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The first Annual Report of the Berkshire Ani- 
mal Rescue League has just been issued. We 
should be glad to give the whole of this report, 
but space will not allow. We touch upon a few 
of the most interesting points. 

The officers of the League have had meetings 
regularly every month. A special avent has 
been employed for the Berkshires only, since 
September first. About one hundred cases have 
been investigated, counting horses, dogs,and cats 
and have been rescued from miserable conditions. 
When incurably affected they. have been merci- 
fully killed, but when young and healthy with 
a chance for comfort and happiness, they have 
been placed in good homes. At the expenditure 
of thirty dollars six small marble drinking 
fountains for dogs and cats have been placed 
at various places in Pittsfield. 

A close watch has been kept upon the animals 
in Berkshire Park, especially the starved and 
cruelly ill-treated burros, monkeys, parrots, and 
a poor melancholy bear. The manager of this 

park has been earnestly remonstrated with by - 

Mrs. Franklin Couch, president of the League, 
and promised to do better. Two weeks after 
this remonstrance, Mrs. Couch, in company with 
the secretary of the League, Mrs..A. F. Bennett, 
visited the park again and found a marked im- 
provement in the conditions of all the poor 

This League has placed a great deal of humane 
literature in the public schools of Berkshire 
County. Dr. William O. Stillman, President 
of the American Humane Association, delivered 
an address in October for the League which drew 
out a sympathetic audience in spite of a severe 

Mrs. Couch closes her interesting address with 
these words: “God grant the day may come, 
when, assured of an adequate annual income, 
we may command the exclusive service of our 
humane agent, who will then be able to relieve so 
much suffering throughout the Berkshires. And 
that the dearest hope of all may be fulfilled, 
that some day we can establish a home of rest, 
a temporary shelter for the poor overworked 

horses, the stray dogs and cats, those helpless, 
dumb creatures entrusted to us as a sacred 
charge by their Maker and ours, to whom we 
shall have to render a strict account of our stew- 
ardship. We shall press forward bravely, I am 
sure, with steadfast determination and high hope 
knowing well that 

“Achievement still demands, 
The same unchanging price ; 
He dies with empty hands 
Who makes no sacrifice.’’ 

The officers of the Berkshire Animal Rescue 
League are Mrs. Franklin Couch, President; 
Mrs. J. A. Maxim, Vice President,; Mrs. A. F. 
Bennett, Secretary; Mr. John W. Thompson, 

In the secretary’s report it was announced 
that the society has 105 members, which is a 
very good growth for the first year. } 

The annual report of the Morris Refuge Asso- 
ciation for, 1907, shows that a great work has 
been done, 48,486 animals have come under its 
care. The Agents have made 21,603 calls and 
have relieved 1,980 injured animals. This ref- _ 
uge has been at work thirty four years, and was 
the first shelter for dogs and cats ever started in 
America. The founder was Miss Ellen Morris, 
who died recently, after giving her life to the 
work. | 



A Christmas Party 

It was the afternoon before Christmas and 
although not a late hour, the street lamps and 
the stores were lighted, for snow was begining 
to fall, a heavy, drifting snow with a biting 
wind which cast a gloom over everything and 
drove even the eager shoppers home as fast as 
they could hurry through with their errands. 

But down in a tenement house district on a 
corner of the street, Miss Abby’s little bakeshop 
was filled. There were women with shawls 
pinned over their heads, holding out tin cans © 
to be filled with milk for their babies; there 
were men with dinner pails stopping to buy a- 
loaf of bread and a mince pie for supper, or to 
get a* bottle filled with hot coffee. Miss Abby 

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took great pains to have good coffee for she be- 
lieved that if the men would come there and 
drink it or would fill their bottles with it, when 
going to their day’s or night’s work, it would 
keep them from the drinks that took their senses 
away and made them neglect work and wife and 
children. There were children too, with pennies 
tightly clasped in blue, cold hands, waiting for 
their turn to buy one or two of the tempting 
little frosted cakes, or the gingerbread animals 
that Miss Abby herself cut and baked. 

The little shop was a cheerful place, full of 

tempting rolls and cakes and pies. It was no 
wonder that the children spent their pennies 
at Miss Abby’s bake shop, for she was always 
kind and patient with them and often gave the 
poorest children rolls and loaves of bread that 
they could not pay for. 
_ She had some loving little friends among the 
children and as she went to the window to get 
her very last Christmas plum pudding for a 
customer, she saw one of her young friends 
standing outside in the snow looking in at the 
window. She smiled at the boy and motioned 
him to come in. The boy came in and went to 
a corner behind the stove,where he found a seat 
and waited until the last customer went out of 
the door, then he went up to the counter and 
holding out a handful of pennies said, “‘I‘ll have 
to get my supper here tonight.”’ 

Miss Abby went to work at once’ buttering a 
roll, cutting a thin slice of cheese and pouring 
out a mug of hot cocoa, which she had made 
for herself. 

“Have you sold all your papers?” she asked. 

“Yes, I had good luck to-day and I was going 
to try to have a family party for Nellie and Kate 
but its no use!”’ he said gloomily, “‘Dad’s drinking 
again. | went home and looked in the window 
and he’s got another man there with a bottle 
between them.”’ 

“Where was Kate,” 

“Oh, she locks herself and Nellie in. her room, 
and Dad wouldn’t dare touch her anyway. 
Its only me he beats, ’cause I don’t bring him 
more money —so Nellie, she told me to go 
to the lodging house and stay tonight, but I 
thought I’d get my supper here. There’s no 
use for me trying to have any Christmas.”’ 

