ntrived to make his escape, the dog followed him, and
came directly to his native village.

"After I received this account, I determined he should live in the
place he had chosen, undisturbed. I sent some conveniences, all of
which he rejected except a mat, on which he sometimes slept; the
dog always did. I tried to induce him to eat, but he constantly
gave the dog whatever I sent him, and lived on haws and
blackberries and every kind of trash. I used to call frequently on
him; and he sometimes followed me to the house I now live in, and
in winter he would come of his own accord, and take a crust of
bread. He gathered water-cresses out of the pool, and would bring
them to me, with nosegays of wild thyme, which he plucked from the
sides of the mountain. I mentioned before, that the dog was a cur;
it had the tricks of curs, and would run after horses' heels and
bark. One day, when his master was gathering water-cresses, the dog
ran after a young gentleman's horse, and made it start, and almost
throw the rider. Though he knew it was the poor madman's dog, he
levelled his gun at it, shot it, and instantly rode off. Robin came
to him; he looked at his wounds, and, not sensible that he was
dead, called him to follow him; but when he found that he could
not, he took him to the pool, and washed off the blood before it
began to clot, and then brought him home and laid him on the mat.

"I observed that I had not seen him pacing up the hills, and sent
to inquire about him. He was found sitting by the dog, and no
entreaties could prevail on him to quit it, or receive any
refreshment. I went to him myself, hoping, as I had always been a
favorite, that I should be able to persuade him. When I came to
him, I found the hand of death was upon him. He was still
melancholy; but there was not such a mixture of wildness in it. I
pressed him to take some food; but, instead of answering me, or
turning away, he burst into tears, a thing I had never seen him do
before, and, in inarticulate accents, he said, 'Will any one be
kind to me? You will kill me! I saw not my wife die--no!--they
dragged me from her, but I saw Jacky and Nancy die; and who pitied
me, but my dog?' He turned his eyes to the body. I wept with him.
He would then have taken some nourishment, but nature was