The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1877-03-16

- street, and hailed passing ham
som. From beneath the folds of his
ulster peered the sharp black muzzle OF
little dog.
Three weeks later man and dog stood
upon the deck of the good ship Gram
pus, bound for Ujij with ice, lucifer
matches, and gray shirtings.
"What is that island yonder ?" asked
the man of the first mate, who was leah
ing over the bulwark near him.
The man shaded his eyes and looked
"That? Oh, that's a desert island
We're out of our course, through the
fogs, a good bit, or we shouldn't be
near it.
"Don't ships ever go nearer than this
to it ?"
"No fear. There's generally nasty
rocks off such places. We always keep
as far away from 'em as we can.
That night, shortly after dark, the
Captain, walking round the ship, must
have noticed an unusual appearance on
the port side, for one of the boats was
missing.
And so were the man and the dog
And the man and the dog are sitting
side by side now, as this confession is
written, and the boat is high and dry on
the desert island, where it has been their
hut and home for ten long years.
So ends our confession.
"BOw, WOW, WOW -
"Ah, my doggie, if you'd never been
able to speak any language but that we
shouldn't be here now. Still, it was
best we came. Wherever we had gone
among the haunts of men we should
have been recognized. A man and
dog-full description-f500 reward
No, my poor old Pickle, we should have
been caught and you wouldn't have
liked to hang your master, would you?
By Jove Pickle, I've a good mind to
Won Glabenize you again, just to talk
over old times. I've never done it since
that fatal evening. Shall we have talk
again, Just for once! Shall we, old girl
"Why, if ever dog said yes with
his eyes and tail, you do now. So | will,
then So look at me well while l make
the passes. Come, that's it Why, you
go off easier now, my dog, than you did
ten years ago. Steadily now for try.
Pickle, why, how you tremble'
master ~
"Why, what a tone Are You fright
ened, my dog?"
Master, I want to talk about Tommy
Bowles.'
"No, hang it, my dog some pleas
anter subject than that please.
"But, MASTER I've been waiting to
tell you about Tommy Bowles for ten
years. Oh master You didn't cut his
head off"
"What ~
"Nobody cut it Oft wasn't cut off
at ALL Oh do forgive me and there
wasn't any Inspector; and, please, l
made it all up"
t-surely-confound it, Pickle
/ don't understand Amt murderer,
then?"
ono"
'But in the name of all that's canine,
why should you make all this up?"
because / had been playing with
low dogs up by the canal all day, and |
thought you wouldn't give me the bone
if l didn't tell you something, and be
cross with me, and so made it up about
Tommy Bowles."
90, Pickle Pickle and for ten
long years have you and l been on this
desert island because you told me a lie
Why the deuce didn't you undeceive me
before ?"
"How could I? You never Won
Glabenized me. p"
"Pickle, old dog, we've been friends
too long to quarrel over this. Give me
your paw. l forgive you.
Master, do men ever, when people
want news, and they haven't got any to
give them, make up things like | did .
Certainly not; only a foolish dog
would do such thing as that. Halloa
there's boat coming, Pickle. We're
discovered"
Bow, WOW, WOW J!
cit comes nearer! Never mind, we
don't dread it now Why, Pickle, look
That face in the bows Why, I'm blest
if it isn't Tommy Bowles ~
From the Times, Aug. 10, 49,:
The ship Jemima, Capt. Bowles, with iron
rails and cutlery from Ujij reached Nlillwall
this morning. She brings with her gem
tleman and his dog. who were discovered
island, where they had been cast away ten
years ago.
There is no reason now why this con-
fession, written on that island, should be
kept from the public. Pickle is agree
able to its publication and, if she is not
ashamed of her share in the story, i am
sure 1 need not be of mine. -Engtish
Magazine.
won Glaben was a German scientist, who carried
mesmerism out of itself, and developed far supe-
rio tIa Of