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e it。' 'But where will you keep it？' inquired his companion。 'Oh；' replied he； 'I will keep it under a little pan till I can get a house made for it。' He then； holding me by the skin at the back of my neck； ran with me into the kitchen to fetch a pan。 Here I was not only threatened with death by three or four of the servants； who all blamed Master Peter for keeping me； but likewise two or three cats came round him； rubbing themselves backward and forward against his legs； and then standing upon their hind feet to endeavour to make themselves high enough to reach me。 At last； taking a pan in his hand； he returned to his brother with one of the cats following him。 Immediately upon our entrance； the boy exclaimed； 'Oh； now I know what I will do： I will tie a piece of string to its tail； and teach the cat to jump for it。' No sooner did this thought present itself than it was put into practice； and I again was obliged to sustain the shocking sight of a brother put to the torture。 I； in the mean time； was placed upon the table； with a pan put over me； in which there was a crack； so that I could see as well as hear all that passed： and from this place it was that I beheld my beloved Brighteyes suspended at one end of a string by his tail； one while swinging backward and forward； at another pulled up and down； then suffered to feel his feet on the ground； and again suddenly snatched up as the cat advanced； then twisted round and round as fast as possible at the full length of the string： in short； it is impossible to describe all his sufferings of body； or my anguish of mind。 At length a most dreadful conclusion was put to them； by the entrance of a gentleman booted and spurred； with a whip in his hand。 'What in the world； Charles！' said he； as he came in； 'are you about？ What have you got there？' 'Only a mouse； sir；' replied the boy。 'He is teaching the cat to jump； sir；' said Peter； 'that is all。'
Brighteyes then gave a fresh squeak from the violence of his pain。 The gentleman then turning hastily round； exclaimed eagerly； 'What； is it alive？' 'Yes； sir；' said the boy。 'And how can you； you wicked； naughty； cruel boy；' replied the gentleman； 'take delight in thus torturing a little creature that never did you any injury？ Put it down this moment；' said he； at the same time giving him a severe stroke with his horse…whip across that hand by which he held my brother。 'Let it go directly；' and again repeated the blow： the boy let go the string； and Brighteyes fell to the ground； and was instantly snapped up by the cat； who growling； ran away with him in her mouth； and； I suppose； put a conclusion to his miseries and life together； as I never from that moment have heard any account of him。
As soon as he was thus taken out of the room； the gentleman sat down； and； taking hold of his son's hand； thus addressed him： 'Charles； I had a much better opinion of you； than to suppose you were capable of so much cruelty。 What right； I desire to know； have you to torment any living creature？ If it is only be cause you are larger； and so have it in your power； I beg you will consider； how you would like； that either myself； or some great giant； as much larger than you as you are bigger than the mouse； should hurt and torment you？ And I promise you； the smallest creature can feel as acutely as you； nay； the smaller they are； the more susceptible are they of pain； and the sooner they are hurt： a less touch will kill a fly than a man； consequently a less wound will cause it pain； and the mouse which you have now been swinging by the tail over the cat's mouth； has not； you may assure yourself； suffered less torment or fright than you would have done； had you been suspended by your leg； either over water； which would drown you； or over stones； where if you fell you must certainly be dashed to pieces。 And yet you could take delight in thus torturing and distressing a poor inoffensive animal。 Fie upon it； Charles！ fie upon it！ I thought you had been a better boy； and not such a cruel； naughty； wicked fellow。' 'Wicked！' repeated the boy； 'I do not think that I have been at all wicked。' 'But I think you have been extremely so；' replied his father； 'every action that is cruel； and gives pain to any living creature； is wicked； and is a sure sign of a bad heart。 I never knew a man； who was cruel to animals； kind and compassionate towards his fellow…creatures： he might not perhaps treat them in the same shocking manner； because the laws of the land would severely punish him if he did； but if he is restrained from bad actions by no higher motive than fear of present punishment； his goodness cannot be very great。 A good man； Charles； always takes delight in conferring happiness on all around him； nor would he offer the smallest injury to the meanest insect that was capable of feeling。 'I am sure；' said the boy； 'I have often seen you kill wasps； and spiders too； and it was but last week that you bought a mouse…trap yourself to catch mice in； although you are so angry now with me。' 'And pray；' resumed his father； 'did you ever see me torment as well as kill them？ Or did I ever keep them in pain one moment longer than necessary？ I am not condemning people for killing vermin and animals； provided they do it expeditiously； and put them to death with as little pain as possible； but it is putting them to needless torment and misery that I say is wicked。 Had you destroyed the mouse with one blow； or rather given it to somebody else to destroy it （for I should not think a tender…hearted boy would delight in such operations himself）； I would not have condemned you； but； to keep it hanging the whole weight of its body upon its tail； to swing it about； and； by that； to hold it terrifying over the cat's jaws； and to take pleasure in hearing it squeak； and seeing it struggle for liberty； is such unmanly； such detestable cruelty； as calls for my utmost indignation and abhorrence。 But； since you think pain so very trifling an evil； try。 Charles； how you like that；' said he； giving him at the same time some severe strokes with his horsewhip。 The boy then cried； and called out； 'I do not like it at all； I do not like it at all。' 'Neither did the mouse；' replied his father； 'like at all to be tied to a string； and swung about by his tail： he did not like it； and told you so in a language which you perfectly well understood； but you would not attend to his cries； you thought it pleasure to hear it squeak； because you were bigger； and did not feel its torture。 I am now bigger than you。 and do not feel your pain。 I therefore shall not yet leave off； as I hope it will teach you not to torment anything another time。' Just as he said these words； the boy； endeavouring to avoid the whip； ran against the table on which I was placed； and happily threw down the pan that confined me。 I instantly seized the opportunity； jumped down； and once more escaped to the little hole by which I first entered。 There I found my only brother waiting for me； and was again under the dreadful necessity of paining his tender heart with the recital of the sufferings which I had been witness to in our dear Brighteyes； as well as the imminent danger I myself had bee