THE DOG THAT HAD NO FRIENDS
– We were recently travelling through Canada, and after a hard day’s
ride stopped at the Lion Inn, and the occupants of the coach, numbering
about nine persons, soon gathered round the cheerful fire. In the room
we observed an ill-looking cur*, which had shown his sagacity by taking
up his quarters in so comfortable an apartment. After a few moments the
landlord entered, and observing the specimen of the canine species, remarked
“Fine dog that! Is he yours, sir?” approaching
one of the passengers.
“No, sir,” was the reply.
“Beautiful dog! Yours, sir?” he said, addressing himself to
“No,” was the blunt reply.
“Come here, pup,” said he. “Perhaps he is yours, sir??”
“No,” was the reply.
“Very sagacious animal! Belongs to you, I suppose, sir?”
“No, he doesn’t,” was the answer.
“Then he is yours, and you have a treasure,” said he, throwing
the animal a cracker**.
“Nothing of the kind.”
“Oh,” said he, with a smile, “he belongs to you, as
a matter of course?” addressing the last passenger.
“Wouldn’t have him as a gift,” said the last person.
“Then you dirty, mean, contemptible whelp, git out!” and with
that the host gave the poor dog such a kick as sent him yelling into the
*cur is an inferior dog or one of mixed breed.
** in North America, cracker refers to a dry, thin, and crisp savoury
biscuit that developed from military hardtack and nautical ship biscuits.