A tear rolled down the boy’s cheek which he 

asked Miss Abby anx- 

hurried to wipe away, but Miss Abby saw it and 
sighed deeply. She saw many wives and chil- 
dren made wretched because of the bar-rooms. 
Even the mothers were often drunk, but she 
never got hardened to the sight of this misery 
and now she felt as if she could weep with this 
boy, who did not dare to go home Christmas, . 
because of his drunken father. All she could do 
was to give him a good supper and make him 
take it as a Christmas gift, which she had hard 
work to do, and she sighed again as he went 
out into the night. 

Horace had been gone half an hour but Miss 
Abby was still thinking about him, when. to 
her surprise he opened the door and came in. 
His eyes were bright and shining and he looked 
as if something good had happened to him. 
Before she could ask him a question he spoke: 

“TI want some bread, Miss Abby, and milk— 
hot if you’ve. got it—and could you give me a 
box and something to make a bed of for a fam- 
ily of little puppies?”’ 

‘Why my dear boy, what do you mean? You 
haven’t any little puppies out in the snow I 
hope.’’she said. 

“No—I'll tell you if you’ll hurry, for she’s 
starving, I’m afraid, and they’ll freeze on the 
cold floor,” Horace said breathlessly. 

‘“‘Horace! what are you talking about?’ ex- 
claimed the astonished Miss Abby. 

elerwas: just.-a little way from: here,’ “said 
Horace, ‘‘when I heard a whining noise, Oh, 
dreadfully sad, and something brushed up against 
my leg, and I stooped down and there was a 
little dog whining, and she stood up on her hind 
legs and put her little paws on me then turned 
and ran, and came back to me, and I knew she 
wanted me to follow her, So I followed and she 
kept looking back, and just round the corner 
is an empty house—”’ 

‘Yes, I know,” said Miss eae “Its in a law- 
suit and no one can live there.” 

‘‘Well, she went to the back gate and tried to 
push it open but the snow had got against it 
and she wasn’t strong enough, so I pushed it, 
and in she ran and I followed. There is a little 
back yard and the back door was broken open— 
I think the boys must have done it lately, and 
she went in and I after her. As soon as she got 
in I heard little puppies crying and crying and 
she ran to them and then back to me—I knew 

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She was asking me for food,so I just ran back 
here as fast as I could to get something for them 
and to get a candle, if you’ve got it, and I want 
to make a bed for them— will you help me?”’ 

“Indeed I will,” said Miss Abby heartily, ‘‘It 
is good work for Christmas Eve to help any suf- 
fering creature.”’ | 

In a few minutes Miss Abby had a little bas- 
ket ready and a can of milk, and an empty box 
with an old piece of blanket in it. ‘Come back 
and tell me about it, when you have fed your 
little family,’’ she said as Horace ran out the 

It took him but a few minutes to reach the 
old house round the corner. When he entered 
it the dog ran to meet him and jumped up on 
him whimpering like a child. She was telling 
him how cold and hungry and lonesome she 
felt—the poor little deserted mother. 

Horace lighted his candle, opened his basket 
and found a bowl which he filled with warm milk 
and broke up pieces of bread in the milk. He 
set it down before the eager little dog, who 
could hardly wait to get her nose into the bowl 
and who ate as if she were starving, which she 
really was. 

While she was eating, Horace put the box 
in the corner of the room and lifting the puppies 
gently, he placed them one by one on the warm 
blanket. He filled the bowl a second time for 
the mother and she ate all he gave her and 
cleaned out the dish with her tongue. Then she 
ran to the box and wagging her tail and looking 
gratefully in Horace’s face, she jumped in and 
lay down beside her cold babies, who soon began 
to feel the warmth and comfort she gave them 
and stopped their fretful crying. 

Horace looked round the room. To his sup- 
prise it was not empty;an old stove not worth 
moving away, a broken table and two old wooden 
chairs were there. A few wooden boxes were 
piled up in one corner and Horace thought how 
nice it would be to make a fire in the old stove 
and, if he could borrow a blanket of Miss Abby, 
lie on the floor instead of spending his money in 
the lodging house. Already he felt that he 
loved the little dog and her babies and wanted 
to stay with them and protect them. “TI will 
go and ask Miss Abby,” he said to himself, and 
shutting the door carefully behind him he 
hurried to the bakeshop. 

Miss Abby was doubtful at first, but after 
thinking it over she said, ‘‘ The house had a care- 
taker in the basement and she left suddenly. I 
think the owner would be glad to let you stay 
there to-night and I will speak to the police- 
officer on the beat. He is very kind and he 
knows you are a boy who can be trusted. | 1 will 
lend you blankets and a mattress and pillow, 
but you must sweep up the floor first. Hereisa 
broom and a kerosene safety lamp that will burn 
all the evening.”’ 

‘‘ How good you are, dear Miss Abby,” said 
Horace gratefully. ‘‘ You seem like my mother. 
If I only could have my sisters with me this 
evening how happy I should be.”’ 

‘Perhaps you can have them tomorrow if 
you stay there. You can buy a basket of coal 
tonight just opposite, and a bundle of wood and 
you know how to make a fire.”’ 

‘“T guess I do,” said Horace, ‘‘ and make tea 
and coffee, and cook hasty pudding. I'll clean 
up the room and come back.”’ 

The room was swept clean, the stove brushed, 
and a cheerful fire burning in it, and even an 
old teakettle filled with water was singing a home 
like song when Miss Abby ventured to leave her 
shop with a young girl, who sometimes came in 
to assist her. and ran over to the house to visit 
Horace and his little family. She found Horace 
sitting on the floor shouting with laughter at the 

little dog who was dancing around him merrily. 

