Uncle Dick and Lisa's Old Time Animal Tales

A friend of ours owns a noble, great Newfoundland dog, about which he tells a great many funny stories, among which is the following:
We tell it as it was told to us, premising only that our friend is a man of fair character for veracity, and we believe it ourself. He spent several weeks last summer in a country village, accompanied by his dog Boney-an abbreviation of Napoleon Bonaparte- his true name. Now Boney is an educated gentlemanly dog-conscious of his own strength, and from very magnanimity, pays no attention to small animals that bark at or even bite him. He has been taught to fetch and carry, and it was only necessary to put any article that he could lift, and order him to bring it along, and Boney would bring it.
A small spaniel, about the size of a cat, was in the daily habit of imposing upon the good nature of Boney, impudently attacking, seizing him by the long hair on his hind legs, and shaking and growling away, as if it were somebody; all which Boney bore with Christian forbearance, never even showing his ivory, but trotting away with dignified contempt from his puny assailant.
One day our friend was walking out with his dog, when the little Spaniel, full of importance made his usual attack on Boney. “Fetch him along” said our friend pointing to the spaniel. No sooner said than done; Boney pounced upon him and rolling him over and over without hurting him, took him by the nape of the neck, and trotted along after his master, with all the dignity of an animal conscious of being in the performance of a pleasant duty. The little dog yelled, and howled, and struggled, but there was no use in talking. Boney trotted around after his master, with the spaniel in his mouth, as a cat may sometimes be seen carrying one of her little ones, greatly to the amusement of all the boys in the village. At length his master ordered his prisoner to be released, when the little animal, thoroughly humbled drew a bee line for home. He gave Boney a wide birth after that.