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now see the day is against you. Off you must go, to relieve Roger from his confinement, and Mrs Dorling from an annoyance such as even her good-nature can scarcely speak of in civil terms. Dogs are but dogs, and it is canine as well as human

Roger was originally a good moral dog, or at the utmost never was known in his early days to steal more than a bone. But keeping bad company is ruinous to both quadrupeds and bipeds. He has the misfortune to become acquainted with a dog of rather wild character in the neighbouring street, and begins to be a good deal out at night. You are at first in no fear for his youthful innocence, but by and by you apprehend that all is not right. You observe that, in the mornings, after any of his nocturnal rambles, he has a remarkably worn-out debauched look, and is not so ready for his walk on those forenoons as usual. You fear he is a misled dog, but you cannot imagine in what way he has been misled. At length, some fine morning, the awful fact comes out. . Roger is discovered to have acquired from his wicked companion an unhappy tendency to chase and worry the sheep in a neighbouring park. He and his companion were this morning detected at their unhallowed sport, with eight dead sheep strewed around them, and other two just expiring in their hands. Being marked and recognised as your dog, and traced home to his quarters, there can be no doubt of his guilt. You are of course expected to pay for the ten sheep worried this morning, as well as for all those which have been worried during the past two months; and you are further called upon to surrender him as a male factor, that the laws of his country may be executed upon him. It is vain to remonstrate. It is clear he is guilty. Affection has many struggles, and you attribute the whole mischief to his wicked friend. But there is no remedy, no alternative. The most you can do for the unfortunate victim of bad company is to pay a policeman half-a-guinea that he may not be hanged ignominiously or cruelly, but put out of existence in a scientific way, by means of prussic-acid. And so ends the story of your dearly beloved Roger, leaving you full of Byronic reflections on the wringing of tender affections, and deeply impressed with the maxim of the noble poet, that love and woe are one thing.

A number of minor evils beset the gentle heart that indulges in an attachment to a dog. For example, no whitened floor can long be kept clean where he is. He walks unthinkingly across large washings, and lies down with wet and dirty sides upon the lambs-wool mat at the parlour door. Newly-raked garden-ground assumes under his feet an appearance which a geologist might prize, if the soil were a clay of the secondary formation, and he an undescribed genus of the Chelonia, but which ---the circumstances being as they are—the gardener is apt to take very testily. On one account and another, he is scolded, complained of, and absolutely ill used every hour of the day ; which you naturally feel to be just the same thing as if you were scolded, complained of, and absolutely ill used yourself. The sufferings which a man thus endures out of affection for a poor dumb animal, that only can wag its tail in his face and lick his hands occasionally, are altogether quite remarkable. It presents both the affections and the patience of our nature in a striking point of view. Upon a review of the whole case, I feel inclined to say that, if men manifested the same resignation under unavoidable calamities and annoyances

which they exhibit under the self-imposed torture of keeping a dog, they would be more angels than men.


Who was ever happier than Rolf, when abroad in his skiff, on one of the most glorious days of the year? He found his angling tolerably successful near home; but the further he went the more herrings abounded, and he therefore dropped down the fiord with the tide, fishing as he receded, till all home-objects had disappeared. First, the farmhouse, with its surrounding buildings, its green paddock, and shining white beach, was hidden behind the projecting rocks. Then Thor Islet appeared to join with the nearest shore, from which its bushes of stunted birch seemed to spring. Then, as the skiff dropped lower and lower down, the interior mountains appeared to rise above the rocks which closed in the head of the fiord ; and the snowy peak of Sulitelma stood up clear amidst the pale blue sky, the glaciers on its sides catching the sunlight on different points, and glittering so that the eye could scarcely endure to rest upon the mountain. When he came to the narrow part of the fiord, near the creek which had been the scene of Erica's exploit, Rolf laid aside his rod, with the bright hook that herrings so much admire, to guide his canoe through the currents caused by the approach of the rocks and contraction of the passage ; and he then wished he had brought Erica with him, so lovely was the scene. Every crevice of the rocks, even where there seemed to be no soil, was tufted with bushes, every twig of which was bursting into the greenest leaf, while here and there a clump of dark pines overhung some busy cataract, which, itself overshadowed, sent forth its little clouds of spray, dancing and glittering in the sunlight. A pair of fishing eagles were perched on a high ledge of wek, screaming to the echoes, so that the dash of the currents was lost in the din. Rolf did wish that Erica was here, when he thought how the colour would have mounted into her cheek, and how her eye would have sparkled at such a scene.

Lower down, it was scarcely less beautiful. The waters spread out again to a double width. The rocks were, or appeared to be, lower ; and now and then, in some space between rock and rock, a strip of brilliant green meadow lay open to the sunshine ; and there were large flocks of fieldfares, flying round and round, to exercise the newly-fledged young.

There were a few habitations scattered along the margin of the fiord, and two or three boats might be seen far off, with diminutive figures of men drawing their nets.

'I am glad I brought my net too,' thought Rolf. “My rod has done good duty ; but if I am coming upon a shoal, I will cast my net, and be home laden with fish before they think of looking for me. Happy would it have been if Rolf had cast his net where others were content to fish, and had given up all idea of going further than was necessary; but his boat was still dropping down towards the islet which he had fixed in his own mind as the limit of his trip; and the long solitary reach of the fiord, which now lay between him and it, was tempting both to the eye and the mind. It is difficult to turn back from the first summer-day trip, in countries where summer is less beautiful than in

Nordland; and on went Rolf beyond the bounds of

. prudence, as many have done before him.

He soon found himself in a still and somewhat dreary region, where there was no motion but of the sea-birds, which were leading their broods down the shores of the fiords, and of the air which appeared to quiver before the eye, from the evaporation caused by the heat of the sun. More slowly went the canoe here, as if to suit the quietness of the scene, and leisurely and softly did Rolf cast his net; and then steadily did he draw it in, so rich in fish, that when they lay in the bottom of the boat, they at once sank it deeper in the water, and checked its speed by their weight.

Rolf then rested awhile, and looked ahead for Vogel Islet, thinking that he could not now be very far from it. There it lay looming in the heated atmosphere, spreading as if in the air, just above the surface of the water, to which it appeared joined in the middle by a dark stem, as if it grew like a huge sea-flower. There is no end to the strange appearances presented in northern climates by an atmosphere so different from

Rolf gazed and gazed, as the island grew more like itself on his approach ; and he was so occupied with it as not to look about him as he ought to have done, at such a distance from home. He was roused at length by a shout, and looked towards the point from which it came; and there, in a little harbour of the fiord, a recess which now actually lay behind him-between him and home lay a vessel ; and that vessel, he knew by a second glance, was the pirate-schooner! Of the schooner itself he had no fear, for there was so little wind that it could not have come out in time to annoy him; but there was the schooner's boat with five men in it-four rowing, and on

our own.

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