The puppies were fast asleep in their snug bed. ~ 

“This is a jolly Christmas eve,’’ said Horace. 
‘thanks to Santa. I’ve named her that be- 
cause she was a sort of Santa Claus to me, and 
she answers to the name already. She’sa re- 
markably bright dog, I’m sure,’’ said Horace; 

‘TI think you were the Santa Claus,’’ said Miss 
Abby, “‘ for you saved her and her puppies from 
dying. Think of that poor little mother out in 
the snow all night,-crying to get in to her babies, 
and the little puppies moaning for their mother 
in this cold, desolate room. You have saved them 
from a miserable death because you were kind 
enough to stop and pay attention to Santa’s 
pleading. It ought to make you happy, I am 

‘Yes, Iam happy, but I shall be happier to- 
morrow if I can get my sisters here and have a 
little Christmas party all together.” 

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“T will have a present for Kate and one for 
Nellie,” said Miss Abby, ‘‘ something good, that 
they can eat.”’ 

“We won’t have to buy Santa a collar be- 
cause she has one on,’’ said Horace, holding 
Santa’s pretty head against his arm. ‘‘ Why!” 
he suddenly exclaimed, ‘‘its got a name on it 
I really believe. It was so dark I didn’t see it 

Miss Abby held the lamp and Horace read 
aloud the name and address. 

Miss Abby cried out in surprise, ‘‘ Read it 
again. Are you joking? Is it really Miss 
Waite, 17 Blossom Road?” 

| ltreally ts,’’ said Horace. 

Then Miss Abby to his surprise seized the little 
dog in her arms and looked at her earnestly. 
“It is Fairy—my dear Miss Waite’s Fairy. 
How thankful she will be! I don’t understand 
how Fairy could have got lost. We must send 
her word to-night, Horace. She had to go away 
for two or three weeks where she could not have 
Fairy, and I know she felt very uneasy about 
leaving her. Her maid must have been very 
careless to let her out of her sight. And Miss 
Waite was to come home this very day. She 
won't sleep any to-night when she finds Fairy 
is gone.”’ 

“ [ll go and tell her, then,’’ said Horace, 
rather sadly. ‘“‘ [suppose I couldn’t have kept 
her anyway, and I’m glad she’s got such a fine 

Miss Waite had got home and was sitting with 
her hat on trying to think where she could go 

and what she could do to recover her beloved — 

little Fairy. She had not been able to eat or rest 
since she was told that Fairy had got out of the 
house a week ago and could not be found, 
although a reward had been offered for her. 

“ Telephone to all the papers and offer a larger 
reward,’ said Miss Waite to her maid, “‘ anything 
that will bring her back! but, oh, I am afraid I 
shall never see her again. She would die ifleft 
out in the cold or ill-treated in any way,’ and 
the tears rolled down Miss Waite’s cheeks. ‘‘How 
could you have been so careless, Nora? I 
thought I could trust you better than that !”’ 

“ Fairy was watching the door all the time 
after you left, and she slipped out the back door 
when the ice man came in,” said Nora for the 
twentieth time, her eyes red with crying, for she 
loved her mistress and could not bear to see her 

suffer so, and was very fond of Fairy, too. 
“Excuse me, ma’am, there’s the door-bell. 
Every time it rings I keep hoping its news about 
Fairy.’”’ And she hurried out of the room. 

‘It’s a boy to see you,’”’ said Nora, so beam- 
ing with smiles that Miss Waite read the good 
news in her face before she heard the boy say- 
ing, ‘‘ I’ve got Fairy and her puppies but Miss 
Abby and I thought it was too cold to bring them 
out again. I only found her about three hours 

Miss Waite could not speak for'a minute but 
she caught Horace by the arm and held him fast 
as if she feared he would run away. When she 
could speak she said, ‘‘ How do you know it’s 
my Fairy? Are you sure? Where is she? I 
will go with you at once. Nora, call a carriage 
quickly—but, oh, I’m so afraid it isn’t my dear 
little companion !” and she sank back again in 

“Yes it is, Miss Waite, Miss Abby and I read 
the name on the collar. Besides, Miss Abby 
said she’d often seen her with you.”’ 

“Miss Abby? The Miss Abby Graham that 
keeps a bake-shop? Did she send you? Then 
I am sure it is all right.”’ 

On her way down in the carriage Miss Waite 
made Horace tell her everything he could about 
finding Fairy and her puppies, and she fairly 
sobbed aloud when she heard how Fairy had 
suffered. When she entered the poor room that 
Horace had tried to make so cheerful, there was 
a meeting that Horace never forgot. Fairy 
leaped into her mistress’s arms and they cried 
for joy together. Then Fairy ran to her puppies 
and showed them to her mistress with pride. 

Miss Waite shook Miss Abby’s hands again and 
again, and made her tell all she knew of the story, 
Then she sturmmed=to sHoracG. and) caia-) / You 
shall finish out your Christmas eve, dear boy, 
with Fairy and with me. You must spend the 
night at my home. You can carry the puppies 
in the carriage and [ll carry Fairy. Tomorrow 
I will send for your sistees and try to give you all 
the best and happiest Christmas you ever had. 
You must come, too, Miss Abby Graham, and 
help us celebrate the day when He was born 
whose life was spent in trying to teach the world 
to be good and kind to all God’s creatures, as 
I am sure this boy must be, or he would not have 
stopped in the snow storm to rescue my poor 
little Fairy. Aries 

6 : Our Fourtooted Friends 

A Sentry Saved by a Goose 

This story recalls the legend of the Roman 
capitol and the cackling geese that saved it from 
surprise. A goose made its first appearance 
near Quebec over 50 years ago, when some 
British troops had been sent out to put down 
a rebellion of the colonists. A certain farm in 
a neighborhood, suspected of being a resort for 
insurgents, was surrounded by sentries placed 
at some distance apart, and one day the sentry 
whose post was near the gate of the farm heard 
a singular noise. A fine plump goose, soon ap- 
peard on the run, making directly for the spot 
where the soldier stood, and close behind in 
pursuit came a hungry fox. 

