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fingers, which
unconsciously grasped the hilt of his sword.
The uproar had now continued for some time: throats were getting sore,
tongues clammy, voices hoarse, and words incoherent, when a sudden
check was given to the useless clamor by an incident quite in unison
with the disturbance itself. Two enormous dogs were in attendance hard
by, apparently awaiting the movements of their respective masters, who
were lost to view in the mass of heads and bodies that stopped the
passage of the gate. One of these animals was covered with a short,
thick coating of hair, whose prevailing color was a dingy yellow, but
whose throat and legs, with most of the inferior parts of the body, were
of a dull white. Nature, on the other hand, had given a dusky, brownish,
shaggy dress to his rival, though his general hue was relieved by a few
shades of a more decided black. As respects weight and force of body,
the difference between the brutes was not very obvious, though perhaps
it slightly inclined in favor of the former, who in length, if not in
strength, of limb, however, had more manifestly the advantage.
It would much exceed the intelligence we have brought to this task to
explain how far the instincts of the dogs sympathised in the savage
passions of the human beings around them, or whether they were
conscious that their masters had espoused opposite sides in the quarrel,
and that it became them, as faithful esquires, to tilt together by way of
supporting the honor of those they followed; but, after measuring each
other for the usual period with the eye, they came violently together,
body to body, in the manner of their species. The collision was fearful,
and the struggle, being between two creatures of so great size and
strength, of the fiercest kind. The roar resembled that of lions,
effectually drowning the clamor of human voices. Every tongue was
mute, and each head was turned in the direction of the combatants. The
trembling girl recoiled with averted face, while the young man stepped
eagerly forward to protect her, for the conflict was near the place they

occupied; but powerful and active as was his frame, he hesitated about
mingling in an affray so ferocious. At this critical moment, when it
seemed that the furious brutes were on the point of tearing each other in
pieces, the crowd was pushed violently open, and two men burst, side
by side, out of the mass. One wore the black robes, the conical,
Asiatic-looking, tufted cap, and the white belt of an Augustine monk,
and the other had the attire of a man addicted to the seas, without,
however, being so decidedly maritime as to leave his character a matter
that was quite beyond dispute. The former was fair, ruddy, with an oval,
happy face, of which internal peace and good-will to his fellows were
the principal characteristics, while the latter had the swarthy hue, bold
lineaments, and glittering eye, of an Italian.
"Uberto!" said the monk reproachfully, affecting the sort of offended
manner that one would be apt to show to a more intelligent creature,
willing, but at the same time afraid, to trust his person nearer to the
furious conflict, "shame on thee, old Uberto! Hast forgotten thy
schooling--hast no respect for thine own good name?"
On the other hand, the Italian did not stop to expostulate; but throwing
himself with reckless hardihood on the dogs, by dint of kicks and blows,
of which much the heaviest portion fell on the follower of the
Augustine, he succeeded in separating the combatants.
"Ha, Nettuno!" he exclaimed, with the severity of one accustomed to
exercise a stern and absolute authority, so soon as this daring exploit
was achieved, and he had recovered a little of the breath lost in the
violent exertion--"what dost mean? Canst find no better amusement
than quarrelling with a dog of San Bernardo! Fie upon thee, foolish
Nettuno! I am ashamed of thee, dog: thou, that hast discreetly
navigated so many seas, to lose thy temper on a bit of fresh water!"
The dog, which was in truth no other than a noble animal of the
well-known Newfoundland breed, hung his head, and made signs of
contrition, by drawing nearer to his master with a tail that swept the
ground, while his late adversary quietly seated himself with a species of
monastic dignity, looking from the speaker to his foe, as if endeavoring
to comprehend the rebuke which his powerful and gallant antagonist

took so meekly.
"Father," said the Italian, "our dogs are both too useful, in their several
ways, and both of too good character to be enemies. I know Ubarto of
old, for the paths of St. Bernard and I are no strangers, and, if report