds and travels in flocks or companies--...
| The Hawk And The Raven From The Barnyard Fence|
Had not the old hen been such a watchful mother she would never have
been able to care for such a big, fluffy family.
Had not Phyll...
| The First Hawk|
During the short Greenland summer the Eskimos live along the seacoast.
They put up their strange skin huts and hunt and fish and make ...
| Origin Of The Raven And The Macaw Zuni Creation Myth|
Long, long ago there were but few Indians on the earth. The world was
not as it is now. The earth people did not understand things a...
| All About The Chicken-hawk|
Voice--sharp, harsh, discordant cries--queer "whistling" noises.
Upper parts brownish black mixed with white--throat and under tail
| All About The Raven|
Three times the size of robin.
Does not migrate, but is usually resident in the place where it can
best provide for itself and fami...
| The Kingfisheror Halcyon Bird With The Water Watchman|
"Please, Jack," begged Phyllis.
"Girls always talk," replied Jack.
"I will not say a word to you--indeed I will not."
| The Halcyon Birds|
That evening Phyllis opened a new book and on almost the first page she
saw something about the halcyon birds.
"Perhaps it is Jack'...
| All About The Kingfisher|
Comes north in early March--remains until December, often throughout
Song--harsh, discordant, laughing chuckle or rattle-...
| The Red-headed Woodpecker In Cap Of Red|
Phyllis sat in her own room, rocking her doll to sleep. The window was
open and the curtain flapped idly in the breeze.
| A Legend Of The Northland|
Away, away in the Northland,
Where the hours of the day are few,
And the nights are so long in winter
They cannot sleep ...
| All About The Woodpecker|
Comes north in May--often stays all winter--most commonly seen in the
Song--shrill, lively call resembling the voice of the t...
| The Lark In The Meadow|
If Jack's big black dog, Nero, had not chanced to snatch Phyllis's rag
doll by the head and run away with it this story would have nev...
| The Song Of The Merry Lark|
Once there was an old gray pussy, and she went down into the meadow,
where she saw a merry lark flying among the tall reeds; and pussy...
| All About The Meadow Lark|
Usually resident--sometimes goes south in late October, returning in
Song--a very beautiful sweet, clear whistle--heard in t...
| A Good-night|
"Haw-haw! Hoo! hoo!"
Phyllis listened again.
"Haw-haw! Hoo! hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"
"Oh, I see you now!" laughed Phyllis.
| The Owl|
When cats run home, and light is come
And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring ...
| The Owl Girl|
Once a very queer little girl lived in a village beside the great Yukon
This little girl did not care to play with other chi...
| The Owl And The Raven|
Once upon a time the owl and the raven were fast friends.
They lived beside the same stream. They built their nests in a tree
| The Owl|
When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes fr...
| All About The Barred Or Hoot Owl|
Notes--deep-toned, startling hoot.
Heard most frequently at nesting time.
Upper parts brown, marked with white--face gray, mo...
| The Bobolink A Summer Song|
He sat upon the tallest bending grass stalk. He paid not the slightest
attention to Phyllis. He just swung lightly with the June bre...
| Robert Of Lincoln|
Merrily swinging on brier and weed,
Near to the nest of his little dame,
Over the mountainside or mead,
Robert of Lincol...
| All About The Bobolink Or Ricebird|
Male arrives north middle of May.--Female comes some ten or twelve days
later--travel generally by night and in flocks.--Flies sou...
| The Sea-doves And The Great Blue Heron Beside The Sea|
One hot August day Phyllis went to the seashore to live.
"Such fun," she cried, as the train drew up at the seaside station.
It was very early in the spring. The sun rose, stayed for only a
moment above the horizon, and then sank again from the sight of Eski...
| The Sandpiper|
Across the narrow beach we flit,
One little sandpiper and I;
And fast I gather, bit by bit,
The scattered driftwood blea...
| The Circling Of Cranes|
One autumn day ages and ages ago, the cranes were preparing to go
south. Cranes always dreaded the cold and flew away to the summer-l...
| All About The Great Blue Heron Or Blue Crane|
Usually resident throughout the year. Lives in marshy, swampy places.
