One cold, stormy, January night a poor, weather-beaten, tired and bedraggled dog appeared at a farmhouse some twenty miles from Boston. He had evidently traveled a long road and was sheltered and fed and treated with the usual kindness that any one with a heart in him would show to such a waif. The next morning he "made friends" with the neighbor's dog Pete, and, dog-like, the two exchanged a few bites in the process. During the day he seemed morose and unfriendly, and snapped at people, and, from a fear that he might bite the children, he was shut up in an outbuilding. The next morning he was found dead.
In February the neighbor's dog made a vicious attempt to bite a horse driving into the yard. Amazed at such unusual conduct, the farmer drove the dog away with a whip, and the animal disappeared