The séntry’s first impulse was to shoot the 
hungry animal and rescue the goose; but since 
the noise of the report would have brought out 
the guard on a false alarm he was obliged to 
deny himself this satisfaction. 

The fox was gaining on his intended prey, 
when the goose, in a frantic attempt to reach the 
sentry box, ran his head and neck between the 
soldier’s legs just as the pursuer was on the 
point of seizing it. Fortunately, the guard 
could use his bayonet without making a distur- 
bance, and he did this to such good advantage 
that the pursuit was soon ended. 

The rescued goose, evidently animated by 
the liveliest gratitude, rubbed its head against 
its deliverer’s legs, and performed various other 
joyful and kitten-like antics. Then, deliber- 
ately taking up its residence at the garrison post 
it walked up and down with the sentry while he 
was on duty, and thus accompanied each suc- 
cessive sentry who appeared to patrol that beat. 

About two months later the goose actually 
saved the life of its particular friend in a very 
remarkable way. The soldier was again on 
duty at the same place; and on a moonlight 
night, when the moon was frequently obscured 
by passing clouds, the enemy had formed a plan 
to surprise and kill him. His feathered devotee 
was beside him as usual, while he paced his lonely 
beat, challenging at every sound and then 
“standing at ease’ before his sentry box. The 
goose always stood at ease too, and it made a 
very comical picture. 

But some undesirable spectators—at least, 
of the soldier’s movements—were stealing cau- 
tiously toward the place, under cover of the 

frequent clouds and a line of stunted pine trees. 
Nearer and nearer to the post they crawled, till 
one of them, with uplifted knife, was about to 
spring on the unsuspected man. 

Then it was that the watchful goose covered 
itself with glory by rising unexpectedly from the 
ground and flapping its wings in the faces of the 
would-be assassins, They rushed blindly for- 
ward, but the sentry succeeded in shooting one 
of the party and bayoneting another, while the 
goose continued to worry and confuse the re- 
mainder untill they fled wildly for their lives. 

The brave bird was at once adopted by the 
regiment, under the name of “‘Jacob,’’ and deco- 
rated with a gold collar, on which his name was 
engraved, in appreciation of his services. Ever 
after, during his life of 12 years, he did sentry 
duty at home and abroad, for he was taken to 
England at the close of the war in Canada, and 
greatly lamented there when he died. His epi- 
taph reads: “‘Died on Duty’’; and no human 
sentinel could have been more faithful than poor 
old Jacob. 

As it may occur to some readers who have 
not made a study of the interesting and almost 
human ways of many animals,to doubt the truth 
of so remarkable a story, they are referred to the 
gold collar, with Jacob’s name and exploit en- 
graved on it, which may still be seen at the head- 
quarters of the Horse Guards in London.—St- 

There was a knight of Bethehem 
Whose wealth was tears and sorrows, 
His men at arms were little lambs, 
His trumpeters were sparrows. 
His castle was a wooden cross, 
On which he hung so high; 
His helmet was a crown of thorns 
Whose crest did touch the sky. 

For nineteen years “Duchess,” an elephant 
in the Lincoln Park Zoo, Chicago, spent her 
life tramping, if she could be said to tramp under 
such circumstances, within the radius of a three 
foot chain which bound her hind leg to a stone 
post. Enlarged quarters have since been pro- 
vided for her, but when one thinks of the native 
haunts of an elephant, the boundless forests, 
and sees them in the narrow quarters usually 
allotted to them, what wonder that they ‘“‘go 
bad” after awhile and kill their keepers? 

ANenkss aise aA BAY 
“Dear Mrs Smith: 1 am going to tell you 
about Teddy, my cat. He is very cunning and 
mischievous. He has a very bad trick, though, 
_and that trick is knocking things off tablesjand 
windowsills. Every day he goes and sits on the 
table beside the dinner table and when he sees 
anything he thinks he might like he puts his 
paw over and tries to knock it off. 

Everytime Teddy sees me he meows a whole 
lot. The funny thing is that all our pets were 
strays. Ted was picked up in the hotel hall, 

left there by some one who didn’t care, and Ted 


was sosmall that he couldn’t eat ; Peter, another 
Cat, Caine to us at the beach when he was a 
kitten; Jerry, still another cat, wandered into 
the hotel; Jerry, the dog, followed me and I 
wouldn’t go home without him (this all happened 
when I was little) and my nurse finally had to 
put him in my baby-carriage. He was a little, 
lame puppy going around on three legs, but now 
he is a good healthy dog. I also have a pony 
who is so intelligent that she can almost speak. 

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That is everything about all of them except the 
pony’s name, which is’ Belle. 
Yours sincerely, 
Chase Page (nine years). 

P.|S. I wish I had a pigeon like Dixie you 
wrote about in the last number.”’ 

NoTE BY THE EpITOR.— Thestory of Dixie has been 
praised so much that we shall publish it again some time 
for the benefit of those who have not read it. 



Dr. David Starr Jordan lectured in San Fran- 

cisco before the California Club on “Peace.” 
Before proceeding to his main discourse, he 
made some informal remarks on bird protection 
which were of more than usual interest. Dr. 
Jordan is president of the California Audubon 
Society and has long been an authority on birds. 
He began by describing a visit he made to a 
village in Japan where he heard what he thought 
at first to be the notes of quail, but on closer 
acquaintence he learned that it was the humming 
of countless insects. As he went from place 
to place, he saw a few birds in cages, but no 
wild song birds, and everywhere he saw myriads 
of insects, and no fruit. Years ago the French 
milliners had sent bird lime to Japan, and this 
had been spread on the limbs of the trees, and 
the birds had been caught and killed to send 
to the Paris market for hat trimming for wo- 

8 Our Fourfooted Friends 

men. Practically all the birds of Japan had been 
killed, the exception being a few water birds, 
some ravens and jays. 