Head and throat white, with long black crest.--Very long ...
| All About The Sea-dove|
Goes far north in nesting season. Found in Illinois swamps, and as far
north as Greenland.
Small bird with entire upper parts ...
| The House In The Water|
The Sound in the Night
UPON the moonlit stillness came suddenly a far-off, muffled, crashing
sound. Just once it cam...
| The White-slashed Bull|
HER back crushed beneath the massive weight of a "deadfall," the
mother moose lay slowly sobbing her life out on the sweet spring ai...
| When The Blueberries Are Ripe|
THE steep, rounded, rock-scarred face of Bald Mountain, for all its
naked grimness, looked very cheerful in the last of the warm-col...
| The Glutton Of The Great Snow|
NORTHWARD interminably, and beneath a whitish, desolate sky, stretched
the white, empty leagues of snow, unbroken by rock or tr...
| When The Truce Of The Wild Is Done|
BY day it was still high summer in the woods, with slumbrous heat at
noon, and the murmur of insects under the thick foliage. But to...
| The Window In The Shack|
THE attitude in which the plump baby hung limply over the woman's left
arm looked most uncomfortable. The baby, however, seemed high...
| The Return Of The Moose|
"TO the best of my knowledge, ther' ain't been no moose seen this side
the river these eighteen year back."
The speaker, a heavy-...
| From The Teeth Of The Tide|
HITHERTO, ever since he had been old enough to leave the den, the
mother bear had been leading her fat black cub inland, among the
| The Fight At The Wallow|
FAR to the northeast of Ringwaak Hill, just beyond that deep,
far-rimmed lake which begets the torrent of the Ottanoonsis, rise...
| Sonny And The Kid|
THE little old gray house, with its gray barn and low wagon shed,
stood in the full sun at the top of a gullied and stony lane. Behi...
| The Summons Of The North|
In the mystic gloom and the incalculable cold of the long Arctic night,
when Death seemed the only inhabitant of the limitless ...
| The Last Barrier|
In a circular hollow in the clean, bright gravel of the river-bar the
tiny egg of the great Quahdavic salmon stirred to life. F...
| Answerers To The Call|
The little lake, long and narrow, and set in a cleft of the deep forest,
led off like a pathway of light to the full October moon. T...
| The Prisoners Of The Pitcher-plant|
At the edge of a rough piece of open, where the scrubby bushes which
clothed the plain gave space a little to the weeds and harsh gr...
| The Prowlers|
Heeling under a stiff breeze, the sloop rose joyously to the long
Caribbean rollers. Soon after midnight Mahoney awoke. He went to t...
| A Stranger To The Wild|
As the vessel, a big three-masted schooner, struck again and lurched
forward, grinding heavily, she cleared the reef by somewhat mor...
| When The Logs Come Down|
It was April, and the time of freshet, when
"Again the last thin ice had gone
To join the swinging sea."
After the ice w...
| A Duel In The Deep|
Though there was no wind, the wide surface of the estuary was curiously
disturbed. In from the open sea came swiftly as it were a we...
| The Little Tyrant Of The Burrows|
Along the edge of the woodland he found the young, green turf of the
pasture close and soft. As he paused for a moment with his long...
| The Ringwaak Buck|
Down through the leafy tangle the sunlight fell in little irregular
splotches, flecking the ruddy-brown floor of a thicket on the so...
| The Heron In The Reeds|
Though haying was almost done on the uplands, over the wide, level,
treeless meadow-island the heavy grass stood still uncut, its ra...
| In The Deep Of The Silences|
In the ancient wild there were three great silences that held their
habitations unassailed. They were the silence of the deep o...
| On The Night Trail|
The radiant, blue-white, midwinter moonlight, flooding the little open
space of white in the blackness of the spruce forest, reveale...
| When The Tide Came Over The Marshes|
A perfect dome of palest blue, vapourous but luminous. To northward and
southeastward a horizon line of low uplands, misty purple. A...
