prince bladud takes possession of his estate and begins business.

pondering over the circumstances of the strange being from whom he had just parted, bladud proceeded to the summit of the hill, or ridge of high land, on the other side of which lay the region in which he had made up his mind to end his days.

it took him full two hours to make his way through the dense underwood to the top; but when this point was reached, the magnificent panorama of land and water which met his view was a feast to his eyes, which for a time caused him to forget his forlorn condition.

in all directions, wherever he gazed, ridges and knolls, covered with dense woods and richest vegetation, were seen extending from his elevated outlook to the distant horizon. cliffs, precipices, dells, and bright green open spaces varied the landscape; and in the bottom of the great valley which lay immediately beneath his feet there meandered a broad river, in whose waters were reflected here and there the overhanging trees, or green patches of its flower-bespangled banks, or the rich browns and yellows of spots where these banks had been broken away by floods; while, elsewhere, were seen glittering patches of the blue sky.

far away in the extreme distance a soft cloud of thin transparent vapour hung steadily over a partially open space, which he rightly conjectured to be the hot swamp, of which he had often heard wondrous stories in his boyhood, but which he had not been permitted to visit, owing to the tribes living near the springs having been at war with his father. during his absence in the east, king hudibras had attacked and almost exterminated the tribes in question, so that the hot swamp region, just at the time when the prince arrived, was a land of desolation.

though desolate, however, it was, as we have tried to show, exceeding lovely, so that our wanderer was ravished with the prospect, and seated himself on a bank near the top of the ridge to contemplate its beauties in detail.

his canine companion sat down beside him, and looked up inquiringly in his face.

during the first part of the journey the pup had strained a good deal at the leash, and had displayed a strong desire to return to its former master, as well as a powerful objection to follow its new one. it had also, with that perversity of spirit not uncommon in youth, exhibited a proneness to advance on the other side of bushes and trees from its companion, thus necessitating frequent halts and numerous disentanglements. on all of these occasions bladud had remonstrated in tones so soft, and had rectified the error so gently, that the pup was evidently impressed. possibly it was an observant pup, and appreciated the advantages of human kindness. perhaps it was a sagacious pup, and already recognised the difference between the old master and the new.

be this as it may, bladud had not been long seated there in a state of dreamy abstraction, when he became conscious of the inquiring look. returning it with interest, but without speaking, he gazed steadily into the soft brown eyes that were turned up to his. at last the prince opened his lips, and the dog, turning his head slightly to one side with a look of expectancy, cocked his ears.

“browneyes,” he said, “you’ll grow to be a fine dog if you live.”

there was the slightest possible tremor in the pup’s tail. of course there might have been more than a tremor if the caudal appendage had been at liberty instead of being sat upon. it was enough, however, to indicate a tendency to goodwill.

“come here, browneyes,” said bladud, holding out his hand.

but the pup was hardly prepared for such a complete and sudden concession as the invitation implied. he repeated the tremor, however, and turned his head to the other side, by way of a change, but sat still.

a happy thought occurred to the prince—justifying the remark of solomon that there is nothing new under the sun. he opened his wallet, took out a small piece of meat, and held it out.

“here, brownie, have a bit.” another justification of solomon, for the natural abbreviation of names is not new!

the pup advanced with confidence, ate the morsel, and looked inquiringly for more, at the same time wagging its tail with unqualified satisfaction.

“yes, brownie, you shall have more.”

the second morsel was bestowed; the tail wagged effusively; the name of brownie became irrevocably associated with food, and a loving look and tone with favours to come. thus a title and a friendship were established which endured through life and was terminated only by death. so trivial sometimes are the incidents on which the great events of life are hinged!

we pause here to deprecate the idea that this fine animal’s affection was gained through its stomach. many a time had its old master thrown it savoury junks and bones of food; but a scowl and sometimes a growl, had often been thrown into the mess, thereby robbing the gift of all grace, and checking the outflow of affection. bladud’s character similarly, was as clearly perceived by the manner of his gifts. indeed, it would have been a poor compliment to the intelligence of brownie—or of any dog, young or old—to suppose it capable of misunderstanding the gentle tone, the kindly glance, and the patting hand of bladud. at all events, the result was that brownie, with an expressive wag and bark, vowed fidelity from that date to the prince, and, in the same act, renounced allegiance to the hunter of the hot swamp.

from that date, too, the master and the dog entered upon, and kept up at frequent though brief intervals, a species of conversation or mental intercourse which, if not profound, was equal to much that passes for intercourse among men, and was, at all events, a source of eminent satisfaction to both.

removing the leash, bladud descended the hill, with brownie gambolling delightedly round him.

that night they slept together under the spreading branches of a magnificent oak.

there was no need to keep watch against wild beasts, for brownie slept, as it were, with one eye open, and the slightest symptom of curiosity among the wild fraternity was met by a growl so significant that the would-be intruder sheered off.

the sun was high when the prince awoke and arose from his bed of leaves. the pup, although awake long before, had dutifully lain still, abiding his master’s time. it now arose and shook itself, yawned, and looked up with an expression of “what next?”

having lighted a fire, bladud set up the carcase of a wild duck to roast. he had shot it the day before on his way to the valley of the swamp. as this was a proceeding in which the pup had a prospective interest, he sat by attentively.

