Identifier: dogsofallnations00mill (find matches)
Title: Dogs of all nations. In prose and rhyme
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Miller, Conrad Jenness, 1842-
Subjects: Dogs Dogs
Publisher: New York, J.S. Ogilvie Publishing Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

View Book Page: Book Viewer
About This Book: Catalog Entry
View All Images: All Images From Book
Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image:
the gate, a drinking fountain standsas a memorial of canine devotion and fidelity. The foun-tain is surmounted by the statue of a little dog, and theinscription below tells who he was and why he is worthyto be long remembered. The story of Grey Friars Bobby is this: One day apaupers funeral took place at Grey Friars churchyard.The poor mans only mourner was a little dog, who in-sisted on closely following the coffin. When the funeralwas over, the dog curled himself down on the grave andpassed the night there. He continued to do this nightafter night, wandering about the neighborhood in thedaytime. The people in the vicinity began to notice him,and, feeling a natural pity for the poor lonely little ani-mal, one or another would give him food, and graduallyGrey Friars Bobby, as they began to call him, became 18 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS a favorite in the neighborhood. His new friends, how-ever, conld never coax him to spend the night in theirhouses, no matter how cold or how rainy the weather
Text Appearing After Image:
(and we all know how much it can rain in Edinburgh).As night came on he would creep to his masters graveand take his rest on the spot of earth most dear to him. IN PROSE AND RHYME. 19 Some years after a law was made that all the dogs inEdinburgh were to be licensed, and a sad day it was for thedog without any master to pay his tax. As Grey FriarsBobby had no owner who would pay for him, he mustpay the forfeit with his life. No, the faithful little dogwas not so to perish. The Lord Provost of Edinburghhaving heard the story of his remarkable fidelity, senthim a leather collar with a metal band with these words:Grey Friars7 Bobby, from the Lord Provost. Licensedforever. So he continued to live in the neighborhood in safetywith his perpetual license around his neck. It was thir-teen years after his masters death before his faithful littleheart ceased to beat, and every night had been spent uponthat masters grave. He was buried in the churchyard and blossoming plantsmark his grave. By app

Note About Images