Next day he had him out againand the nextand the nextand the next again, with the like unfavourable result. In short, it seemed at last as if Crusoes mind had been deeply imbued with the idea that he had been born expressly for the purpose of worrying that mitten, and he meant to fulfil his destiny to the letter.
Young Varley had taken several small pieces of meat in his pocket each day, with the intention of rewarding Crusoe when he should at length be prevailed on to fetch the mitten, but as Crusoe was not aware of the treat that awaited him, of course the mitten never was fetched.
At last Dick Varley saw that this system would never do, so he changed his tactics, and the next morning gave Crusoe no breakfast, but took him out at the usual hour to go through his lesson. This new course of conduct seemed to perplex Crusoe not a little, for on his way down to the beach he paused frequently and looked back at the cottage, and then expressively up at his masters face. But the master was inexorable; he went on and Crusoe followed, for true love had now taken possession of the pups young heart, and he preferred his masters company to food.
Varley now began by letting the learner smell a piece of meat which he eagerly sought to devour, but was prevented, to his immense disgust. Then the mitten was thrown as heretofore, and Crusoe made a few steps towards it, but being in no mood for play he turned back.
Fetch it, said the teacher.
I wont, replied the learner mutely, by means of that expressive signnot doing it.
Hereupon Dick Varley rose, took up the mitten, and put it into the pups mouth. Then, retiring a couple of yards, he held out the piece of meat and said, Fetch it.
Crusoe instantly spat out the glove and bounded towards the meatonce more to be disappointed.
This was done a second time, and Crusoe came forward with the mitten in his mouth. It seemed as if it had been done accidentally, for he dropped it before coming quite up. If so it was a fortunate accident, for it served as the tiny fulcrum on which to place the point of that mighty lever which was destined ere long to raise him to the pinnacle of canine erudition. Dick Varley immediately lavished upon him the tenderest caresses and gave him a lump of meat. But he quickly tried it again lest he should lose the lesson. The dog evidently felt that if he did not fetch that mitten he should have no meat or caresses. In order, however, to make sure that there was no mistake, Dick laid the mitten down beside the pup, instead of putting it into his mouth, and, retiring a few paces, cried, Fetch it.
Crusoe looked uncertain for a moment, then he picked up the mitten and laid it at his masters feet. The lesson was learned at last! Dick Varley tumbled all the meat out of his pocket on the ground, and, while Crusoe made a hearty breakfast, he sat down on a rock and whistled with glee at having fairly picked the lock, and opened another door into one of the many chambers of his dogs intellect!
Chapter Four.
Our hero enlarged uponGrumps
Two years passed awaythe Mustang Valley settlement advanced prosperously, despite one or two attacks made upon it by the savages, who were, however, firmly repelled; Dick Varley had now become a man, and his pup Crusoe had become a full-grown dog. The silver rifle, as Dicks weapon had come to be named, was well-known among the hunters and the Red-skins of the border-lands, and in Dicks hands its bullets were as deadly as its owners eye was quick and true.
Crusoes education, too, had been completed. Faithfully and patiently had his young master trained his mind, until he fitted him to be a meet companion in the hunt. To carry and fetch were now but trifling portions of the dogs accomplishments. He could dive a fathom deep in the lake and bring up any article that might have been dropped or thrown in. His swimming powers were marvellous, and so powerful were his muscles, that he seemed to spurn the water while passing through it, with his broad chest high out of the curling wave, at a speed that neither man nor beast could keep up with for a moment. His intellect now was sharp and quick as a needle; he never required a second bidding. When Dick went out hunting he used frequently to drop a mitten or a powder-horn unknown to the dog, and, after walking miles away from it, would stop short and look down into the mild, gentle face of his companion.
Crusoe, he said, in the same quiet tones with which he would have addressed a human friend, Ive dropped my mitten, go fetch it, pup. Dick continued to call it pup from habit.
One glance of intelligence passed from Crusoes eye, and in a moment he was away at full gallop; nor did he rest until the lost article was lying at his masters feet. Dick was loath to try how far back on his track Crusoe would run if desired. He had often gone back five and six miles at a stretch; but his powers did not stop here. He could carry articles back to the spot from which they had been taken and leave them there. He could head the game that his master was pursuing and turn it back; and he would guard any object he was desired to watch with unflinching constancy. But it would occupy too much space and time to enumerate all Crusoes qualities and powers. His biography will unfold them.