The speaker said that the Audubon Societies 
of this country had been formed to prevent 
what has happened to Japan. Birds are highly 
organized animals which are worth preserving. 
They now have as enemies, the boy with his 
gun, the hunter on Sunday, the cats, certain 
birds themselves, and women who wear trim- 
mings or feathers. The ostrich appears to ex- 
ist for the sole purpose of providing innocent 
feathers for hats. But the terns, gulls, grebes, 
and many other water birds, and many of the 
parrots are in such demand as threatens them 
with extinction. The song birds have been 
largely protected for some years through the 
operation of the Lacey bird law. 

Dr. Jordan ended his remarks on bird pro- 
tection by saying that Japan has no need of an 
Audubon Society because its birds are all gone 
and neither has Europe any birds to protect, but 
that this country still has birds, and therefore 
the Audubon Societies have much work to do 
in preserving the birds of the country. 

Almost every, even half-civilized woman to- 
day shrinks from the sight of a cruel driver 
beating a horse, or from seeing the kicks and 
blows often given wretched street dogs and cats. 
But hundreds of good women are permitting 
their children to grow up with cruel instincts; 
worse yet, they are teaching their children cru- 
elty in the cradle. Before you question this 
statement listen and think. Do you not over 
and over again see a mother whip a hobby 
horse to amuse her child? Do you not see her 
punish an inanimate object over which the 
baby has fallen, in order to distract the mind 
of the baby from its hurt? What can you expect 
of that child when it grows up, save that it will 
revenge itself upon anybody who annoys it by 
physical chastisement? The boy who has been 
educated to beat his hobby horse will beat his 
real horse when he drives one. — Boston Herald. 

Vacations for Horses 

Post office officials opened a real complex pro- 
blem when they decided that every horse owned 
and used by this branch of the public service in 

Washington should have thirty days’ annual 
vacation, to be passed in a fine pasture five miles 
from the national capitol. The officials took 
the position that the horses were among the most 
faithful servitors of the Government and were 
entitled to their annual vacation, the same as 
other clerks and employees. Humanitarians and 
societies that make it their business to look after 
the protection and comfort of animals applauded 
and the department officials began to feel rather 
proud of themselves until faced by a charge 
of discrimination. 

The rural delivery carriers of the country, 
some thirty thousand in number, have come 
forward with the plea that their horses are en- 
titled, by the department ruling, to the same 
consideration that the city beasts of burden 
are to receive. Compliance with the claims 
of the rural carriers would entail a considerable 
expense and the department officials have been 
compelled to modify their order, for the present, 
holding that the rural carriers’ horse, that is 
driven over the country roads, with the scent 
of green fields and lush meadows in its nostrils 
and the chance of a nibble of green stuff at the 
close of the day’s work will have to get along 
without his annual vacation until the postal 
revenues find themselves on more chummy terms 
with the disbursements. ° 

The action of the Post office authorities should, 
however, accomplish good in calling attention — 
to the need of occasional rest for the horse, in or 
out of the Government service. The horse that 
works in the city should have a vacation just as 
well as the man who works in the city. The 
horse usually works harder than any man, is ex- 
posed to more diverse weather, has harder task- 
masters and receives less consideration. It was 
born to the open air, the green pasture and the 
running water. Its feet were not designed to be 
curbed with iron and beaten on stone pavements. 
Its sleek coat was not formed by nature for the 
galling collar and the rough traces. It has been 
broken to work, but rest from it furnishes as 
much relief and recuperation of strength and 
vigor to the horse asit does toa worn out man. 
The horse should do better work after a restful 
vacation, just as a man will—Omaha Bee. 

Will you not make some friend a Christmas present 
of the magazine and so help the cause? 

Our Fourfooted Friends 


The epidemic of fear of hydrophobia is contin- 
uing to agitate the public mind, and this, added 
to the muzzling law,is seriously affecting many 
owners of dogs who, fearing their dogs will have 
rabies, or cannot for reasons keep them muzzled, 
bring them to the League with the request that 
they be killed. In two days twenty three dogs 
were sacrificed to this reign of terror, their owners 
loving them too much to let them be placed in 
strangers’ hands to suffer with homesickness and 
be chained up or muzzled. 

In muzzling dogs, much care should be taken 
to have an easy fitting leather muzzle, as the 
Wire muzzles are likely to get broken in which 
case the wire cuts into the dogs mouth. We have 
already seen much suffering and injury done by 
careless muzzling. A muzzle so tight that a dog 
cannot open his mouth to pant endangers the 
dogs health and life. 

We have found our little dog, thanks to you, 
A very kind lady, who was interested in dogs, 
was crossing the Boston Common, and saw a 

little dog playing with another little dog. Seeing 

our dog had no muzzle on, or chain or anything 
she picked him up and carried him to you. If 
it hadn’t been for you we would not have had 
our darling little Teddy. Heis now lying at my 
feet, decorated with a wreath and a badge of ho- 
nor to the League, with his favorite flower in the 
centre, I enclose fifteen cents which I am sure 
ought to go to only you. Hoping it will help 
some, I am, sincerely, M. A. M. R. 

Lili Lehmann, who sings now and then, and 
gives all her earnings to charity, has for some 
years contributed most that she earns to the 
Berlin society for the prevention of cruelty to 
animals, which she was instrumental in found- 
ing. But the other day she gave $500 to the 
use of the Mozart museum in Salzburg. 

Dan Sullivan, whose stand is corner of Glou- 
cester and Marlboro Streets, is careful of his 
horses and deserves patronage. 


A Christmas Hymn. 

