man as well as another; he had no particular
favourites, but passed his time amongst them, sometimes going to the
house of one, and then to another, and off to a third when he was
tired. Day or night, it was all the same to him; if a fire broke out,
there he was in the midst of the bustle, running from one engine to
another, anxiously looking after the firemen; and, although pressed
upon by crowds, yet, from his dexterity, he always escaped accidents,
only now and then getting a ducking from the engines, which he rather
liked than otherwise. The magistrate said that Tyke was a most
extraordinary animal; and having expressed a wish to see him, he was
shortly after exhibited at the office, and some other peculiarities
respecting him were related. There was nothing at all particular in
the appearance of the dog; he was a rough-looking small animal, of the
terrier breed, and seemed to be in excellent condition, no doubt from
the care taken of him by the firemen belonging to the different
companies. There was some difficulty experienced in bringing him to
the office, as he did not much relish going any distance from where
the firemen are usually to be found, except in cases of attending with
them at a conflagration, and then distance was of no consequence. It
was found necessary to use stratagem for the purpose. A fireman
commenced running. Tyke, accustomed to follow upon such occasions, set
out after him; but this person, having slackened his pace on the way,
the sagacious animal, knowing there was no fire, turned back, and it
was necessary to carry him to the office.

The following striking anecdote, of a similar kind, appeared in the
first number of the new issue of Cassell's "Illustrated Family
Paper." After giving a short account of a fire-escape man, named
Samuel Wood, the writer thus alludes to his dog Bill:--

"As to Bill, he regards him evidently in the light of a friend; he had
him when he was a pup from a poor fellow who died in the service, and
he and his 'Bill' have been on excellent terms ever since.

"The fire-escape man's dog takes after his master in courage and
perseverance. He is of the terrier breed, six years old. An alarm of
fire calls forth all his energy. He is the first to know that
something is wrong--the first to exert himself in setting it right. He
has not been trained to the work--'it is a gift,' as his master says;
and if we all used our gifts as efficiently as the dog Bill, it would
be the