In personal appearance he was majestic, having grown to an immense size even for a Newfoundland. Had his visage been at all wolfish in character, his aspect would have been terrible. But he possessed in an eminent degree that mild, humble expression of face peculiar to his race. When roused or excited, and especially when bounding through the forest with the chase in view, he was absolutely magnificent. At other times his gait was slow, and he seemed to prefer a quiet walk with Dick Varley to anything else under the sun. But when Dick was inclined to be boisterous Crusoes tail and ears rose at a moments notice, and he was ready for anything. Moreover, he obeyed commands instantly and implicitly. In this respect he put to shame most of the boys of the settlement, who were by no means famed for their habits of prompt obedience.
Crusoes eye was constantly watching the face of his master. When Dick said Go he went, when he said Come he came. If he had been in the midst of an excited bound at the throat of a stag, and Dick had called out, Down, Crusoe, he would have sunk to the earth like a stone. No doubt it took many months of training to bring the dog to this state of perfection; but Dick accomplished it by patience, perseverance, and love.
Besides all this, Crusoe could speak! He spoke by means of the dogs dumb alphabet in a way that defies description. He conversed, so to speak, with his extremitieshis head and his tail. But his eyes, his soft brown eyes, were the chief medium of communication. If ever the language of the eyes was carried to perfection, it was exhibited in the person of Crusoe. But, indeed, it would be difficult to say which part of his expressive face expressed most. The cocked ears of expectation; the drooped ears of sorrow; the bright, full eye of joy; the half-closed eye of contentment; and the frowning eye of indignation accompanied with a slight, a very slight, pucker of the nose and a gleam of dazzling ivoryha! no enemy ever saw this last piece of canine language without a full appreciation of what it meant. Then as to the tailthe modulations of meaning in the varied wag of that expressive member! Oh! its useless to attempt description. Mortal man cannot conceive of the delicate shades of sentiment expressible by a dogs tail, unless he has studied the subjectthe wag, the waggle, the cock, the droop, the slope, the wriggle! Away with descriptionit is impotent and valueless here!
As we have said, Crusoe was meek and mild. He had been bitten, on the sly, by half the ill-natured curs in the settlement, and had only shown his teeth in return. He had no enmitiesthough several enemiesand he had a thousand friends, particularly among the ranks of the weak and the persecuted, whom he always protected and avenged when opportunity offered. A single instance of this kind will serve to show his character.
One day Dick and Crusoe were sitting on a rock beside the lakethe same identical rock near which, when a pup, the latter had received his first lesson. They were conversing as usual, for Dick had elicited such a fund of intelligence from the dogs mind, and had injected such wealth of wisdom into it, that he felt convinced it understood every word he said.
This is capital weather, Crusoe; aint it pup?
Crusoe made a motion with his head which was quite as significant as a nod.
Ha! my pup, I wish that you and I might go and have a slap at the grizzly bars and a look at the Rocky Mountains. Wouldnt it be nuts, pup?
Crusoe looked dubious.
What, you dont agree with me! Now, tell me, pup, wouldnt ye like to grip a bar?
Still Crusoe looked dubious, but made a gentle motion with his tail, as though he would have said, Ive seen neither Rocky Mountains nor grizzly bars, and know nothin about em, but Im open to conviction.
Youre a brave pup, rejoined Dick, stroking the dogs huge head affectionately. I wouldnt give you for ten times your weight in golden dollarsif there be sich things.
Crusoe made no reply whatever to this. He regarded it as a truism unworthy of notice; he evidently felt that a comparison between love and dollars was preposterous.
At this point in the conversation a little dog with a lame leg hobbled to the edge of the rocks in front of the spot where Dick was seated, and looked down into the water, which was deep there. Whether it did so for the purpose of admiring its very plain visage in the liquid mirror, or finding out what was going on among the fish, we cannot say, as it never told us; but at that moment a big, clumsy, savage-looking dog rushed out from the neighbouring thicket and began to worry it.
Punish him, Crusoe, said Dick quickly.
Crusoe made one bound that a lion might have been proud of, and seizing the aggressor by the back, lifted him off his legs and held him, howling, in the airat the same time casting a look towards his master for further instructions.
Pitch him in, said Dick, making a sign with his hand.