Once in royal David’s city 
Stood a lowly cattle shed, 
Where a mother laid her baby 
In a manger for his bed. 
Mary was that mother mild, 
Jesus Christ her little child. 

He came down to earth from heaveu, 
Who is God and Lord of all, 

And his shelter was a stable, 

And his cradle was a stall. 

With the poor, and mean, and lowly 
Lived on earth our Savior holy. 

And through all his wondrous childhood, 
He would honor and obey, 
Love, and watch the lowly maiden, 

In whose gentle arms he lay: 

Christian children all must be 

Mild, obedient, good as he. 

For he is our childhood’s pattern, 
Day by day lke tis he grew 

He was little, weak and helpless, 
Tears and smiles like us he knew. 
And he feeleth for our sadness, 
And he shareth in our gladness. 

And onr eyes at last shall see him 
Through his own redeeming love, 

For that child so dear and gentle 
Is our Lord in heaven above. 

And he leads his children on 

To the place where he is gone. 

Not in that poor lowly stable, 

With the oxen standing by, 

We shall see him; but in heaven, 
Set at God’s right hand on high: 
When like stars his children crowned 
All in white shall wait around. 



The Milkman Passes 

Almost any morning about eight .o’clock, if 
you were going down-the road’ upon which the 
country annex of the Animal Rescue League is 
situated, you might see, inside the high wire 
fence half way between the*house and the next 
house, sitting very erect, ears cocked up, and 
evidently on the watch for something, a small 
Irish terrier... It is Dusty, watching for the 
milkman. | 

Other teams pass by; other milkmen come 
and go, and one stops at the gate to deliver milk: 
but while nothing passes unnoticed, and the 
milkman who leaves milk never ventures up the 
pathway to the house but with one eye on 
Dusty, Bob, Bessie and Poodlums, thrusts the 
bottles of milk just inside the gate and flees 
away—nothing that ‘passes causes the great 
excitement that this particular milkman does 
for whom Dusty is watching. It is the grand 
event of the day—not only for Dusty, but, led 
on by him, for all the dogs within hearing. 

When making a special effort to prevent our 
dogs from barking at passersby I watched this 
morning excitement and after watching it several 
mornings in succession decided not to interfere. 
This is the regular performance, varied a little 
according to how many dogs of ours are outside 
their kennels at that time. 

Before describing Dusty’s part in it, and he is 
always the leader, let me mention that in the 
house just above us there is a well-béhaved black 
curly dog, a cross, I should say, between a New- 
foundland and a Cocker Spaniel; and at the two 
opposite houses are, first, two fox hounds, and 
next, a little below our house, a large, old St. 
Bernard. Farther down the road isa bull terrier 
who, I fear, is usually tied to his doghouse and 
occasionally keeps me awake at night by his cry- 
ing aloud to the heavens his longing for freedom. 

Dusty plants himself at the front of the horses‘ 
paddock, bordering the road, at a little before 
eight. The milkman is not always on time and 
I have watched Dusty sitting, bolt upright, look- 
ing up the road, apparently not moving, for 
nearly halfan hour. Before I can hear a sound of 
approaching wheels, I know the crisis has arri- 
ved by Dusty, who rises, stands afew seconds 
with head cocked to one side, then, giving one 
short, sharp bark, he starts, not toward the ap- 
proaching milkman, but in the opposite direc- 

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tion, and, racing like a deer, he goes down past 
the front of our house, along the orchard fence 
until he is opposite the St. Bernard’s home, 
when he begins his high sharp, excited bow- 
wows, and, I feel quite sure, calls out to his nei- 
ghbor, ‘“‘Look. sharp! They’re coming!” then 
flees back up along the fence to meet, not so 
much the milkman as his dog, a fine, lively shep- 
ard dog, who gallops ahead of the team and 
very evidently takes pride and great pleasure 
in the commotion he raises. 

How they come—the neighbor’s black dog 
barking at the top of his voice, and the milkman’s 
dog, the latter making always a dash into the 
opposite yard where the old St. Bernard lives 
to rouse him up, for he is pretty slow to respond 
and to show that he isn’t afraid of any dog that 
lives. The milkman, grinning, goes by ona 
gallop, these, dogs racing after him in the road, 
and inside our fence Dusty, in his wild excite- 
ment, leaping up several feet in the air until I 
really fear he will jump the fence. Bobs and. 
Bessie are old and very large, but they have 
deep voices and let them out as they go with a 
lumbering trot after Dusty. Poodlums runs 
fast, though not as fast as Dusty, and he also 
barks loudly as he runs. . 

' Just back of our house is a kennel and large 
wired-in yard where other of our dogs are kept. 
Here in the summer, were Pat and Whiskey, 
Irish terriers, boarding for the summer; Magda, 
an Airedale, Niobe and Lucy, two pointers, and 
allthese make up a chorus in the back ground. 
The whole symphony lasts but a few minutes 
however, and silence reigns until half an hour 
later the milkman and his dog go back; very 
slowly this time, and undisturbed, unless Dusty 
happens to be on the front again, when he sends 
out a brief defiance, but by this time he has 
usually returned to his favorite occupation, hunt- 
ing for rats and mice in the barn.—A. H. 5S. 

A Knowing Fire Horse 

Every fireman and anyreporter, forthat matter 
—can tell astonishing stories of the intelligence 
of horses attached to fire departments, and the 
best thing about the stories is that they are 
pretty certain to be true. Such are the anec- 
dotes that come from Portland, Me., about Dick, 
the horse that draws the Chief's wagon. Intel- 
ligence and courage, Dick’s characteristics, 

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have sometimes been manifested in rather un- 
usual ways. 

