My mother ran up and down the stable, screaming with pain, and I lay weak and trembling, and expecting every instant that my turn would come next.

I don't know why he spared me.

I was the only one left.
His children cried, and he sent them out of the stable and went out himself.

Mother picked up all the puppies and brought them to our nest in the straw and licked them, and tried to bring them back to life; but it was of no use; they were quite dead.

We had them in our corner of the stable for some days, till Jenkins discovered them, and swearing horribly at us, he took his stable fork and threw them out in the yard, and put some earth over them.
My mother never seemed the same after this.