The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-09-28


HARTRANFT AND OTHER DIsTIN-
aUIsHED CHARACTERS.
Special onspondsnes Of the anderson hnsclligeneer.
PHILADELPHIA, Sep. %, 1876.
eThe little dogs, Tray. Blanche and Sweet
heart,
They bark at me."-,Shakespeare.
"a horse, ahorse-my kingdom for horse"
Shakespeare.
Ilove to begin an article with CLASH
cal quotation; it gives the whole thing a
sort of attic favor, without which it
would be fat, stale and improbable.
The morning was cold, drilling and un-
pleasantas-I turned my steps toward the
Dog Show. Several pockets had been
picked on the premises the day before,
so the, gate-keeper eyed me suspiciously,
and even the examination of my repoto-
rial mug on my Centennial pass did not
fully reassure him that everything was
correct. Notebook in hand, and faded
blue cotton umbrella under my arm, l
vadedthronghsthe mud and slush till I
reached the canine paradise. Long be-
fore arrived atsthe pens where the un-
fortunate animals were kept, my ears
were saluted with a horrible chorus of
howls, barks, whines, growls, yells, snarls,
and cries, unlike anything except some
other, dog gshow-ever heard since time
begun. The wretched attempt at walks
around the grounds were made of bark,
tan-barkS .toibe sure, but, nevertheless,
bark, which was no doubt deemed appro-
pirate by the intelligent committee; and
as You went stopping about in it, ancle
deep, it seemed to join in the general
chorus with marked and striking effect.
An effort had been made by the Centen-
NAL Commission to provide straw for the
poor animals. but owing tothe careless
ness of some of the attendants, only
about two straws had been divided among
three dogs. Now, very simple rule OF
arithmetic will show us, two from three
and one remains-that is, one dog with
out straw, and consequently very un-
comfortable dog. Though the family of
dogs were not fully represented, still
there was enough to give us an idea of
its .respectability and extent. In one
pen you behold a silky coated canine,
who was evidently gentleman among
his fellows; he came here with a pedi-
gree much longer than that of many an
aristocratic family, and he seemed to feel
as deeply as possible the base humilia-
fion of his position, in being exposed in
such villainous place and in such vii
lainous company; and, like Rachel
mourning for her children, he refused
to be comforted, even by the fragments
Of mutton chop which some sympathiz-
ing visitor had sacrificed from his morn
ing lunch. began to regret that I had
never made dogs study. knew the
difference at glance between French
poodle and tan terrier, and had an in
definite idea that there were also radical
differences between an English bulldog
and Newfoundland. had seen grey
hounds frequently, only they were black,
and 1 knew skye terrier from fox
hound, but when it came to the points
between hounds, barriers, beagles and
dachshunds, was all afloat till at last /
stuck so deep in the mud that never
expected to get out. Passing along, l
stopped in front of pen against which
leaned an ancient sportsman from Vir-
ginia He was one of the race-now
nearly extinct-who would get out of bed
at three o'clock of miserable morning,
ride all day after some poor devil of q
fox and consider himself amply rewarded
If he only got the tail for his pains.
looked with reverence upon this antigua
ted nimrod, because he was deep in the
mystery of dogs. His father had gone
TO the dogs before him, or, rather, he had
gone with the dogs. He followed the
hounds till he was eighty-four, and, dy.
/ ing. he left his kennel to his son, who
was worthy of the father that begat him
His Lindley Murray might be slightly at
fault, and his spelling resemble that o.
the Reformed Photographed Conven'