For instance he does not like to be stabled and 
he deeply resents being confined to a stall, and 
he can master almost any kind of fastening but 
a lock and key. Prompted by that assurance, 
perhaps, he has been known to walk up the door- 
steps of houses belonging to people who had 
formerly fed him cake and sugar, his evident 
intention being to go inside. He has recognized 
such women friends on the street a long way off, 
and rubbed delightedly against a telegraph pole, 
like a big cat. When his harness has broken 
or been misplaced, Dick, unguided by reins or 
with the wagon banging against his heels, has 
kept right on, and taken the chief to the fire at 
“better than a three minute clip’’—this at night, 
at might be added, as well as by day. 

Dick is supposed to be about 16-years old. He 
joined the department in 1890, and helped to pull 
an engine until he was hurt in a collision and 
pronounced useless. He was on the point of 
being disposed of, when the chief decided to give 
him a trial as ‘“‘special horse.”’ That proved to 
be the place Dick was born for, and now nobody 
wants to put him out of it.“ If the city govern- 
ment ever orders him sold,’ says the chief, ‘‘I 
shall buy him. When he gets too old for service 
he will be given a vacation for the rest of his life.’’ 
Youths Companion. 


As this issue of Our Fourfooted Friends goes 
to press we are completing our arrangements 
for the annual fair. We have been disappointed 
in two tables we hoped to have but are trusting 
that the loss will be made up to us in other ways. 
Articles have been sent from far distant places, 
such as Berlin, Germany; Oxford, England; 
Sacramento, Los Angeles and Santa Barbara, 
California; New Hampshire, Vermont, Rhode 
Island and other States. 

Madame Emma Eames sent for the fair a fine 
framed photograph of herself and her favorite 

dog, with best wishes for the success of the Patt. 
A dozen beautiftil postal cards have been sent of 
Ellen Terry with her handsome Pomeranian in 
her arms. 

The sale of left over articles will be held, as in 
previous years, at 51 Carver Street. There are 
likely to be enough left that are very desirable 
for Christmas gifts to make it worth while for 
our friends to attend this supplementary sale, 
which we shall begin as soon as we can get the 
articles arranged. 

Although circumstances will prevent us from 
having a Christmas entertainment at Carver 
Street this year there are those to whom we wish 
to send clothing and food. Any donations for 
that purpose will be gratefully received. 

During the month of November the League 
received 837 cats and 98 dogs. The largest 
number of animals received in one month this 
year was in July when 2,307 cats and kittens and 
642 dogs were brought to the League by our 
agents and by visitors. From January 1, to 
December 1, the record of cats is 14,282 and of 
dogs 3,823. 

The League has taken a number offcats and 
dogs from closed buildings, in one case the agent 
being obliged to get a fireman’s ladder to reach 
the window outside of which the cat had found 
an insecure lodging place. 

Weare still sending to the beaches for deserted 
cats. How can women be so cruel as to leave 
them to starve ! 

The Boarding Stable 

We have now fifty-seven horses in the League 
Boarding Stable. The owners of these horses 
express the greatest satisfaction in the improve- 
ment seen within two weeks after they entered 
the stable. A large, giant horse that entered 
about two weeks ago was so thin that he was 
called a skeleton; in one week his sides began to 
fill out and now he is like a different horse. A 
cab driver has just reported to us that his horses 
were never before so well groomed as they now 

12 Our Fourfooted Friends 

are. A man who does heavy teaming says that 
his horses have gained fifty sper cent in the 
League stable. Many other cases might be 
quoted, all going to show that the purpose of 
the stable, which was to show what a difference 
good and sufficient food and water and good 
care will make, has been fulfilled and in spite of 
many drawbacks, which are inevitable where 
a number of men are employed. The greatest 
difficulty in carrying on such a stable is getting 
sober, honest, trustworthy men to work in it 
and as men who are discharged for lack of one 
or all of these necessary qualities invariably try 
to injure the stable by making false statements 
about it to every one who will listen to them 
reports are apt to be circulated which sometimes 
are believed by those who are more willing to be 
lieve evil than good of any new undertaking. 
But in spite of all drawbacks a work that is 
good and is needed is generally a success, al- 
though the struggle to make it so may,be hard 
and long. 

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Those whose love for our fellow mortals that 
go upon four legs is deep enough to lead them to 
think seriously upon the lack of consideration 
shown them, are apt to wonder at the approach 
of Christmas why these animals who were our 
Saviour’s companions at His birth are so seldom 
included in the celebration of His birthday. In 
the churches of all denominations we hear the 
story read of Mary who found no place of rest 
but a stable when the pangs of motherhood 
came upon her, and of the infant Jesus who was 
discovered by the shepherds lying in a manger. 
We hear the old hymn song and mark the 
line,—‘* Low lies His head with the beasts of the 
stall,” and wonder why all stables do not seem 
more sacred at Christmas time, because of that 
rude shelter that nearly two thousand jyears 
ago was honored above all other buildings in the 
world, by the birth of the Saviour of mankind. 

On the Christmas eve now so near us, we pro- 
pose to have a quiet gathering in the reading 
room of the League Boarding Stable, in memory 
of Christ’s birth in a stable, inviting the men, 
having horses boarding in the stable, to come and 
bring their wives and children. We do not expect a 
large gathering on an evening when family par- 

eral cases taking them out of harness. 

ties are apt to take place, and men are working 
unusually late but we hope to have enough to 
make the occasion one to be remembered. Any 
of our friends who wish to contribute something 
toward this entertainment may send to Mrs. 
Huntington Smith, 51 Carver Street, who would 
be glad to receive money, also promises of carrots 
sugar, apples for the horses, (we want every 
horse to have a little treat) fruit, cake, candy for 
the drivers and their children. Please help us to 
have one Christmas celebration in a stable when 
when our fourfooted friends can be participators 
inv thesChristimasa oye 

Pine Ridge, our Home of Rest, will probably 
have every stall filled also, and we wish to extend 
the treat there on Christmas day. Everything 
sent will be used for the benefit of our Boarding 
Stable and our Home of Rest for horses. 

