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Updated: October 6, 2025
Their whole attention was directed towards their men, for the Haussas, on hearing the gun-fire, impetuously made a rush on deck not by reason of panic but out of the deep curiosity that is ever to the fore in the minds of West African natives to a far greater extent than in the case of Europeans. Next morning the Ponto was nowhere to be seen.
When he had been prevailed upon to jump up beside the driver, and the carriage rolled homeward, Mr. Roscoe said: "That is a superb creature. The only pure white Newfoundland I ever saw. Where did you get him?" "He was bought in Brooklyn several years ago, and sent to me." "What is his name?" "Hero." "How very odd. Bruno, or Nero, or Ponto, or even Fido, would be so much more suitable."
Ponto, who lies so often at his mistress's feet, and looks up wistfully into her face, as if he understood much, but would like to ask more, and seems, with his low whine, to put the question Why, when his master went away so many months ago, he had never come back again: Ponto, who would lie for hours, when he could steal an access to them, beside the trunks which came home unaccompanied by their owner, and which still stood in a closed room, which was to the household like the silent chamber of death.
Once more I lived with motion made concrete, with beauty made absolute once more a wagging tail brought the inexhaustible dot of gaiety. Ponto had finer manners than Fido. He was maturer, with a deeper sense of noblesse oblige. He never forgot that even if he had been born a Dalmatian, privilege entails certain obligations.
In a word I repeat it over again; he was serious; and, in consequence of it, he would lose all kind of patience whenever he saw people, especially of condition, who should have known better, as careless and as indifferent about the name they imposed upon their child, or more so, than in the choice of Ponto or Cupid for their puppy-dog.
In very close vicinity we came upon the Ponto Rotto, the old Pons Emilius which was broken down long ago, and has recently been pieced out by connecting a suspension bridge with the old piers. We crossed by this bridge, paying a toll of a baioccho each, and stopped in the midst of the river to look at the Temple of Vesta, which shows well, right on the brink of the Tiber.
"I'll be there," replied the Ripper's skipper, as he put about and went whizzing over the blue waters of the bay. When the young people entered the gateway they saw Ponto stretched out on the bench in the shade, fast asleep. "Wait a minute," said Rose. "I'll play a trick on him." She stole softly up, and, with a long piece of grass tickled the old colored servant on the ear.
'Upon my word, Madam, I had begun, and was going on to say that I didn't know one word about all these matters which seemed so to interest Mrs. Major Ponto, when the Major, giving me a tread or stamp with his large foot under the table, said 'Come, come, Snob my boy, we are all tiled, you know.
The first thing our parlor said to any one was, that we were not people to be put out, that we were wide-spread, easy-going, and jolly folk. Even if Tom Brown brought in Ponto and his shooting-bag, there was nothing in that parlor to strike terror into man and dog; for it was written on the face of things, that everybody there was to do just as he or she pleased.
'Shall I open a bottle of port, or do you ever drink such a thing as Hollands and water? says Ponto, looking ruefully at me.
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