| Under The Ice-roof|
Filtering thinly down through the roof of snow and clean blue ice, the
sharp winter sunshine made almost a summer's glow upon t...
| The Terror Of The Air|
From all the lonely salt-flats and tide-washed, reedy shores of the wide
estuary, the flocks of the sea-ducks had flown south. After...
| In The Unknown Dark|
His long, awkward legs trembling with excitement, his long ears pointing
stiffly forward, his distended nostrils sniffing and snorti...
| The Terror Of The Sea Caves|
It was in Singapore that big Jan Laurvik, the diver, heard about the
As he was passing the head of a mean-looki...
| The Point Of View|
An old Indian, whom I know well, told me that he once caught a bear in
his deadfall. That same day the bear's mate came and tried to...
| A Little Brother To The Bear|
Few knew the way to the little house in the rocks where the Little
Brother to the Bear lived. It was miles away from every other hou...
| Whitooweek The Hermit|
Whitooweek, the woodcock, the strangest hermit in all the woods, is a
bird of mystery. Only the hunters know anything about him, and...
| A Woodcock Genius|
There is one astonishing thing about Whitooweek which can scarcely be
called a habit, but which is probably the discovery of one or ...
| When Upweekis Goes Hunting|
Late one winter afternoon, when the sun was gilding the pines on the
western mountains and the shadows stretched long and chill thro...
| K'dunk The Fat One|
K'dunk the Fat One, as Simmo calls him, came out of his winter den the
morning after the Reverend James had stirred the sod of his f...
| Mooween's Den|
One day, in a long tramp through the heavy forest that borders the
Little Southwest River, I came upon a dim old road that had been
| Kingfisher's Kindergarten|
Koskomenos the kingfisher still burrows in the earth like his reptile
ancestors; therefore the other birds call him outcast and will...
| Pekompf's Cunning|
Pekompf the wildcat is one of the savage beasts that have not yet
vanished from the haunts of men. Sometimes, as you clamber up the
| Animal Surgery|
Most people have seen a sick cat eat grass, or an uneasy dog seek out
some weed and devour it greedily to make his complaining stoma...
| Hunting Without A Gun|
The man who hunts with gun or camera has his reward. He has also his
labors, vexations, and failures; and these are the price he pay...
| A Dog On Long Sermons|
[Aug. 4, 1888.]
During a recent journey in Canada, I met with a striking instance of
reason in a dog. I was staying at th...
| A Commercial Treaty Between A Dog And A Hen|
[July 7, 1888.]
Your dog-loving readers may be interested in the following instance of
animal sagacity. Bob is a fine two...
| A Dog Nurse|
[Feb. 20, 1875.]
A patient recently consulted me who was blind and subject to fits. I
pointed out to her friends the dang...
| Instinct Or Reason?|
[Sept. 1, 1888.]
The following incident in dog-life may perhaps find a place in the
Spectator. I quote from a letter rece...
| Hospital Dogs|
[June 26, 1875.]
Dr. Walter F. Atlee writes to the editor of the Philadelphia Medical
"In a letter recently r...
| Features In The Character Of A Dog|
[June 10, 1876.]
For some time past I have noticed in your journal letters and articles
referring to the wonderful powers...
| Bully's Short Cut|
[Aug. 29, 1874.]
I see that you welcome all notes of interest upon our fellow-beings, the
dogs. Here is one that seems to...
| Canine Intelligence|
[July 24, 1886.]
You often give us pleasant anecdotes of our four-footed friends. You may
think the following worthy of r...
| The Dog And The Ferry|
[April 4, 1885.]
Reading from time to time many pleasant anecdotes in the columns of the
Spectator--which, by the way, I ...
| The Reason Of Dogs|
[Nov. 13, 1875.]
Having often read, with great pleasure, the anecdotes about dogs which
from time to time appear in the S...
| A Canine Sight-seer|
[May 20, 1876.]
As a subscriber to your journal, I have observed from time to time
discussion on the "reasoning power of ...
| Thinking Out A Plan|
[March 3, 1888.]