Rescued Horses 

Our record of horses in misery, saved from 
days, weeks or months of further misery, during 
the last month is unusually large. In one week 
Dr. Sullivan took twelve horses from the auction 
room, sales stable and from the streets, in sev- 
the month twenty-six horses have been pur- 
chased, at a very low price, and mercifully killed. 

In case any one should declare it a foolish 
waste of money to purchase these horses, I will 
give an instance of one horse that slipped through 
the doctor’s hands. The owner of the horse, a 
Jew peddler, being encouraged in his determin- 
ation not to let the doctor buy the horse, used 
the privilege of the law and had the horse car- 
ried away in an ambulance. This horse was 
seen ona South End street limping so painfully 
that he attracted the attention of two boys, who 
watched him while they sent two smaller boys to 
notify the League. The doctor was soon onthe 
scene and saw that the horse was actually unable 
to walk, though the driver was trying to urge 
him along. Dr. Sullivan ordered the man 
to stop, threatening to prosecute him if he drove 
the horse any further. A crowd of Jews came 
around the wagon trying to prevent the doctor 
from taking the horse, but he succeeded, with 
much difficulty, in getting him to a stable near 
by. The horse wasin such a bad condition he had 
to stop every few steps to rest, but he was put 
in the stable, his legs sponged and bandaged at 

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once, then after a little while fed and given a 
chance to rest. 

The next day the owner came for the horse, 
but as he was still too lame to move, the doctor 
forbade the man to take him from the stable. 
He came again the second and third day. 

Dr. S—declared the horse incurable and pain- 
fully lame, and said he should never be used 
again; but unless he deliberately defied the law 
he could not hold the horse. 

So the poor suffering creature is likely to be 
sold and carried where he can be made to toil 
limping along some country road, or on some 
out-of-the-way farm until death relieves him. 
How much better it would have been could he 
have been purchased for a small price, as these 
other horses were, and relieved from. all further 

The owner claimed that the horse ‘“‘had got 
a nail in his foot,’ a favorite excuse these men 
have when caught driving a lame horse. 

We need more agents badly to follow up cases 
of lame, old and wretched horses that are re- 
ported to us now every day. If we could send 
at once and keep on sending to certain places 
where such horses are known to be kept, we could 
double and treble the number of suffering anl- 
mals that we rescue. We sent to Roslindale to 
see a horse a contractor was using there, 
whose condition excited so much pity that we 

were urged to go to its relief. The owner 
promised faithfully to send the horse to Pine 
Ridge within a few days and let him have rest 
and treatment but because we have not men 
enough to follow up such cases the horse has not 
been sent yet. Why isit when so many persons 
profess to love and pity horses, so few are found 
who will help us in our efforts to relieve their 
suffering ! 

Among the twenty six horses taken from their 
owners last month were these cases: an old, lame 
horse in a furniture wagon; an old gray horse in 
junk dealer’s cart ; three horses in asales stable: 
old, lame, unfit for work; a horse that had been 
bought for twenty dollars the previous week, 
incurably lame and old;gray horse in a wood 
wagon worn out and starving to death; very 
lame sorrel in a coal wagon; white horse with 
teeth worn to the gums just able to be taken 
to sales stable; brown horse, sprung fore, found- 
ered, knees constantly trembling with weakness ; 
steel grey horse with ringbone, so | weak that he 
fell in the street; Docter S—was called and put 
him out of his misefy at once, and others were 
taken with almost every sort of painful lameness 
and disease. 

The epidemic of fear has so affected men and 
women who otherwise appear to be possessed of 

14 Our Fourfooted Friends 

reasoning powers that the snapping of an irrit- 
ated dog is taken for a sure sign of rabies, and if 
bitten by a perfectly healthy dog nothing but 
the dog’s life can satisfy the person bitten. 
The extraordinary idea that the poison from the 
bite of a dog may affect a person months after the 
bite is doing much harm. 

A woman living day and night in a tent on 
account of her health, was protected by her 
little Boston terrier, she being alone until 
midnight. A gang of cruel boys found amuse 
ment in going near the tent and teasing the dog 
which resulted, as it naturally would, in one of 
the boys getting bitten by thejdog. Thereupon 
the father of the boy declared that his hopeful 
son’s life was in danger and said that the dog 
must be killed. To protect the dog she brought 
it to the Animal Rescue League, and the 
irate father followed her there finsisting in 
angry terms that she should be killed. This 
the League officials declared should not be done 
and the matter was finally referred to the Chief 
of police in the town where the dog and her mis- 
tress resided. Fortunately this officer was a just 
man and took the part of the dog. After three 
weeks or more had been spent in controversy the 
little dog, who had shown herself to be most 
gentle and kind while at the League, was taken 
away by the sick woman’s sister to her house, 
where cruel teasing boys would not dare to come. 

The meeting between the little dog and his 
family friends was joyful and pathetic, but how 
sad it is to think that boys can be so wicked as 
to torment a sick women and her faithful dog 
and deprive the woman of her only companion 
in solitude. 

In answer to your inquiry about Nelly, the dog 
I got from you, will say: she is perfectly satis- 
factory to my sister for whom I got her. Her 
waking hours are so fully occupied with eating 
and play, that she has no time to express dicon- 

tent, if she has felt it. 

Gratefully yours, G.N. F. 

Ss = 

The dog we got from you is with us and not 
only contented but very happy. He has proved 
to be a great companion for the dog we already 
had. Thanking you for your inquiry, 

Very sincerely, V..W. T. 

Gustavus J. Esselen 


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