114 AN AMERICAN DOG ABROAD.

and thinking I was about to die, two of my
kinsfolk came up, two white and tan fox ter-
riers. They did not passme by. They looked
at me. They licked my wound compassion-
ately. It was bleeding profusely.

“<She’s beyond our help, said one. ‘But
we'll tell them at the Hospital. They can
help her.” And at that they went up the wide
steps and began to bark at the closed door.
Almost instantly the porter opened it. Ie
spoke gruffly. at first. ‘Get out? said he,
‘and not come barking here a-disturbing of
our patients.’

“But the two would not get out. They
stopped barking, but they whined, and ran
part way down to where I lay and back again,
jumping up to the porter’s hand, and inviting
him to come to me.

“So yowre brought a patient, eh? said he.
‘Well, come along.’ Te lifted me gently and
carried me in, and a man he called ‘Surgeon’
touched my wound tenderly and dressed it. I
licked his kind hand when he had done, and he