We have found that his leg is not broken after all.” “Oh, Roger!” cried Florence, “You are not going to lose poor old Cap. On their way back they met the old shepherd coming slowly homeward. The grateful dog tried to show his thanks by his looks and by wagging his tail. It was not long before he began to feel less pain. Plenty of hot water to bathe his leg will ease the pain and help to cure him too.”įlorence lighted the fire, got ready some hot water, and began to bathe the poor dog’s leg. There are no bones broken,” said Florence. But though he moaned with pain, he licked the hands that were hurting him, for he knew that it was meant kindly. It was very badly swollen, and it hurt him much to have it touched.
She took hold of one of his paws, patted his rough head, and talked to him while she examined the injured leg. Then he crawled from under the table and lay down at her feet.
“Poor Cap!” he said, “he was as knowing as a human being.”įlorence and her friend rode on to the shepherd’s cottage. “He has done nothing,” replied Roger “but a cruel boy threw a stone at him yesterday and broke one of his legs.” And the old shepherd wiped away the tears that filled his eyes. “Oh, Roger, how can you say so? What has poor Cap done?” “Oh, Miss Florence,” he replied, “Cap will never be of any more use to me. Florence stopped to ask the shepherd what had become of his dog. But Captain was not there to help him, and the sheep were running about in all directions. One day when Florence was riding with a friend, she saw the shepherd feeding his sheep. Roger had a favorite sheep dog called Captain. Near the village in England in which she had her home, there lived an old shepherd named Roger. She made friends with even the shy squirrels. Every person and every animal in the village loved her. When Florence Nightingale was a very little girl, everyone noticed how kind she was to other people and to animals.
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