The Adventures of a Dog, and a Good Dog Too
I remember a dimness coming over my eyes after I had beheld that world of water--I have a faint recollection of thinking of Fida--of poor Nip--of the drowning puppies I had tried in vain, to save--of my passing through the streets of Caneville with my meat-barrow, and wondering how I could have been so foolish as to feel ashamed of doing so--and then--and then--I remember nothing more.