Glimpses of the animate world; or, Science and literature of natural history, for school and home . ight touched and arrested me. A man wouldhave cursed and beaten the poor beast to rouse him ; thewoman looked at him with an eye of motherly pity. Thedonkey returned the look, as if saying, You see it is allover. I have done my best for you, night after night, be-cause I saw your misery was greater than mine. You havetreated me well, sharing your bread with me, and yourneighbors oats when you could get them ; but I am dyingat last. 5. The woman looked at him and said, gently, Come,come, dear Pie
Glimpses of the animate world; or, Science and literature of natural history, for school and home . ight touched and arrested me. A man wouldhave cursed and beaten the poor beast to rouse him ; thewoman looked at him with an eye of motherly pity. Thedonkey returned the look, as if saying, You see it is allover. I have done my best for you, night after night, be-cause I saw your misery was greater than mine. You havetreated me well, sharing your bread with me, and yourneighbors oats when you could get them ; but I am dyingat last. 5. The woman looked at him and said, gently, Come,come, dear Pierrot, do not leave me here. She lightenedthe load by taking out a basket of broken bottles. Come,now, she said, as if talking to a child. You can getalong nicely now. She put her shoulder to the wheel,but the donkey did not move. He knew that he had not OUR FOUR-FOOTED COMPANIONS. 295 strength to walk to St. Ouen, his wretched home. Shestill coaxed him. How do you think we can get alongthis way, Pierrot ? To be sure, I could drag the I cant put you in it, and you would be ashamed to be. Pierrot the Faithful. dragged after it. The donkey raised his ears, but nomove. 6. I was going to speak to her, when she ran into thenearest wine-shop. The donkey followed her with anxiouseyes; he seemed fearful that he would die without his mis- 296 NATURAL HISTORY READER. tress. He was so little you would have taken him at a dis-tance for a Pyrenean dog. He had grown gray in theharness. A few tufts of gray hair remained here and thereon his emaciated bod}. He looked like a mountain burnedbare in many places. His resigned air showed a mind freefrom worldly vanities. He was far past the age when onestrikes attitudes. He was almost transparent in his lean-ness. But his face was all the more expressive. It hadsomething almost human in its intelligence and had he been condemned to such suffering ? Was itthe expiation of a former life passed in luxurious orgies ? 7. The rag-pic
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