Nathaniel Parker Willis

“ I rushed to the spot, and there lay—stretched out and moaning beneath the glaring moon—not Quinty, but the dog of all canine-ity that I had wished most dead—neighbor Currie's spotted fox-hound, that kills all our rabbits. Hatred and pity struggled in my breast. I saw in a moment (for I had heard his yelp, at intervals, all day, coming up from the inaccessible remoteness of the glen) , that he had chased my innocents till he had run himself to death (as is the nature of the breed) , struggling only to reach human succor in his dying hour. ”

“ I was in at my friend the blacksmith's, a day or two after, and Torrey rather favored my idea of dog existence lapping over upon man's immortality— (here and there a dog that was better worth saving than some men, that is to say) —mentioning insanity in the animal as a peculiarity which it shared with our species. ”

“ So come down from "high humanity," and un-shutter to us, for a minute or two, on the ground floor. It will rest you.
Half-past ten, January 30, and a bitter bright, night—but, before narrating to you the death in the moonlight (which I have hard work not to turn into a poem, by the way) , I should explain why our sensibilities, that night, were somewhat more than usual on the alert.
Our "pup," Quinty (Quintessence-of-ugliness being his name, but Quinty for shortness) , had been for several days missing. ”