"And men my prophet-wail deride!

He taught Fritz, the house dog, whose only method of expression heretofore had been an ear-piercing bark, to howl in a clear, high tenor, with wonderfully sustained notes; so that together they would sit on the stable runway and wail duets happily for hours at a time.

'There's nae wail o' wigs on Munrimmon Moor,' 'There's neither men nor meesie, and

For many a day the old man's dying wail rang in his ears.