Archie

The Amazing Adventures of Archibald Esq.

The Story of the Faithful Dog (1836)

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The story you’ll read below is from a collection of stories written for young readers in the 1800s. It’s a bit long, so, let me recommend to you that you get yourselves a bowl of clear fresh water — rainwater if you can manage it! — and a crunchy carrot stick or piece of broccoli to gnaw on… Get yourself all curled up comfy in a nice calm spot somewhere in your den… And enjoy!

Peter Parley’s Juvenile Tales, by Samuel Goodrich (1836; rev 1855) is published on-line by the Gutenberg Project.

… I will now tell you of Henry and his faithful dog. There was once a young man, whose name was Henry; and he had a dog, whose name was Trusty. Henry was very fond of rambling in the woods, and climbing over the rocks and hills.

He always took his dog Trusty with him, for Trusty kept running and jumping about, barking at the quails and partridges, and hunting after squirrels and rabbits.

It was delightful to see the dog, all life and activity, now dive into the bushes, and now scamper across an open field; now plash into a brook, and now climb up the rocks almost as swiftly as a bird! Then he would come bounding to his young master, lick his hand, jump up in his face, and away he would run again, seeming as gay and happy as possible.


It was not, therefore, strange, that Henry always took Trusty with him in his rambles. The dog seemed like a friend to him, and he did not feel alone with Trusty by his side, when he was far away in the woods, or among the mountains.

One day Henry had gone far from his home. It was the beautiful season of spring. The birds were singing on the trees; the flowers were blossoming in the meadows; the leaves were beginning to clothe the woods in green, and all around seemed lovely and pleasant.

Henry had set out early in the morning, and Trusty went barking and jumping by his side. He was already on the hill, when the sun was rising. It is delightful to be in the country in spring, when the sun comes up! Before the sun yet appears, the robin is on the top of the tree singing his song; the larks, and blackbirds, and chipping birds, and martins, are all awake, and seem to be talking to each other as fast as they can. The grass is sparkling with dew, the valleys are white with mist, and the air is sweet with the smell of flowers.

I recommend it to all my little readers, when they happen to be in the country in spring, to go upon the hills, and see the sun rise. But they should not go alone. They should get some person to go with them, and take care of them, lest they should meet with some bad accident.

Well, Henry went out early in the morning, as I said before. He went first to the top of a high hill, and looked down into a deep valley below it. The valley was covered with a white mist, which looked like a lake. It was exceedingly beautiful.

Henry paused and looked at it for a long time. Then he went along till he came to a river. It was a clear stream, and he could see the little fishes playing in it. Then he passed through a meadow, and thousands of flowers were opening their buds. And then he passed into the woods, and many birds were singing on the trees, and sailing in the air; and then he climbed up a steep mountain, and looked far and wide over the meadows, and woods, and waters.

He was standing on a high rock, from which he could see on one side many hills, and villages, and plains. On the other was a deep chasm, or valley, between the rocks, in which the eagles, crows, and owls, were flying about.

Henry was delighted with the scene. He could not be content till he had reached the top of the mountain, and he continued to climb higher and higher. At length he was on the very highest part of the mountain. His dog was by his side.

He stood on a rock that overhung the steep. Suddenly his foot slipped, and he fell far down to the bottom of the rock! Alas, poor Henry! The fall was nearly fatal to him. His dog ran to him, but Henry was insensible. Poor Trusty barked as if his heart would break, but no one came to his help.

The day passed away, and evening came. The wild fox and vultures came around the body of poor Henry, but his faithful dog drove them away.

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All night Trusty lay watching by his master, often barking and howling, and thus endeavoring to call some one to his aid. In the morning, some persons, in search of Henry, heard the voice of the dog, and were thus able to find his master. He was carefully carried home, and after a long time he got well. Thus, you see, good faithful Trusty saved the life of his master.

Let this story, my little readers, furnish you with an example of faithfulness to a friend. Trusty was indeed only a dog. But Trusty did not leave his master and friend in misfortune. So, my little readers, may you be ever true to your friend, and if any of you are at any time unfortunate or in danger, may you have some sure and kind friend to protect and save you.

Ggrrwooof! Well, while it’s always nice to read stories of brave and faithful hounds, it’s a bit dreary that all kinds of literature for young children tends to end with ‘you see - use this as an example for your own lives’, don’t you think?

Awoof! Archie

Posted 10 Mar 08

 

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