Transcribing the 380+ handwritten pages of the diary of Joseph P. Hazard (1807-1892), most of which are expense ledgers, is not complete, but among the 20 or so pages of plain narrative we now have done, we found on page 379 this poignant memory. The event he describes appears to have taken place near the rocks at Hazard Avenue in Narragansett.
“My short-haired Black [?] (and a little mottled) Newfoundland Dog, was the best water dog I ever saw, or heard of. He leaped into the Sea, however cold the weather, and on one occasion, he followed a swimming wounded bird so far out at Sea, that I could not see him, and was gone so long thereafter, I took for granted he had been drowned–there being quite a Sea on the rocky shore. After a while, I caught sight of him. He was about a quarter of a mile from the shore but coming toward the “Indian Rock” that was nearly half a mile to North of me. I took for granted he was too weak to effect a landing without my aid. I therefore ran toward him but before I got up to his point of Landing, he landed and ran toward me as rapidly as if he had not left the shore. He was the most gentle and good natured dog I ever knew. I lamented his loss, and today in my 83rd year, I never think of him without feeling a warm interest in him and…company in the Future World.”