The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1875-11-11

as hethought, to his saddle. Father
had ridden many miles, and was
nesrly to,his home,'' continued Ar
neld, "when he shot the dog"
"Shot bic faithful dog2p / said
with astonishment.
"Yes,"r said Arneld, "but lie did
1t innocently, and the deed made
mourning in his home. The old man
got nearly crazy over it, for his heart
was as tender as that of a child. You,
see," continued Arnold, "when, a
few miles from home the dog com.
menccd to bark and bite at the
horses fetlock. Father spoke sharp
ly to the dog, saying Prince, be quiz
et.' The dog cringed to the earth
for a moment, but soon commenced
his antics again, ard barking more
furiously than before. AS it was in
the heat Of August, and the dog ne
YER was know to act SO strangely be-
| fore, the thought flashed to fathers
mind that the poor creature was
affected with the dreaded hydro
phabia.
"Prince,' said he, what makes
you act so?' The animal once again
cringed to the earth, while his eyes
famed with excitement. Father
srurred his horse, the dog followed
with quickened pace, and when be
jumped and bit at my fathers feet
the dreaded thought came with full
force that the dog was mad-that bis
death must follow the sternrfact. lie
pulled his pistol from his pocket and
pointed it at the cringing brute-
10th to shoot his faithful dog, he re-
placed the weapon, and once more
hurried away. Again the dog fol-
lowed and renewed his attack, but in
a tiercer manner; and when father
saw the saliva flowing from his mouth
all doubt as to the poor animals mad
ness disappeared. Once more he
pulled his pistol from his pocket; once
again the drg c.inged to the earth;
father took deliberate aim, and the
poor brute gave a cry oSpain as the
hot blood spurted from his breast
Again the uLerring bullet went to the
dogs heart. Father rode quickly
away s;ckcnod with the sight. When
a mile away from the spot where he
had shot his dog, a thought flashed
upon bis brain. He felt for his port
manteau, containing his money. Il
was gone. 1t bad become unfastcned
and was lost. All was clear as a
noon day sky to his mind then. The
poor, faithful deg lad qnickly no
ticed his masters loss, and had re-
course to the only means within a
brute's pow er to convey The intclli
tgence to his master. Sick and faint,
he rode to where he shot poor, faith
fnl Prince, but no dog was there. A
trail Of blood lay in the sand for a
long distance, father followed it hum
ble and dispirited. In the dim dis
tance, he saw his dog lying in the
road, and as he drew nearer he saw
his portmanteau'cov cred by his body.
He alighted from his horse and saw
the blood still oozing from the faith.
ful creatures wounds. He called
him by name, and the dying brute
looked to his eyes while gasping for
breath and seemed to say, Good
bye, master; you cruelty killed me
because | could not talk. Don't tell
the little children at home how
died. The hot tears came to fathers
eyes as he smooihed poor Princes
head. His eyes soon closed, he gave
convnlsivo gasp for breath, and all
was over. Poor Prince was dead.
My father took lis dead body in
his arms and laid it upon his horses
neck, and, mounting the animal, rode
towards home. AS the catter Of hoois