Are animals able to think over and carry out a plan? The following
anecdotes will answer the question. W...
| A Parcel-carrying Dog|
[Feb. 9, 1895.]
In illustration of the anecdotal letters about dogs and their habits, in
the Spectator of February 2nd, a...
| Purchasing Dogs|
[May 26, 1877.]
Some time ago I sent you my recollections of a dog who knew a halfpenny
from a penny, and who could count...
| Intelligent Suspicion In A Dog|
[July 7, 1888.]
The following instance of dog instinct (or reasoning?) will, I think,
interest some of your readers. Abou...
| An Alpine Dog|
[July 21, 1888.]
I do not think that it was superior intelligence in the Alpine dog over
other intelligent dogs which ind...
| Do Dogs Understand Our Language?|
[Aug. 4, 1883.]
I think the question has been mooted in your columns as to whether dogs
sometimes understand our language...
| How Our Meaning Is Conveyed To Animals|
[Aug. 11, 1883.]
The following anecdote may interest some of your readers:--Some years
ago, when starting for a foreign t...
| Animal Intelligence|
[Aug. 18, 1883.]
Perhaps I should have said the "Intelligence of Animals," but my
meaning, in relation to the interesting...
| Animals And Language|
[Sept. 1, 1883.]
I can match Mrs. De Morgan's pretty story of her Dido. A wise old dog
with whom I have the privilege to ...
| Teaching Dogs A Method Of Communication|
[Dec. 29, 1883.]
Mr. Darwin's "Notes on Instinct," recently published by my friend, Mr.
Romanes, have again called attent...
| Communication With Animals|
[April 12, 1884.]
You did me the honour, some weeks ago, to insert a letter of mine,
containing suggestions as to a metho...
| Instinct Of Locality In Dogs|
[March 4, 1893.]
A cat carried a hundred miles in a basket, a dog taken, perhaps, five
hundred miles by rail, in a few da...
| Railway Dogs|
[July 10, 1887.]
Your dog-loving readers may be interested to hear that there is (or was
till lately) in South Africa a r...
| A Dog's Remorse|
[Sept. 1, 1883.]
A remarkable instance of the effect that can be produced upon a dog by
the human voice was related to me...
| A Conscience-stricken Dog|
[Feb. 1, 1879.]
You have frequently published letters containing stories bearing on the
question of the moral nature and ...
| A Dog's Affection|
[April 24, 1875.]
I saw an anecdote in your paper the other week illustrative of the
sagacity of a dog. Kindly allow me t...
[Sept. 15, 1894.]
As you sometimes admit anecdotes of animals into the Spectator,
perhaps you may consider the following ...
| Sympathy In A Dog|
[July 30, 1892.]
The article, "Animals in Sickness," in the Spectator of July 23rd, has
reminded me of the following anec...
| A Dog's Humanity|
[April 18, 1891.]
Possibly it is from an excess of the "maudlin sentimentality" of which
physiologists complain in those ...
| A Canine Member Of The Spca|
[June 18, 1892.]
If you think this little anecdote of canine friendliness worthy of the
Spectator, will you insert it for...
| A Dog's Courtesy|
[Nov. 29, 1890.]
In your article on Mr. Nettleship's pictures of animals, you note the
delicacy of a dog that has been pr...
| Canine Jealousy|
[Dec. 12, 1891.]
I am not versed in dog-lore, and it may be that my love for the animal
makes me an ill judge of the impo...
| A Jealous Dog|
[Jan. 12, 1895.]
I was greatly interested in the story of the generosity shown by a dog,
as related in the Spectator of J...
| A Dog That Scorned To Be Jealous|
[Jan. 5, 1895.]
The following history of canine sympathy may interest your readers. I
was once the happy owner of a large...
| Music And Dogs|
[Oct. 24, 1891.]
Dogs, as well as horses, can recognise tunes. Many years ago a friend,
during a short absence from our s...
| Recognition Of Likenesses By Dogs|
[May 5, 1894.]
In the Spectator of April 21st there is an article on Apes, in which
the following occurs:--"Monkeys, we b...
| Recognition By Animals Of Pictures|
[Sept. 7, 1889.]
Thirty years ago I was staying at Langley, near Chippenham, with a lady
who was working a large screen, ...
| Dog Friends|
[Feb. 16, 1889.]
The following story of friendship between two dogs may, I think,
interest some of your readers. Some tim...
| A Lesson|
[Feb. 23, 1889.]
Your correspondent "Roy's" very interesting account of "A Canine
Friendship" tempts me to send you the f...
| Conscious Automata|
[July 31, 1875.]
I have lately heard a story that I hope you may think worthy of a place
among your illustrations of the ...
| Dog And Pigeon|
[Sept. 22, 1888.]
The Spectator does not disdain anecdotes of dogs and their doings, and
I think the following history, t...
| A Hen And Puppies|
[Sept. 29, 1888.]
In reply to Mr. Ainger's question as to there being "any precedent for
such close intimacies between an...
| A Dog And A Rabbit|
[Sept. 29, 1888.]
Mr. Ainger, in giving his interesting incident of strange friendships
between animals, asks if there ar...
| Another Pigeon Story|
[Oct. 6, 1888.]
Mr. Ainger's letter in the Spectator of September 22nd reminds me of
an almost identical friendship that ...
| Dog And Kittens|
[July 1, 1893.]
The following story may, perhaps, interest some of your readers:--Willie
is a small, rough-haired terrier...
| A Canine Nurse|
[May 18, 1895.]
Being a frequent reader of anecdotes of the sagacity of animals in your
paper, I think you may consider t...
| A Curious Friendship|
[Feb. 6, 1875.]
I have two dogs, two cats, and a kitten. Many years of experience have
shown me, in the teeth of all prov...
| An Act Of Canine Friendship|
[Nov. 6, 1880.]
I have read from time to time in the pages of the Spectator instances
of canine sagacity furnished by you...
| Dog And Canary|
[Nov. 20, 1880.]
I was much interested in the account of the friendship that existed
between the young retriever and the ...
| Cat-and-dog Love|
[April 13, 1878.]
Would you allow me, as a cat fancier of nearly thirty years' standing,
to corroborate, by a personal ex...
| The Dog That Buried The Frogs|
[Feb. 2, 1895.]
Knowing your love of animals, and the interest so often shown in your
columns in their ways, I venture to...
| An Explanation|
[Feb. 9, 1895.]
I think I can explain the puzzle of the Scotch terrier and his interment
of the frogs, for the satisfacti...
| A Dog And His Dinner|
[Feb. 16, 1895.]
I knew a dog in Ireland--a large retriever--who had been taught always
to bring his own tin dish in his ...
| Dogs And Looking-glasses|
[June 23, 1894.]
You are fond of odd actions of dogs, so perhaps the following may be
acceptable. I have two fox-terriers...
| Dogs' Sense Of Humour The Power Of Imitation In Dogs|
[Oct. 22, 1882.]
The following anecdote may interest those of your readers who are
accustomed to observe the characterist...
| Sense Of Humour In Dogs|
[July 28, 1888.]
A recent anecdote from one of your correspondents about a dog and a hen
brought to my mind an incident, ...
| A Dog's Sense Of Humour|
[March 9, 1895.]
Does the following dog-story show a sense of humour? A retriever was in
the habit of leaving his bed in ...
| A Dog And A Whip|
[May 18, 1889.]
You have lately published several dog stories. Allow me to send you
another for publication should you th...
| A Ruse Dog|
[March 21, 1885.]
A story which came to my knowledge a few months ago may be of interest
in connection with the Spectator...
| Dog Deceivers|
[Feb. 9, 1895.]
Your fondness for dogs induces me to send you the following anecdote,
which shows their power of acting a...
| Guardian Dogs|
[July 15, 1892.]
Having read for years your interesting letters and articles on animals
in the Spectator, I feel sure you...
| A True Watch-dog|
[Aug. 5, 1893.]
