d happened to her husband. The
brother and the wife, with several others, went out and followed the
dog, who led them through the darkness of the night, which was very
great, to the top of a precipice, nearly fifty feet deep; and standing
on the bank, held his head over, and howled in a most distressing
manner. They were convinced that the poor man had fallen over; and
having gone round to the bottom of the pit, they found him, lying
under the spot indicated by the dog, quite dead.

The following anecdote is copied from a recent number of "The
Field:"--

I well remember, when a boy, at Barton-upon-Humber, a certain "keel"
employed in the Yorkshire corn-trade, on board which the captain had a
dog, possessed of some traces of terrier blood, smooth-coated, and of
a pure white colour, his neck and back adorned with stumpy bristles,
which ruffled up at the slightest provocation--altogether he looked a
mongrel cur enough, but he was an excellent sailor, for he attended
his master on all his trading expeditions, and never deserted his
ship. One day, while the keel lay in Barton Haven, the dog was lost,
and great was the consternation in consequence. Diligent search was
made in the town and neighbourhood, but every effort to discover the
missing animal proved unavailing. Month after month passed away, the
keel went and came on her accustomed avocations, and poor Keeper was
forgotten--considered by his master to be dead. Judge, therefore, the
man's surprise when one day steering with difficulty his vessel into
Goole Harbour, which was crowded with shipping at the time, his glance
suddenly fell upon his faithful and long-lost dog, buffeting the water
at a considerable distance from the keel, but making eagerly towards
her. By the aid of a piece of tar-rope, which was dangling round the
dog's neck, and a friendly boat-hook, he was lifted quite exhausted on
to the deck of his master's craft, when it became at once apparent
that he had long been kept a prisoner, most probably on board a
vessel, by some one who had stolen him at Barton. The cause of the
poor dog's sudden reappearance was undoubtedly his having heard his
master's well-remembered voice; but it is strange he should have been
able to distinguish at so great a distance, and when swelling that
chorus of hoarse bawling which arises from a hundred husky throats
when a Yorkshire keelman is engaged forcing his craft into a crowded
harbour; and it is also equally touching, th