Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1861-09-27


Turning his eyes quickly in the dire,
ton from which the report came, he sa
! his neighbor with his rife in his han,
He was re-loading it. Within twent
yards of where Mr.. Tiller was standin!
Wolf was writhing upon the ground, an
bowling with pain Watch stood wit
a frightened look few PAGES farther of
The rapidity with which Ellis was re
loading his gun made it evident to tn
mind of Tiller that it was his intentio
to shoot the other dog. In order to pre-
vent this, he called Watch to his side
and placing his hand upon bis neck
threw his own body into such a position
as to protect him.
AS soon as Ellis had finished loadin!
bis gun, he raised it in his hands, anC
called out in loud, angry, imperatiy,
voice
Stand one side there
But the owner of the dog did no
move.
Get out of the way, tell youn
The gun was now raised to the shoul
der, and pointed at the spot where Til.
Ter was standing, who began really tc
fear that his excited neighbor would fire
at the dog, even at the risk of striking
him with the BAH. He, however, stood
firm. Slowly, at length, the breech Of
the rife sank down from the shoulder OF
Peter, who, as if some sudden resolution
had been taken, started forward, and
came with long strides towards the spot
where Tiller was standing. Wolf con-
tinued his yeils and writings, but both
became less and less vigorous, showing
that either the pain of his wound was
abating, or that life was ebbing rapidly
away. 1t mattcred little which Of these
was the case, for another ball from the
rife Of Ellis, who had paused within
twenty or thirty yards of Tiler put an
end to bis sufferings.
Peter Ellis, said Tiller in a firm, but
not angry voice, as the latter began again
to load his gun, will you hear reason
IN shoot your other dog if l die for
it, and YOU too if you don't get out Of the
way"
But hear what have to say first,
friend Ellis
Don't friend me understand your
,mooth-faced, canting hypocricy. Any
nan who would butcher a poor animal as
you have butchered my COW deserves to !
,e shot down like dog, Now take care
If YOURSELF
As Peter said this, he presented bis
life again at the dog, who was croucning
lown behind his master. Tiler was a
aim, cool, brave man, and he did not, |
therefore,, move, nor order bis dog away. |
For nearly a minute Ellis stood with his
niger upon the trigger, pointing his rife
It the head of Watch, which projected a
ew inches beyond his masters knee
2assion prompted him to fire at all haz-
rds, but the fear of worse consequences
han merely killing dog, made him hes
tate.
You might just as well get out of the
way first as last said he again dropping
he rifle, for III shoot that dog. I've
worn it, and I'll do it,
But, Peter Ellis, first listen to me.
am
Il don't want to hear anything l
'ant none of your soft speeches. Look
my COW there; that's enough for me.
'ut you'll be sorry for it. I'll have my
evenge. I'll pay you up for old scores,
nd this into the bargain
i had no intention of hurting your
ow, Peter, l only
bah
Thus calculating, while he almost
'amed with passion, the angry farmer
lrned away and left Mr.. Tiller grieved
nd perplexed, with his dog crouching at
is feet. Wolf was already dead. As
ION as Ellis had gone out of sight, Til
r replaced the bars and walked back to
le house, feeling rather unhappy.
So much for permitting myself to get
lgry, said he, mentally. IF | had
'iven the COW out quietly, and then Ia
IN a little more trouble in fastening the ,
.rs, all this might have been saved
ut now his poor cow is badly injured,
Tolf is dead, and the worst passions of
is unhappy man are aroused. But this /
the way when we lose command of 5
Irselves there is no telling what evil {
may follow |
Before dinner time, Watch was shot,
most at the door of Mr.. Tiller. The
tier was sitting in the house, when the q
I'D report of bis neighbor's rifle, follow b
quickly by the yells of the poor dog, d
note upon his ear. He ran out, and a
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