A DOG-STORY.
[To THE EDITOR OF THE " SPECTATOR:9 Sra,—The reasoning power of the dog who lost his friends at Le Mans, as recorded in the Spectator of September 12th,. brings to mind a somewhat similar manifestation of a like intelligence. When living a few miles from Hull I was one day accompanied in an expedition to the town by my own small dog, half black poodle, half terrier, and a neighbour's collie,. who sometimes came to spend the day with us. On our way the dogs missed the vehicle in which I was seated, and I saw neither of them again for many hours. At last, when resting at a pastry-cook's I occasionally frequented, my own little, animal suddenly rushed in greeting me rapturously. The shop. assistants said " Oh ! ma'am, is that yours P He has been here before to-day with a large dog. They stayed about twenty minutes,then got up and went out together." Our natural way of return was—at some distance from the shop—past Wilber- force's Column, at the foot of which we found our visitor-dog stationed, not recumbent, but sharply on the lookout. He must have remained there, on my accustomed route, at the suggestion of ' Midge,' while he ran back to look for me once more at the pastry-cook's. Why else a temporary separation El. Both dogs knew their way home perfectly well, but they preferred spending a very long morning searching for me. In their way of doing so I think they showed not only
affection but reason.—I am, Sir, dm., E. M. T..
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