DOGS
They are very fond of dogs, these people; not the great Newfoundland or the
stately mastiff, but a species of little mean, contemptible cur, that a
white man would condemn to death on general principles. There is nothing
attractive about these dogs—there is not a handsome feature about
them, unless it is their bushy tails. A friend of mine said if he had one of
these dogs he would cut off his tail and throw the rest of the dog away.
They feed this dog, pet him, take ever so much care of him, and then cook
and eat him. I couldn't do that. I would rather go hungry for two days than
devour an old personal friend in that way; but many a white citizen of those
islands throws aside his prejudices and takes his dinner off one of those
puppies—and after all it is only our cherished American sausage
with the mystery removed.