“ah! brownie,” said his master, sitting down to wait for the cooking of the bird, “you little know what a sad life awaits you. no companionship but that of a doomed man, and i fear you will be a poor nurse when the end comes, though assuredly you will not be an unsympathetic one. but it may be long before the end. that’s the worst of it. come, have a bit.”

he threw him a leg as he spoke, and the two breakfasted peacefully together on the banks of the shining river, slaking their thirst, after it was finished, at the same pure stream.

while doing so the prince observed with satisfaction that large trout were rising freely, and that several flocks of wild ducks and other aquatic birds passed both up and down the river.

“now, brownie,” he said, when the meal was concluded, “you and i must search for a convenient spot on which to build our hut.”

before starting off, however, he uncovered his shoulder and looked anxiously at the white spot. it was as obvious as ever, but did not seem to him increased since he left home. a very slight matter will sometimes give hope to a despairing man. under the influence of this negative comfort, bladud took up his weapons and sallied forth, closely followed by the pup.

in the haste of departure and the depressed state of his mind he had, as has been said, forgotten his sword, or deliberately left it behind him. the only weapon he now possessed, besides the bow and arrows given to him by the hebrew, was a small bronze hatchet, which was, however, of little use for anything except cutting down small trees and branches for firewood. he carried a little knife, also, in his girdle, but it was much too small to serve the purpose of an offensive weapon, though it was well suited to skin wild animals and cut up his food. as for his staff, or club—it might be of use in a contest with men, but would be of little service against bears or wolves. casting it aside, therefore, he cut for himself a ponderous oaken staff about five feet long, at one end of which there was a heavy knotted mass that gave it great weight. the other end he sharpened to a fine point. this formidable weapon he purposed to wield with both hands when using it as a club, while, if need should arise, he might also use it as a spear.

“i was foolish, brownie,” he remarked, while rounding off the head of this club, “to leave my good sword behind me, for though i have no desire to kill men, there may arise a need-be to kill bears. however, it cannot be helped, and, verily, this little thing will be a pretty fair substitute.”

he twirled the little thing round his head with one hand in a way that would have rejoiced the heart of a modern irishman had he been there to see, and induced the pup to jump aside in surprise with his tail between his legs.

a few minutes later, and he was striding over the beautiful land in all directions, examining and taking possession, as it were, of his fair domain.

in passing over a knoll which was crowned by several magnificent oaks, they came suddenly on a family of black pigs, which were luxuriating on the acorns that covered the ground.

“my future care!” muttered the prince, with a grim smile, for he hardly believed in the truth of all he was going through, and almost expected to awake and find it was a dream.

the pigs, headed by a huge old boar, caught sight of the intruders at the same time, and stood for a moment or two grunting in stolid astonishment.

with all the gaiety of inexperience, the pup went at them single-handed, causing the whole herd to turn and fly with ear-splitting screams—the old boar bringing up the rear, and looking round out of the corner of his little eyes with wicked intent.

bladud, knowing the danger, sprang after them, shouting to the pup to come back. but brownie’s war-spirit had been aroused, and his training in obedience had only just begun. in a moment he was alongside the boar, which turned its head and gave him a savage rip with a gleaming tusk. fortunately it just barely reached the pup’s flank, which it cut slightly, but quite enough to cause him to howl with anger and pain.

before the boar could repeat the operation, bladud sent his club whizzing in advance of him. it was well aimed. the heavy head alighted just above the root of the boar’s curly tail. instantly, as if anticipating the inventions of the future, fifty steam whistles seemed to burst into full cry. the other pigs, in sympathetic alarm, joined in chorus, and thus, yelling inconceivably, they plunged into a thicket and disappeared.

bladud almost fell to the ground with laughing, while brownie, in no laughing mood, came humbly forward to claim and receive consolation. but he received more than consolation, for, while the prince was engaged in binding up the wound, he poured upon him such a flood of solemn remonstrance, in a tone of such injured feeling, that the pup was evidently cut to the heart—his self-condemned, appealing looks proving beyond a doubt that the meaning of what was said was plain to him, though the language might be obscure.

on continuing the march, brownie limped behind his master—a sadder and a wiser dog. they had not gone far when they came on another family of pigs, which fled as before. a little further on, another herd was discovered, wallowing in a marshy spot. it seemed to bladud that there was no good feeding in that place, and that the creatures were dirtying themselves with no obvious end in view, so, with the pup’s rather unwilling assistance, he drove them to more favourable ground, where the acorns were abundant.

at this point he reached a secluded part of the valley, or, rather, an off-shoot from it, where a low precipice rose on one side, and thick flowering shrubs protected the other. the spot was considerably elevated above the level of the low ground, and from an opening in the shrubbery at the further extremity could be seen the larger valley with all its wealth of forest and meadow, its knolls, and slopes, and wooded uplands, with the river winding like a silver thread throughout its whole extent.

here the prince resolved to fix his abode, and, not a little pleased with the successful way in which he had commenced his amateur pig-herding, he set vigorously and patiently to work with the little bronze hatchet, to fell such trees as would be required in the construction of his future home.