148 MY EARLY FRIENDS.
spaniel, which also suffered a violent death. He had not the
sense to get out of the way of a coach which drove over him.
 There was a poor dog-the very name of which I have
forgotten-that was summarily shot by a sanguinary game-
keeper for deserting his master's side, for one brief moment,
to encroach on a jealously guarded preserve.
 There was Massey Redan," a promising little pepper-and-
salt terrier, that was picked up at the door of the house in the
town where we then lived, and driven off in a cadger's" cart
by a company of successful amateur dog-stealers.
 There was Juno," a brown retriever, so crazy about
taking to the water that she would desert her master to spend
the whole day by the sea, plunging in for whatever stick or
stone the children, who delighted in her swimming powers,
might throw her.
 There was "William Alexander," another retriever, a
"handsome, powerful, jet-black dog, which had a predilection for
nuts, and would pounce on a sack in a grocer's shop, abstract,
crack, and eat the contents for her delectation. She used to
sit up on her haunches by her master's side while he sat
writing or reading, and when William Alexander thought
they had both had enough of the work, he would slap his
master smartly on the arm with his paw in order to call his
attention to the fact.
 His master had trained the dog to bring him his boots
 every morning; but so headlong was William Alexander's
 race with them, up and down stairs, that he would have
 thrown to the ground any unhappy individual who had
 happened to impede his progress. Indeed there was always
 something of a whirlwind about the dog, and when to his