Beautiful Joe, Marshall Saunders [historical books to read .TXT] 📗

lady and her family that had befriended him when he

was in trouble.

 

The next day Billy arrived, a thin, white scarecrow of a dog. He was

sick and unhappy, and would eat nothing, and started up at the slightest

sound. He was listening for the Italian's footsteps, but he never came,

and one day Mr. Harry looked up from his newspaper and said, "Laura,

Bellini is dead." Miss Laura's eyes filled with tears, and Billy, who

had jumped up when he heard his master's name, fell back again. He knew

what they meant, and from that instant he ceased listening for

footsteps, and lay quite still till he died. Miss Laura had him put in a

little wooden box, and buried him in a corner of the garden, and when

she is working among her flowers, she often speaks regretfully of him,

and of poor Dandy, who lies in the garden at Fairport.

 

Bella, the parrot, lives with Mrs. Morris, and is as smart as ever. I

have heard that parrots live to a very great age. Some of them even get

to be a hundred years old. If that is the case, Bella will outlive all

of us. She notices that I am getting blind and feeble, and when I go

down to call on Mrs. Morris, she calls out to me, "Keep a stiff upper

lip, Beautiful Joe. Never say die, Beautiful Joe. Keep the game a-going,

Beautiful Joe."

 

Mrs. Morris says that she doesn't know where Bella picks up her slang

words. I think it is Mr. Ned who teaches her, for when he comes home in

the summer he often says, with a sly twinkle in his eye, "Come out into

the garden, Bella," and he lies in a hammock under the trees, and Bella

perches on a branch near him, and he talks to her by the hour. Anyway,

it is in the autumn after he leaves Riverdale that Bella always shocks

Mrs. Morris with her slang talk.

 

I am glad that I am to end my days in Riverdale. Fairport was a very

nice place, but it was not open and free like this farm. I take a walk

every morning that the sun shines. I go out among the horses and cows,

and stop to watch the hens pecking at their food. This is a happy place,

and I hope my dear Miss Laura will live to enjoy it many years after I

am gone.

 

I have very few worries. The pigs bother me a little in the spring, by

rooting up the bones that I bury in the fields in the fall, but that is

a small matter, and I try not to mind it. I get a great many bones here,

and I should be glad if I had some poor, city dogs to help me eat them.

I don't think bones are good for pigs.

 

Then there is Mr. Harry's tame squirrel out in one of the barns that

teases me considerably. He knows that I can't chase him, now that my

legs are so stiff with rheumatism, and he takes delight in showing me

how spry he can be, darting around me and whisking his tail almost in my

face, and trying to get me to run after him, so that he can laugh at me.

I don't think that he is a very thoughtful squirrel, but I try not to

notice him.

 

The sailor boy who gave Bella to the Morrises has got to be a large,

stout man, and is the first mate of a vessel. He sometimes comes here,

and when he does, he always brings the Morrises presents of foreign

fruits and curiosities of different kinds.

 

Malta, the cat, is still living, and is with Mrs. Morris. Davy, the rat,

is gone, so is poor old Jim. He went away one day last summer, and no

one ever knew what became of him. The Morrises searched everywhere for

him, and offered a large reward to any one who would find him, but he

never turned up again. I think that he felt he was going to die, and

went into some out-of-the-way place. He remembered how badly Miss Laura

felt when Dandy died, and he wanted to spare her the greater sorrow of

his death. He was always such a thoughtful dog, and so anxious not to

give trouble. I am more selfish. I could not go away from Miss Laura

even to die. When my last hour comes, I want to see her gentle face

bending over me, and then I shall not mind how much I suffer.

 

She is just as tender-hearted as ever, but she tries not to feel too

badly about the sorrow and suffering in the world, because she says that

would weaken her, and she wants all her strength to try to put a stop to

some of it. She does a great deal of good in Riverdale, and I do not

think that there is any one in all the country around who is as much

beloved as she is.

 

She has never forgotten the resolve that she made some years ago, that

she would do all that she could to protect dumb creatures. Mr. Harry and

Mr. Maxwell have helped her nobly. Mr. Maxwell's work is largely done in

Boston, and Miss Laura and Mr. Harry have to do the most of theirs by

writing, for Riverdale has got to be a model village in respect of the

treatment of all kinds of animals. It is a model village not only in

that respect, but in others. It has seemed as if all other improvements

went hand in hand with the humane treatment of animals. Thoughtfulness

toward lower creatures has made the people more and more thoughtful

toward themselves, and this little town is getting to have quite a name

through the State for its good schools, good society, and good business

and religious standing. Many people are moving into it, to educate their

children. The Riverdale people are very particular about what sort of

strangers come to live among them.

 

A man, who came here two years ago and opened a shop, was seen kicking a

small kitten out of his house. The next day a committee of Riverdale

citizens waited on him, and said they had had a great deal of trouble to

root out cruelty from their village, and they didn't want any one to

come there and introduce it again, and they thought he had better move

on to some other place.

 

The man was utterly astonished, and said he'd never heard of such

particular people. He had had no thought of being cruel. He didn't think

that the kitten cared; but now when he turned the thing over in his

mind, he didn't suppose cats liked being kicked about any more than he

would like it himself, and he would promise to be kind to them in

future. He said, too, that if they had no objection, he would just stay

on, for if the people there treated dumb animals with such

consideration, they would certainly treat human beings better, and he

thought it would be a good place to bring up his children in. Of course

they let him stay, and he is now a man who is celebrated for his

kindness to every living thing; and he never refuses to help Miss Laura

when she goes to him for money to carry out any of her humane schemes.

 

There is one most important saying of Miss Laura's that comes out of her

years of service for dumb animals that I must put in before I close, and

it is this. She says that cruel and vicious owners of animals should be

punished; but to merely thoughtless people, don't say "Don't" so much.

Don't go to them and say, "Don't overfeed your animals, and don't starve

them, and don't overwork them, and don't beat them," and so on through

the long list of hardships that can be put upon suffering animals, but

say simply to them, "Be kind. Make a study of your animals' wants, and

see that they are satisfied. No one can tell you how to treat your

animal as well as you should know yourself, for you are with it all the

time, and know its disposition, and just how much work it can stand, and

how much rest and food it needs, and just how it is different from every

other animal. If it is sick or unhappy, you are the one to take care of

it; for nearly every animal loves its own master better than a stranger,

and will get well quicker under his care."

 

Miss Laura says that if men and women are kind in every respect to their

dumb servants, they will be astonished to find how much happiness they

will bring into their lives, and how faithful and grateful their dumb

animals will be to them.

 

Now, I must really close my story. Good-bye to the boys and girls who

may read it; and if it is not wrong for a dog to say it, I should like

to add, "God bless you all." If in my feeble way I have been able to

impress you with the fact that dogs and many other animals love their

masters and mistresses, and live only to please them, my little story

will not be written in vain. My last words are, "Boys and girls, be kind

to dumb animals, not only because you will lose nothing by it, but

because you ought to; for they were placed on the earth by the same Kind

Hand that made all living creatures."

 

 

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