that while the one perished, like a loving friend, by its master's
side, with its head resting on his bosom, the other had sought to
sustain itself by prowling abroad in the forest, and had lived in
solitude to a good old age. However, we did not conclude from this
that the cat was destitute of affection, for we could not forget
its emotions on first meeting with us; but we saw from this, that
the dog had a great deal more of generous love in its nature than
the cat, because it not only found it impossible to live after the
death of its master, but it must needs, when it came to die, crawl
to his side and rest its head upon his lifeless breast.

While we were thinking on these things, and examining into
everything about the room, we were attracted by an exclamation from
Peterkin.

"I say, Jack," said he, "here is something that will be of use to
us."

"What is it?" said Jack, hastening across the room.

"An old pistol," replied Peterkin, holding up the weapon, which he
had just pulled from under a heap of broken wood and rubbish that
lay in a corner.

"That, indeed, might have been useful," said Jack, examining it,
"if we had any powder; but I suspect the bow and the sling will
prove more serviceable."

"True, I forgot that," said Peterkin; "but we may as well take it
with us, for the flint will serve to strike fire with when the sun