Litchfield enquirer., 1856-09-11
A Jealous Dog.

The following singular story is related of Judge Halliburton in his work entitled Ma ture and Human Nature" We cannot readily question the credibility of story thus authell- tcated:
 | Last summer my duties sent me to Georges Island. l take it for granted you know it is small island situated in the centre of the har- Dor Of Halifax, has a powerful battery on it and barracks for the accommodation of troops There was O company of my regiment station ed there at the time. 1 took this Newfound- land dog and Q small Terrier, called Tilt, in the boat with me. The latter was very active little fellow that the General had given me a few weeks before. He was such an amusing creature that he soon became universal favor ite, was suffered to come into the house, pri-s vliege, which was never granted to this gentle man, who paid no regard to the appearance of his coat which was often wet and dirty, and who was therefore excluded .-
 :. The consequence was, Thunder was jealous, and would not associate with him, and if he ever took any liberty, he turned on him and punished him severely. This, however, he did not do in my presence, as he knew would not suffer it, and, therefore, when they both accom- panied me in my walks, the big dog conteutcd himself with treating tho other with perfect n- difference and contempt. Upon this occasion Thunder lay down in the boat and composed himself to sleep, while the little fellow, who was full of life and animation, aud appeared as fine did not know what it was to close his eyes, sat up, looking over the gunwale, and seemed to enjoy the thing uncoinmonly. He watched the Pmotiohs of men, as if he understood what was required of them, and was anxious they should acquit themselves properly.
 :" After having made my inspection, return ed to the boat, fer tue purpose of re-crossng to the town, when ms sed the Terrier. Thunder was close at my heels, and when whistled for the other, wagged his tail and looked up in my face, as if he would say, never mind that foolish dog am here, and that is enough, or is there anything you Want me to do?
 After calling in vain, went back to the barracks, and inquired of the men for Tilt, but no one appeared to have seen him, or noticed him or his motions.
 After perambulating the little island in vain, asked the sentry if he knew where he was. 4s.
 "Yes, sir said he, he is buried in the beach,"
 anger, who dared to kill him Tell mc, sir
 
 ,="' That large dog did it, sir He cnticed him down to the shore by playing with him. pretending to crouch and then run after him and then retreating, ard coaxing him ,c chase him and when he got near to the beach he throttled him in an instant, and then scratched shosc in the shingle and buried him, covering him up with the gravel. Alter that he went into the water, and with his paws washed his head and face, shook himself. and went up to the barracks. You will find the Terrier just down there, sir
 And sure enough there was the poor little fellow, quite dead, and yet warm.
 In the mean time, Thunder, who had watched our proceedings at distance, as soon as he saw the body eAhumed, felt as if there was Q court-martial holding against himself, plunged into the harbor aud swan across to the town, and hid himself for several days, until he thought the affair had blown oyer and then approached me anxiously and cautiously, lost he should he apprchcnded and condemned As was unwilling to lose both my dogs, was obliged to overlook it, and take him back to my confidence"