And when they arrived at the foot of the mountain he introduced them to his friend, a French poodle named Pierre, and when it was come time to say good-bye, he gave them each his paw and the last they saw of him was his bushy tail wagging behind him, as he trotted up the snowy mountain where he did so much good.
I love dogs best of all God's creatures,
They have such noble, honest features,
You never really have to scold 'em
Because they do just what you've told 'em.
And even dogs that have no beauty
Are always quick to do their duty,
For they are faithful friends, and true,
And gladly give their lives for you.
CHAPTER XIX
"Well," said their new friend Pierre, "That was a bad storm."
"We would have been lost in the snow, if it had not been for your good friend Saint Bernard," said Sweetclover.
And Pierre took them to a seaport and put them on a sailing vessel which is called a whaler.