The "dog" letter in the Spectator of July 15th is wonderfully like my
experience, some years ago, with my...
| Collies At Work|
[March 25, 1893.]
At six o'clock this morning, I saw a mountain-shepherd stand at a gate
on the hill-top. Seven sheep wer...
| A Collie At Work|
[Aug. 11, 1894.]
We stood at the bottom of a deep valley with the hills rising abruptly
on either side, when Robert Scott...
| A Sunday Dog|
[Feb. 17, 1877.]
A correspondent favoured your readers last week (see page 53) with an
interesting anecdote of a dog's in...
| A Cow's Jealousy Of A Dog|
[April 30, 1892.]
As a subscriber to and constant reader of the Spectator, I have
derived much pleasure from the anecdote...
| An Australian Dog-story|
[May 11, 1895.]
Seeing the great interest which many of your readers take in the study
of canine character and intelligen...
| Two Anecdotes Of Dogs|
[Feb. 2, 1895.]
Having derived much pleasure from reading the frequent natural history
notes which from time to time appe...
| A Dog Obeying A Summons|
[Jan. 18, 1890.]
The enclosed may interest you. I received it this morning. I have no
doubt Dr. Barford, of Wokingham, wo...
| A Pug's Intelligence|
[Feb. 1, 1890.]
Several newspaper cuttings have been sent to me with the story of my dog
which appeared in the Spectator ...
| Are Dogs Colour-blind?|
[Jan. 12, 1884.]
Your correspondent, "W. H. O'Shea," has found several dogs
"colour-blind," If black is a colour, I can g...
| Lucky And Unlucky|
[April 28, 1877.]
As letters telling of dogs and their doings occasionally appear in the
Spectator, perhaps the following...
| The Courage Of Animals|
[Feb. 11, 1893.]
In the Spectator of December 31st, which, although a regular
subscriber to your valuable paper, I only h...
| Some Facts Of Maternal Instinct In Animals|
[Oct. 1, 1892.]
I lately met some friends who had with them a little dog, called Vic,
who had adopted the family of a cat...
| Have Animals A Foreknowledge Of Death?|
[April 30, 1892.]
In a recent Spectator there is a quotation from Pierre Loti to the
effect that "animals not only fear d...
| Our Four-footed Friends Big And Little|
[Nov. 8, 1873.]
May I be permitted to question, in the most friendly way, the assumption
of "Lucy Field," in your last is...
| Dog Consciousness|
[Nov. 2, 1872.]
Our terrier Crib took upon himself yesterday to add his testimony to
your view of "dog-consciousness," as...
| A Dog Story|
[June 1, 1895.]
Perhaps you will allow me to add another to your interesting list of dog
stories. In a house where I once...
| Wow: A Story Of A Cat's Paw|
[March 23, 1872.]
I think you will be interested in the following anecdote of a
distinguished foreigner. One of the happi...
| The Biography Of Sprig|
[Jan. 20, 1872.]
I dare not hope to equal the eloquent and most touching biography of
Nero, with whom I had the honour of...
| A Dog Story|
[June 8, 1895.]
A friend thinks I ought to add to the collection of dog stories
appearing in the Spectator, one which is ...
| A Cat-and-dog Friendship|
[June 8, 1895.]
The interesting letter, "A Canine Nurse," in the Spectator of May
18th, recalls to mind an equally curiou...
| The Sense Of Boundary In Dogs|
[March 14, 1885.]
I have been much interested in the communications which have appeared
from time to time in the Spectato...
| The Cat|
The snow was falling, and the Cat's fur was stiffly pointed with it, but
he was imperturbable. He sat crouched, ready for the death-...
Side by side, on the avenue de la Grande Armee, stand the epicerie of
Jean-Baptiste Caille and the salle de coiffure of Hippolyte Se...
| A Psychical Invasion|
"And what is it makes you think I could be of use in this particular
case?" asked Dr. John Silence, looking across somewhat sce...
| The Afflictions Of An English Cat|
When the report of your first meeting arrived in London, O! French
Animals, it caused the hearts of the friends of Animal Reform to ...
