Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 2, February 1852Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 2, February 1852
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
“I had no great curiosity to see the poor devil die and come to life
again, so I tried to beg him off. His master only laughed, and was
forcing him into the cave by blows, when he seemed to have understood
what I said, for he made out to clear himself, and came and fawned on
me. After this, I could not help taking him under my protection, so I
persuaded the rascal to sell him to me.”
“It would have been more like you to have knocked the fellow down, and
taken the dog away in spite of him,” said his father. “I am glad you
have learned a little prudence. What did you call him? Jaco.”
“That’s the name the sailors called him; it is a corruption they made of
his Italian name, Cicco, meaning blind—he’s blind of one eye. He’s a
good fellow, though no great beauty.”
“Poor fellow!” said madam, patting him, “he must be hungry. John, my
dear—do ask Vi’let to give him something to eat.”
John immediately disappeared, and soon returned bringing in nearly half
the contents of Vi’let’s larder, when all gathered round to see Jaco
eat; Mrs. Wendell for the time forgetting the baby at home. Poor Jaco,
forgetting his first rough reception, thought he was in Elysium, having
doubtless heard of such a blissful region in the classic land of his
nativity, and in his poor silly brain, not conceiving it could be
appropriated to one species only of created beings, and that, the
remorseless tyrant of all the others. He stuffed till he could scarcely
see out of his remaining eye; then laying himself down at his master’s
feet, “the sober certainty of waking bliss” was soon lost in a
comfortable nap.
After a short time, George went out to see some of his numerous friends.
He made a call at his Aunt Brinley’s, and laughed and jested with his
cousins; he then shaped his course to Neptune street, where he made so
long a stay that dinner had been ready to put on the table some time
before he came home. Whom he could have gone to see it is not easy to
conjecture; not his friend Dick, for the latter had called twice to see
him during his absence. Where-ever he might have been, he came home in
high good-humor.
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