The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1869-08-12
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HBEVIs"-A TALE OF E DOG.

The Lyons diligence was just going. to
roof, and chose my place next the driver;
there was still vacant seat, and the por-
ter called "Monsieur Dermann J"
A tall young man with German style
of counteDance advanced, holding in his
arms large black greyhound, which he
yainly tried to place on the roof.
Monsieur" said hc. addressing me,
''will you have the kindness to take my
doy p
Bending over, L took hold of the ami
NAL, and placed him on the straw at my
feet. l observed that he wore hand
some silver collar, on which the following
words were tastefully engraved: "Bevis.
l belong to Sir Arthur Burnley, given him
by Miss Clara"
His owner was therefore an English
man, yet my fellow traveller, who had now
taken his place by my side, was evidently
either Swiss or German, and his name
was Dermann. Trifing as was the myse
terry, it excited my curiosity, and after
/ two or three hours pleasant conversation
! had established sort of intimacy between
US, ventured to ask my companion for
an explanation.
sit does not surprise me- he answered,
''that this collar should puzzle you; and
have great pleasure in telling you the
story of its wearer. Bevis belongs to me,
but it is not many years since he owned
another master, whose name is on his col
lar You will see why he still wears it.
Here, Bevis speak to this gentleman"
The dog raised his head, opened his
bright eyes, and, laying back his long
ears, uttered sound which might well
pass for salutation-
Mr., Dermann placed the animals head
on his knees and began to unfasten his col
lar.
Instantly Bavis drew back his head
with a violent jerk, and darted toward the
luggage on the hind part Of the roof
There, growing fierceIy, he lay down,
while his muscles were stifened and his
eyes glowing with fury.
| You see monsieur, how determined he
is to guard his collar; should not like TO
| be the man who would try to rob him of
it. Here, Bevis,' said he, in soft, ca
ressing tone, Il won't touch ii again, poor
fellow Come and make friends !"
The greyhound hesitated, still growing.
At length he returned slowly towards his
master, and began to lick his hands his
muscles gradually relaxed, and he trem-
bled like leaf
''There, boy, there said Mr.. Derman,
caressing him. "We won't do it again
Lie down now, and be quiet"
The dog nestled between his masters
feet, and went TO sleep. My fellow trav-
eler then turning towards me, began
81 am a native of Suabia, but l live in
little village of the Sherland, at the foot
of the GrimseI. My father keeps an inn
for the reception of travellers going to St.
Gothard. About two years since there
arrived at our house one evening young
EngIishman, with n pale, sad counten-
ance he travelled on foot, and was fol-
lowed by large greyhound, this, Bevis,
whom you see. He declined taking any
refreshments, and asked to be shown
to his sleeping room. We gave bin one
over the common hall, where we were all
seated around the fire. Presently we
heard him pacing rapidly up and down ;
from time to time uttering broken words,
addressed no doubt to his dog, for the an
imal moaned occasionally, as if replying
to, and sympathizirg with, his master.
sat length we heard the Englishman
stop, and apparently strike the dog blow,
for the poor beast gave loud bowl ol