On a fair Saturday afternoon in November Penrod's little old dog Duke
returned to the ways of his youth and had trouble with a stran...
| The Blue Dryad|
"According to that theory"--said a critical friend, a propos of the
last story but one--"susceptibility of 'discipline' would be the...
| Dick Baker's Cat|
One of my comrades there--another of those victims of eighteen years of
unrequited toil and blighted hopes--was one of the gentlest ...
| The Black Cat|
For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I
neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to ...
| Madame Jolicoeur's Cat|
Being somewhat of an age, and a widow of dignity--the late Monsieur
Jolicoeur has held the responsible position under Government of
| A Friendly Rat|
Most of our animals, also many creeping things, such as our "wilde
wormes in woods," common toads, natter-jacks, newts, and lizards,...
| Monty's Friend|
The discovery of gold at Thompson's Flat, near the northern boundary of
Montana, had been promptly followed by the expected rush of ...
| The Queen's Cat|
Once there was a great and powerful King who was as good as gold and as
brave as a lion, but he had one weakness, which was a horror...
Calvin is dead. His life, long to him, but short for the rest of us, was
not marked by startling adventures, but his character was s...
| A Bear On Fire|
It is now more than a quarter of a century since I saw the woods of
Mount Shasta in flames, and beasts of all sorts, even serpents,
| Music-loving Bears|
No, don't despise the bear, either in his life or his death. He is a
kingly fellow, every inch a king; a curious, monkish, music-lov...
| My First Grizzly|
One of Fremont's men, Mountain Joe, had taken a fancy to me down in
Oregon, and finally, to put three volumes in three lines, I turn...
| Twin Babies|
These twin babies were black. They were black as coal. Indeed, they
were blacker than coal, for they glistened in their oily blackne...
| In Swimming With A Bear|
What made these ugly rows of scars on my left hand?
Well, it might have been buckshot; only it wasn't. Besides, buckshot
| A Fat Little Editor And Three Little Browns|
Mount Sinai, Heart of the Sierras--this place is one mile east and a
little less than one mile perpendicular from the hot, dusty and...
| Treeing A Bear|
Away back in the "fifties" bears were as numerous on the banks of the
Willamette River, in Oregon, as are hogs in the hickory woods ...
| Bill Cross And His Pet Bear|
When my father settled down at the foot of the Oregon Sierras with his
little family, long, long years ago, it was about forty miles...
| The Great Grizzly Bear|
"The Indians have unbounded reverence for this bear. When they kill
one, they make exculpating speeches to it, smoke...
| As A Humorist|
Not long ago, about the time a party of Americans were setting out for
India to hunt the tiger, a young banker from New York came to...
| A Grizzly's Sly Little Joke|
I know an old Indian who was terribly frightened by an old monster
grizzly and her half-grown cub, one autumn, while out gathering
| The Grizzly As Fremont Found Him|
General Fremont found this powerful brute to be a gregarious
and confiding creature, fond of his family and not given to
| The Bear With Spectacles|
And now let us go down to near the mouth of the Father of Waters, to
"Barra Tarra Land" or Barren Land, as it was called of old by
| The Bear-slayer Of San Diego|
Let us now leave the great grizzly and the little marsh bear in
spectacles behind us and tell about a boy, a bear-slayer; not about ...
| Alaskan And Polar Bear|
"And round about the bleak North Pole
Glideth the lean, white bear."
Nearly forty years ago, when down from the India...
| Monnehan The Great Bear-hunter Of Oregon|
He wore a tall silk hat, the first one I had ever seen, not at all the
equipment of "a mighty hunter before the Lord;" but Phineas M...
| The Bear Monarch|
HOW HE WAS CAPTURED.
Much having been said about bears of late, a young Californian of
great fortune and enterprise resolved to s...
