Prince Jan, St. Bernard

ppy, and above all brought back his lost faith in people, so that he became th

the St. Bernards, they resemble them in build and show the same intelligence, loyalty, and kind disposition. Newfoundland dogs are wonderful

in a basket so it could be taken home to burn in the fireplace on cool nights. Often when Jan was alone on the beach and spied floating wood, he dashed through the surf for it, an

metimes he was completely under big waves, and once a high curling breaker caught and turned him over and over, while his legs stuck up from the peak of the wave, but Jan thought it all great sport.

twisting sharply, struck back, for land. Several times the force of the water and the weight of the little raft made him let go, but each time he caught the driftwo

e kitten did not seem to hear

ad, too. He gained the shore and dragged the wreckage far back to safety. Jan sniffed at the kitten. Its eyes were shut and it did

emembering that when the dogs of the Hospice found a traveller in the snow whom they could not waken, they hurried for help. His mother

lifted his head, gave a loud bark and raced away through the sand, kic

e floor. The captain looked up in surprise and stopped lighting his pi

ioned. "I never saw you so fussed

shed to the gate but there he stopp

with you?" asked the o

shoving it open, then ran ahead

cap, and when he followed, Jan's delight co

ting back, and in dog-talk

Jan reached the driftwood long before the old man. Th

n's master, as he, too, reache

limp body. "I think it's dead, Jan, but

the hand that was gently rubbing the wet fur. Then, without any war

dging from that driftwood raft. Looks most starved to death, Jan. If there's any truth that cats have nine lives, this litt

as so happy that he had saved the poor little thing. It was only a little, grey kitten, and a

an old towel. Then it was placed on the floor with a saucer of milk. As the milk disappeared, the dog in hi

sat down quietly to watch it. The saucer was filled with milk a second time, and the kitten's tongue lapped as fast

he old man, picking it up gently

ss it was born that way," he spoke. "Must have been taken on some boat as a mascot.

ith a funny little hop and jump, it came back and rubbed, purring,

in Smith, and as neither the kitten nor Ja

k grey, a white breast and ring around her neck looked as though she had put on a clean shirt and collar, while every one o

and let her eat first from his dish, although she had just cleaned her own plate, she lost her fear and grew to love him. Each nig

as the nicest little kitten in the w

her claws reached out from the fur that hid them and her tail twitched and jerked as she crouched to spring on the little yellow bird that was

n into the room and understood at once what had happened. He took the kitten from Jan, and though Hippity-Hop spit and scratched and yowled, the old man dipped her sever

r else you can't live here with us," the old m

sure that if Jan did not eat her up, the captain would put her back in the

ld, until the song ended and Cheepsie had flown over to the captain's shoulder. Often the old man took his violin from the corner, and as he played he whistled or sang in a quavering voice, Jan's tail beat time on the floor, Hippit

he poundmaster would say, as he

r bed, and Cheepsie hurried to his cage and