Dog Stories.

Te Aroha News, Volume V, Issue 229, 19 November 1887, Page 3

Dog Stories.

I HE\Ei)two travellers the other clay telling tales about the sagacity of clogs. No. I declared— and I believe the story has been recorded in piint as a fact — that a shilling was put under a stone, and a bet made that the clog a retriever, who saw it done, should fetch the shilling after being taken twenty mile?-. The dog, however, did not return for two days. The sequel was this. The atone was too heavy for the animal to move, and a gentleman passing by, being attracted by its antics, lifted the stone, and pocketed the "treasure trove" that he found concealed beneath. The dog followed him •with seeming docility and so taken was he by its appearance ayd fondness that he allowed it to sleep in his bedroom. In the middle of the night a crash was heard, the dog, faithful to its trust, escaping through the window with the trousers containing the .shilling, which was marked, and returning in triumph to its proud owner. Traveller" No. 2 affirmed he knew of a similar but still more remarkable case. A gentleman showed his dog alive pound note, and made a bet that he would hide it, and that the dog should find it out, although first removed a long distance off. Denouement: The dog turned up with (apparently) nothing in its mouth. Its master anxiously said, " Where's the note, sir ?'' The animal remained doggedly ailent, and the question was repeated in a louder tone, when one by one five ■"'golden sovereigns " were dropped from its mouth into the outstretched hand of its master. The intelligent quadruped, had not only found the note, but had actually cashed it at the bank. Traveller No. 1 : "That's a lie." Traveller No. 1: "Well, aron'fc we both telling 3 em ?"

When Nicholas Biddle, familiarly called Nick Biddle, was connected with the United States Bank, there was an old negro, named Harry, who used to be loafing about the premises. One day, in a merry mood, Biddle said to the darkey, ' Well, what is your name, my friend ?' ' Ole Harry/ said the other, touching his seedy hat. ' Old Harry, said Biddle ; ' why, that is the name they give to the devil, is it not ?' ' Yes, sir,' said the coloured man ; * sometimes ■ole Harry, and sometimes ole Nick.'