The Monarch saw the gambols flag,
And bade let loose a gallant stag,
Whose pride, the holiday to crown,
Two favorite greyh...
| Fidele's Grassy Tomb|
The Squire sat propped in a pillowed chair,
His eyes were alive and clear of care,
But well he knew that the hour was come
Over the roofs of the houses I hear the barking of Leo--
Leo the shaggy, the lustrous, the giant, the gentle Newfoundland.
| Geist's Grave|
Four years!--and didst thou stay above
The ground, which hides thee now, but four?
And all that life, and all that love,
| The Power Of The Dog|
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But when we are certain of sorrow in store,
| To Rufus A Spaniel|
Rufus, a bright New Year! A savoury stew,
Bones, broth and biscuits, is prepared for you.
See how it steams in your enamelled...
| Tim An Irish Terrier|
It's wonderful dogs they're breeding now:
Small as a flea or large as a cow;
But my old lad Tim he'll never be bet
By any ...
| To A Terrier|
Crib, on your grave beneath the chestnut boughs
To-day no fragrance falls nor summer air,
Only a master's love who laid you t...
| Rhapsody On A Dog's Intelligence|
Dear dog, that seems to stand and gravely brood
Upon the broad veranda of our home
With soulful eyes that gaze into the gloam...
You were a dog, Frances, a dog,
And I was just a man.
The Universal Plan,--
Well, 'twould have lacked something
Had it ...
| Roger And I|
Well, Roger, my dear old doggie, they say that your race is run;
And our jolly tramps together up and down the world are done;
| Sir Bat-ears|
Sir Bat-ears was a dog of birth
And bred in Aberdeen,
But he favoured not his noble kin
And so his lot is mean,
I am quite sure he thinks that I am God--
Since He is God on whom each one depends
For life, and all things that His bounty s...
Lowly the soul that waits
At the white, celestial gates,
A threshold soul to greet
Down the streets tha...
Davy, her knight, her dear, was dead:
Low in dust was the silken head.
"Isn't there heaven,"
(She was but seven)
| A Friend|
"Your invitation, sir, to dine
With you to-night I must decline
Because to-day I lost a friend--
A friend long known and l...
| The Bath|
Hang garlands on the bathroom door;
Let all the passages be spruce;
For, lo, the victim comes once more,
And, ah, he s...
| Six Feet|
"My little rough dog and I
Live a life that is rather rare.
We have so many good walks to take
And so few hard things to b...
"No good thing comes from out of Kaiserland,"
Says Phyllis; but beside the fire I note
One Wilhelm, sleek in tawny gold of co...
| An Old Dog|
Now that no shrill hunting horn
Can arouse me at the morn,
Deaf I lie the long day through,
Dreaming firelight dreams of y...
| Remarks To My Grown-up Pup|
By rules of fitness and of tense,
By all old canine precedents,
Oh, Adult Dog, the time is up
When I may fondly call you P...
| An Extract From Inscription On The Monument Of A Newfoundland Dog|
... "In life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his master's own,
| To Tim An Irish Terrier|
O jewel of my heart, I sing your praise,
Though you who are, alas! of middle age
Have never been to school, and cannot read
| My Dog|
He's just plain yellow: no "blue-ribbon" breed.
In disposition--well, a trifle gruff
Outside his "tried and true." His coat i...
| Without Are Dogs|
If, through some wondrous miracle of grace,
To the Celestial City I might win,
And find upon the golden pavement place,
| You're A Dog|
At the kennel where they bred you they were raising fancy pets,
Yellow didn't matter, so the blood was blue.
But the Red Go...
| A Gentleman|
I own a dog who is a gentleman;
By birth most surely, since the creature can
Boast of a pedigree the like of which
| My Dog|
The Curate thinks you have no soul:
I know that he has none. But you,
Dear friend! whose solemn self-control
In our four-s...
| To Scott|
(A collie, for nine years our friend)
Old friend, your place is empty now. No more
Shall we obey the imperious deep-mouthed c...
Here lies a little dog who now
Asks nothing more of man's goodwill
Than the grey stone that tells you how
| Hamish A Scotch Terrier|
Little lad, little lad, and who's for an airing,
Who's for the river and who's for a run;
Four little pads to go fitfully far...