Eliza Lee Cabot Follen

Eliza Lee Cabot Follen

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Portrait of Eliza Lee Cabot Follen Eliza Lee Cabot Follen True Stories about Dogs and Cats

I have seen a little fellow of three years of age with his hand in the mouth of a large, hungry dog, trying to get a piece of bread out of it, and the dog not resenting the liberty at all, but merely trying to retain his share of the bread, and allowing the child to take a part.
We all know that dogs have chosen to die upon the graves of their masters, refusing food even when it was brought to them. We look at such animals as if we saw in them an angel in prison. We feel as if such a nature could not die.
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Portrait of Eliza Lee Cabot Follen Eliza Lee Cabot Follen True Stories about Dogs and Cats

But, Mother, it is not bed time yet. Have you not some more stories of animals?"
"Yes, Frank; but Harry wants his story now. It is his turn to choose."
"I can wait till to-morrow evening," said Harry; "and I like the dog and hen stories very much."
"Harry shall have his turn, then, to-morrow," said Mrs. Chilton; "and I will tell you some more stories of dogs, for I now remember some more that are perfectly true.
You never know how intelligent an animal is till you treat it with kindness. All animals are easily frightened by human beings, and fear makes them stupid.
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Portrait of Eliza Lee Cabot Follen Eliza Lee Cabot Follen True Stories about Dogs and Cats

They say she must be bad, for she kills singing birds. Do not sportsmen kill larks and thrushes? Were you once to see a lark rising up into the blue sky higher and higher, and hear him singing as he rises louder and louder, as if he saw heaven opening, and wanted to tell you how beautiful it was, and call you up there; and then to think of killing and eating him, you would say, What cat can be so unfeeling as a man?
Source: Gutenberg

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