Ii2 A DOG OF FLANDERS.

can quite well push in the cart by
myself,” urged Nello many a morn-
ing; but Patrasche, who understood
him aright, would no more have con-
sented to stay at home than a veteran
soldier to shirk when the charge was
sounding; and every day he would
rise and place himself in his shafts,
and plod along over the snow through
the fields that his four round feet
had left their print upon so many,
many years.

“ One must never rest till one dies,”
thought Patrasche ; and sometimes it
seemed to him that that time of
rest for him was not very far off.
His sight was less clear than it had
_ been, and it gave him pain to rise
after the night’s sleep, though he