Our fourfooted friends and how we treat them

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Our Fourfooted Friends

AND HOW WE TREAT THEM

EDITED BY MRS. HUNTINGTON SMITH

VOLUME 7 NUMBER 9 DECEMBER, 1908

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CONTENTS

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THE ADORATION OF THE SHEPHERDS

From a painting by Ghirlanpays

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WHAT HUMANE

WORKERS ARE DOING

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
creatures

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
storm.

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,
Treasurer.

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. |

FOR YOUNGER
READERS

Das

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

Our Fourfooted Friends | 3

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,”
iously,

“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
door.

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;
proudly.

‘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
sure.”’

‘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
before.”’

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
Home.”

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
ago.”

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
Newmenaiy

“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-
Nicholas.

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

TASMES) VES) LEI SANTI Re

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.

THIS IS JERRY AND ME WITH TEDDY OVER IN THE
BUSHES

HUMANE
EDUCATION

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-

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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

CARE OF OUR
USEFUL 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.

PINE RIDGE STABLE

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.

Hymnal.

10

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.

LEAGUE NEWS *
AND NOTES

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.

= Es —

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-
During
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

Our Fourfooted Friends 13

A PADDOCK AT PINE RIDGE

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
misery.

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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