fluence.

HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH.

(Of the committee of readers of the prize stories offered to the Humane
Society.)

BOSTON, MASS

CONTENTS

Chapter I. ONLY A CUR
Chapter II. THE CRUEL MILKMAN
Chapter III. MY KIND DELIVERER AND MISS LAURA
Chapter IV. THE MORRIS BOYS ADD TO MY NAME
Chapter V. MY NEW HOME AND A SELFISH LADY
Chapter VI. THE FOX TERRIER BILLY
Chapter VII. TRAINING A PUPPY
Chapter VIII. A RUINED DOG
Chapter IX. THE PARROT BELLA
Chapter X. BILLY'S TRAINING CONTINUED
Chapter XI. GOLDFISH AND CANARIES
Chapter XII. MALTA THE CAT
Chapter XIII. THE BEGINNING OF AN ADVENTURE
Chapter XIV. HOW WE CAUGHT THE BURGLAR
Chapter XV. OUR JOURNEY TO RIVERDALE
Chapter XVI. DINGLEY FARM
Chapter XVII. MR. WOOD AND HIS HORSES
Chapter XVIII. MRS. WOOD'S POULTRY
Chapter XIX. A BAND OF MERCY
Chapter XX. STORIES ABOUT ANIMALS
Chapter XXI. MR. MAXWELL AND MR. HARRY
Chapter XXII. WHAT HAPPENED AT THE TEA TABLE
Chapter XXIII. TRAPPING WILD ANIMALS
Chapter XXIV. THE RABBIT AND THE HEN
Chapter XXV. A HAPPY HORSE
Chapter XXVI. THE BOX OF MONEY
Chapter XXVII. A NEGLECTED STABLE
Chapter XXVIII. THE END OF THE ENGLISHMAN
Chapter XXIX. A TALK ABOUT SHEEP
Chapter XXX. A JEALOUS OX
Chapter XXXI. IN THE COW STABLE
Chapter XXXII. OUR RETURN HOME
Chapter XXXIII. PERFORMING ANIMALS
Chapter XXXIV. A FIRE IN FAIRPORT
Chapter XXXV. BILLY AND THE ITALIAN
Chapter XXXVI. DANDY THE TRAMP
Chapter XXXVII. THE END OF MY STORY

BEAUTIFUL JOE

CHAPTER I ONLY A CUR

MY name is Beautiful Joe, and I am a brown dog of medium size. I am not
called Beautiful Joe because I am a beauty. Mr. Morris, the clergyman,
in whose family I have lived for the last twelve years, says that he
thinks I must be called Beautiful Joe for the same reason that his
grandfather, down South, called a very ugly colored slave-lad Cupid, and
his mother Venus.

I do not know what he means by that, but when he says it, people always
look at me and smile. I know that I am not beautiful, and I know that I
am not a thoroughbred. I am only a cur.

When my mistress went every year to register me and pay my tax, and the
man in the office asked what breed I was, she said part fox-terrier and
part bull-terrier; but he always put me down a cur. I don't think she
liked having him