Barry knew all the dangerous places, and when there had been a snow
slide he was sure to be on the spot as soon as he could, to see if any
one were hurt. Once he found a little, boy in the snow and in some way
made him understand what he must do. The child climbed upon the dog's
broad back and was carried safely to the fire and the good supper always
waiting for the lost ones.

Barry lived with, the monks for twelve years, and saved forty lives.
Other St. Bernard dogs have been brave and wise, but Barry's name stands
first among them all.

Many great men have had dogs whom they loved and trusted. Sir Walter
Scott, one of the most famous story-writers that ever lived, had several
dogs. He used to take them with him whenever he went to walk. There was
an old staghound named Maida, and a black greyhound called Hamlet, after
one of Shakespeare's heroes. Then there was a beautiful setter with long
ears and a silky coat. Her name was Finette. Sir Walter would often stop
and talk to these four-footed friends and they seemed to understand what
he said. In one of his best stories a dog plays a very important part.

Dr. John Brown was another Scotch writer who loved dogs. He gave an
account of his pets in a book called "Spare Hours." He wrote the story
of "Rab and his Friends," a tribute of which any dog might be proud.

There was a great artist named Landseer, who painted his dogs' pictures
so wonderfully that we know he must have loved them very much. In one
picture he shows his two dogs looking over his shoulder at his drawing.
He gave them a very long name which means "Those who know all about it";
but I am sure he did not laugh at them unkindly. Dogs do not like to be
laughed at any more than we do.