Crusoe turned and quietly dropped the dog into the lake. Having regarded his struggles there for a few moments with grave severity of countenance, he walked slowly back and sat down beside his master.
The little dog made good its retreat as fast as three legs would carry it, and the surly dog, having swam ashore, retired sulkily, with his tail very much between his legs.
Little wonder, then, that Crusoe was beloved by great and small among the well-disposed of the canine tribes of the Mustang Valley.
But Crusoe was not a mere machine. When not actively engaged in Dick Varleys service, he busied himself with private little matters of his own. He undertook modest little excursions into the woods or along the margin of the lake, sometimes alone, but more frequently with a little friend whose whole heart and being seemed to be swallowed up in admiration of his big companion. Whether Crusoe botanised or geologised on these excursions we will not venture to say. Assuredly he seemed as though he did both, for he poked his nose into every bush and tuft of moss, and turned over the stones, and dug holes in the groundand, in short, if he did not understand these sciences, he behaved very much as if he did. Certainly he knew as much about them as many of the human species do.
In these walks he never took the slightest notice of Grumps (that was the little dogs name), but Grumps made up for this by taking excessive notice of him. When Crusoe stopped, Grumps stopped and sat down to look at him. When Crusoe trotted on, Grumps trotted on too. When Crusoe examined a bush Grumps sat down to watch him, and when he dug a hole Grumps looked into it to see what was there. Grumps never helped him; his sole delight was in looking on. They didnt converse much, these two dogs. To be in each others company seemed to be happiness enoughat least Grumps thought so.
There was one point at which Grumps stopped short, however, and ceased to follow his friend; and that was when he rushed headlong into the lake and disported himself for an hour at a time in its cool waters. Crusoe was, both by nature and training, a splendid water-dog. Grumps, on the contrary, held water in abhorrence, so he sat on the shores of the lake disconsolate when his friend was bathing, and waited till he came out. The only time when Grumps was thoroughly nonplussed, was when Dick Varleys whistle sounded faintly in the far distance. Then Crusoe would prick up his ears, and stretch out at full gallop, clearing ditch, and fence, and brake with his strong elastic bound, and leaving Grumps to patter after him as fast as his four-inch legs would carry him. Poor Grumps usually arrived at the village, to find both dog and master gone, and would betake himself to his own dwelling, there to lie down and sleep, and dream, perchance, of rambles and gambols with his gigantic friend.
Chapter Five.
A mission of peaceUnexpected joysDick and Crusoe set off for the land of the Red-skins, and meet with adventures by the way as a matter of courseNight in the wild woods
One day the inhabitants of Mustang Valley were thrown into considerable excitement by the arrival of an officer of the United States army and a small escort of cavalry. They went direct to the block-house, which, since Major Hopes departure, had become the residence of Joe Bluntthat worthy having, by general consent, been deemed the fittest man in the settlement to fill the majors place.
Soon it began to be noised abroad that the strangers had been sent by Government to endeavour to bring about, if possible, a more friendly state of feeling between the whites and the Indians, by means of presents, and promises, and fair speeches.
The party remained all night in the block-house, and ere long it was reported that Joe Blunt had been requested, and had consented, to be the leader and chief of a party of three men who should visit the neighbouring tribes of Indians, to the west and north of the valley, as Government agents. Joes knowledge of two or three different Indian dialects, and his well-known sagacity, rendered him a most fitting messenger on such an errand. It was also whispered that Joe was to have the choosing of his comrades in this mission, and many were the opinions expressed and guesses made as to who would be chosen.
That same evening Dick Varley was sitting in his mothers kitchen cleaning his rifle; his mother was preparing supper and talking quietly about the obstinacy of a particular hen that had taken to laying her eggs in places where they could not be found; Fan was coiled up in a corner sound asleep, and Crusoe was sitting at one side of the fire looking on at things in general.
I wonder, remarked Mrs Varley, as she spread the table with a pure white napkin; I wonder what the sodgers are doin wi Joe Blunt.
As often happens when an individual is mentioned, the worthy referred to opened the door at that moment and stepped into the room.
Good-een tye, dame, said the stout hunter, doffing his cap, and resting his rifle in a corner, while Dick rose and placed a chair for him.
The same to you, Master Blunt, answered the widow; youve jist comed in good time for a cut o venison.