Litchfield enquirer., 1864-04-28
Bran and His Master.

AAs aatuuiu gais Aau SHaken the windows
 and roared along the roof in gushes, and some
 times made the house tremble now the only
 noise was the hastening, intermittent, thunder.
 ing roar of the breakers. with interludes of
 soothing, infinite murmur. It seemed as if
 had awakened so stealthily as not to disturb
 the enchaptment, and with my eyes fixed on
 the alternately fading and increasing ladder of
 ehrouded moonlight that stretched to my win
 dow from great distance on the Sea, I moved
 not, but breathed low, striving to believe that
 this was scene forbidden mortal eyes, and after few minutes of such romantic iudul- gence, 1 really feared that to betray any sign of watchfuness would bring upon me sorrow and pain, as the sweet heroine of one of Ti- ecks charming legends forfeited peace and prosperity by mentioning, in a moment of m- pulsveness, the fairy country into which her feet had been permitted to stray in childhood.
 But suddenly-aYe, instantaneously as flash of lightning-my fancy and calmness were supplanted by terror and amazement; Saw in the light that filled the window, as in frame' the living, moving reality of young man fear and agony of strife in his handsome face battling for life, his arms dashing out as if swimming; heavy, wet, hanging locks falling over his forehead. That vision must have been before for fully minute, and 80 distinct, so real, SO near was it, and so earnest WAS the expression of the eyes Imploripg help, that shrieked out, and the cry came from the very core of heart, o God ! save him save him save him ! and sprang from bed in agony. In moment my father and Margaret had come to my room; l had tainted then, and could only answer their anxious inquiries, when 1 reganed consciousness by the falsehood :-- " It was only horrid dream" At breakfast, my father, alarmed at my paleness, wished to send for the physician. but would not assent. Then he said " Well, Allie, come and take walk on the beach with me i the gale is try ing to blow away, and the breakers are tre' mendous' was delighted to do so, and in few minutes we were on the shore. The noise of the waves entirely drowned all attempts at and the spray washed Over us ill showers. Nuncrous sea-gulls were lowering over the raging water, screaming shEilly l: sometimes battling hutterinsly ly against heavy gusts of the f,tterng gale :; sometimes swoop- ing with wonderful grace and swiftness down to the foaming cr=sts that lasted but q S. ennd wild and magnificent was the scene; doafcning and terrible it's roar.
 When we h i'd reached ,he b, ach, we stood mo,ionIess uu,;! my futIer pulled at my pIull for it was useless to attempt speaking, and pointing with excitement to where all immense dog lay, apparently lileIess just above the strong tutlets of the surf, but not beyond the whiring eddies that were churned in ripp.ts and foam, about his body. In Q moment, rushed to where he was, and with the water to my knees, and almost taking me of my feet at every sweep bent over him and put my warm hands through the heavy, curling coat. ( Poor, noble fellow-deadv But as said so, 1 saw the great, soft eyes open thankfully, and the splencid bush of tail rise about an inch from the sand, and falling again the half,.ift- ing of the eyclid, and the mite of wag that was left, being all the expression of life re maining to him. When my father, eomiug to wards mo, saw my delight, he hurried to the rescue. Together we managed, after many rests, to get him on the rug before our kitchen fire. Yes, We had to stop several times and lay our burden down, because it was an enor nous Newfoundland, weighing, my father thought, over one hundred pounds. It was q long time before the poor fellow fully got the use of his limbs, or strength enough to eat the meal l had prepared for him. He was very handsome, and his gratitude and devotion which iueressed and expressed themselves day by day. In thas most courtly grace aud defer ence to every look or movement of mine, were touching to see. At the time the waves had thrown him an offering at my feet, he had on heavy, black leather collar, with silver plate, marked "Theo. Manton." Of course, my father made inquiries, and advertised in the Sag Harbor journals for ar owner, but
 what probability was there that dog, SO strangely cast upon the seashore by storm.
 would be justly claimed' As i, was, there
 was never any information gained by inquiries or advertisements. In every storm through the winter that was then setting in, would my great dog and friend go down towards night to the beach and look seaward, bowling perhaps for the master he had lost. For weeks tried evsry name applied to dogs cou.d remember, to See if could find his own. l ran through
 Pontoes and Brontoes. and Watehes-the Smiths, Jones and Robinsans of the dog di- rectory and then tried the glossaries of his.
 tory and romancs-Kitmer, Gelert, Hodain and more. The dog would walk or lie beside
 me, and turn his head towards me as I called each name, but drop his ears and eyes as if in
 disappointment, and give gentle wag to his tail in thanks for my attempt. But one day about the middle of November, in a walk through the village-and never went without
 my new friand-T rtoppad o& tb, u..