because of its greater extent. Tiger usually accompanied him in his
skating excursions, and seemed to enjoy the sport as much as his master
did. It was amusing to see him try to make a short turn, in running
upon the ice. He would slide some distance before he could change his
course. Oscar would often plague him, when he was in full chase after
his master, by suddenly turning upon his skates, and taking a contrary
direction, leaving Tiger to get back as he could.

But an event happened, one day, that almost wholly cured Tiger of his
fondness for this kind of sport. He was gaily tripping over the ice,
by the side of his young master, when the latter suddenly turned about,
and Tiger, in his haste to follow him, slid directly into an air-hole.
This was probably the first time he had enjoyed so extensive a cold
bath; and as he was not a water-dog, it is not surprising that he was
terribly frightened. His piteous cries brought Oscar to his relief,
who could not help laughing at the sorry plight in which he found his
half-drowned canine friend. He was floundering and paddling about in
the water, now lifting himself almost out, upon the edge of the ice,
and now slipping off again, and plumping over-head in the uncomfortable
element; his intelligent countenance, in the meantime, wearing the
impress of despair. But Oscar soon helped him from his disagreeable
position. Finding himself on his legs again, he did not resume his
sport; but, shivering with cold, and dripping with water, almost at the
freezing point, and with his head hanging downward, and his tail
drooping between his legs, he started towards home--a wiser and a
sadder dog.

When Oscar got home, he found the family some what alarmed for his own
safety. Tiger had arrived some time before, and as it was evident that
he had been overboard, and as he was known to have gone off with his