The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1873-04-16
A SAD STORY or 4 DECENT DOG.


good moral habits. He was high
bred setter, with long, soft hair, dark
brown in color and tawny under the
throat. His eyes were soft and melt
ing in their expression, his silken ears
had the patrioian droop, and his aris'
tocratic tail was eloquent in its cx-
preston of JOY and affection, and rigid
as an ak handle when its owner came
to point. Monte was reasonable
dog. You could always make him
see the poiut without the aid of
hunting whip.) As for his nose-there
never was such Il nose hung to a dog
before. He could scent quail across
forty acre field, aud could retrieve
anything except his reputation in the
latter part of his career. He could
carry dead bird half q mile
and put it on the wagon and he never
mouthed or mangled the game. When
Ballard was nervous or fiuStercd, and
missed good shots, Monte cheerfully
came up to be licked with the ramrod,
magnanimously taking all the blame
on himself, but when anybody else of
the party missed fair shot, Monte
made no attempt to conceal his dis.
gust On these occasions he usually
relieved his mind by licking the other
dog. Monte had bright future be-
fore him. But, alas! In an evil hour
he tasted his first glass of beer, and
from that moment was a ruined dog.
The way Of it was this: 1t was hot
day in August, and Ballard and his
friend had been hunting over the fiery
stubble for hours. No water was to
be had, though keg Of beer was in
the wagon. Monte was nearly gone
up. His tongue was out foot or
more, and his palpitating sides indi'
Gated speedy dissolution. Ballard,
unable to obtain water gave him a
quart Of beer, Which he Tapped up
with satisfaction and demanded more
Considerably refreshed, the hunt wa:
resumed, but Monte behaved strange
ly. He dashed about in a reckles:
manner, and tumbled headlong ovel
fences. He barked in maudin. in
cohcrant way, and quarreled without
cause with Smiths dog. He seemed
to have lost control of his nose, and
would run over covy Of grouse, and
moment after came to dead point
on field.mouse or grasshOpper. HC
chased rabits-an indiscretion whicl
he would have scorned in his sober
senses. 1t was painfully evident thai
Monte was drunk-palpably and
shamefully drunk-drunk as fiddler
The next morning Monte got up witt
u raging headache But he seems t(
have heard of the drunkard's axiom
"the hair Of the dog is good for tht
bite" and he accordingly followed
Ballard down town and ''rung in" OF
him while he was taking his matutina
whisky and tansy. Ballard stooC
treat, and Monte "histed in" glass o
!, old stock ale. Several loafers though
it was funny to see q dog making {
0 beast of himself, and so they invited
=. poor Monte TO take another and an.
. other, until the upshot Of it was tina
he went home that night drunker thai
ever. 1t got noised around town tha
!, Monte liked beer, and everybody begal
to invite him. The consequence wa
that he became sot. He neglected
' his business. His beautiful eyes be
came red and rheumy, aud his silkel
: coat got shaggy. He trequented tn
: bar.r0oms and "laid" Cor invitation
to drink. When hard pressed h
would "run his face" with the bar
- keeper.
Monte made frequent attempts t
reform, but dog flesh is weak; after
IS day or two OF abstinence he woul
plunge into deep debauch. And S
he went from bad to worse. His mas
ter becoming alarmed, served notice
on all the whisky shops not 10 lie
Monte have anything; but to no pur
pose. He found means to get drum
D every day. Beer got too weak 70
him and he took to whisky. Othe
dogs began TO look down on hin
c Smiths dog-a miserable mongrel-
cut his acquaintance. Even the fist
= and bench-legs regarded him with
! pity that was more CALLING to hi
proud nature than contempt. Final
ly the end came. After an unusuall
prntracted debauch, Monte began t
see things. He would bristle up t
imaginary dogs, and then shrink i
the most abject terror from some in
aginary aEsaiant, then he would com
TO dead point on nothing, and h
would hustle imaginary C ,;o bout til
yard, and, getting them in corner
bark for hours at vacancy. Ii
- couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat. II
couldn't do anything that was sens
BILE, and finally he died as the foc
= dieth-of jim jams. We buried hir
+ under an apple tree, with a.head'boar
g bearing the following incription: