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But the women and children must be cared for, so the people were soon
gone, only a few of the boarders remaining to watch the sea, all
believing the four-footed passenger to have been drowned. Looking
steadily, I thought I caught sight of the fellow once, then again, and
much nearer the shore. Yes, there he was, and a big wave landed him so
near that his body actually rolled over on the sand, as the waves ran
back to their home again. He was too weak to help himself; but I ran
down, and before the next wave came seized him by the back of the neck
and stopped his rolling; but he was too heavy for me to drag alone. My
presence, however, seemed to give him courage, and he got upon his feet
again; then came another wave and covered us both. This did not prove
to be so heavy as most of them, and the men came to our assistance, so
brave Hercules was saved.
Those who had remained to see this part of the scene sent up a rousing
shout, and both of us were petted at a great rate.
I have never seen many happier moments in my long life than those which
followed for a little while. I was so glad to see this stranger safe,
and glad that I had been able to help save him!
He understood it all, too, though he did not understand English very
well. I need not tell you that we were together that summer all we
could be. The man who owned the dog had gone off and left him, and my
master said that Hercules belonged to him more than to any one else,
because I had been the means of saving his life.
But after a while the dog’s master came down there from New York to
look after the wreck, and see if he could not find anything of value
washed ashore which belonged to him. The place proved so pleasant
that he sent for his family to come and spend a few weeks. They had
experienced such a fright from the ocean the day of the wreck that at
first they were very shy of the water, but it was not long before they
were in with the others, enjoying the bathing.
This lasted for some time, and the children became very careless,
venturing out where they ought not. My new friend and his master had
not met since the day of the storm, as they were bathing at another
part of the beach. For some reason my master decided not to go into
the water one day, and we took a stroll along the beach to where those
people were bathing. We had hardly reached the place, and my master
seated himself in a comfortable position to watch the bathers, when
Hercules gave a loud bark, as much as to say “Come,” and bounded into
the breakers. Of course I followed fast after him, on, on, out into
the sea; and he had his master’s little Gretchen by the back of her
bathing-suit and was starting for the shore. It was a hard struggle; it
was all both of us could do to save her.
The poor child was almost gone when we got to her, for no one had
noticed her trouble and danger except Hercules.
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