Even The Cows, That Had Given
A Breakfast For The Last Time To My Children, Were Now Regarded With
Mournful Affection.
A poor labourer stood in the doorway of the
deserted house, holding my noble water-dog, Rover, in a string.
The poor fellow gave a joyous bark as my eyes fell upon him.
"James J - -, take care of my dog."
"Never fear, ma'am, he shall bide with me as long as he lives."
"He and the Indians at least feel grieved for our departure," I
thought. Love is so scarce in this world that we ought to prize it,
however lowly the source from whence it flows.
We accomplished only twelve miles of our journey that night.
The road lay through the bush, and along the banks of the grand,
rushing, foaming Otonabee river, the wildest and most beautiful of
forest streams. We slept at the house of kind friends, and early in
the morning resumed our long journey, but minus one of our party.
Our old favourite cat, Peppermint, had made her escape from the
basket in which she had been confined, and had scampered off, to
the great grief of the children.
As we passed Mrs. H - -'s house, we called for dear Addie. Mr. H - -
brought her in his arms to the gate, well wrapped up in a large fur
cape and a warm woollen shawl.
"You are robbing me of my dear little girl," he said. "Mrs. H - - is
absent; she told me not to part with her if you should call; but I
could not detain her without your consent.
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