The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1877-09-14

the sense. to come home and fetch help
"Bide a Wee, bide wee, says old
Do6ald. Sfdinna ken what your Eng
lish dugs can do but collie, though it
has ma been pleasing to Providence to
give the creatur the gilt o speech, can
do mony mair things than them that
wad deride it,"
II amt a deridin' of 'em," says John
Il only say as how if they be 50 very |
clever Pye never seen it.
eye wull, though, We wull, says old |
Donald, as he hurries forward after
Laddie, who has now settled down into
swinging trot, and is taking his way |
straight across the lonlest part OF the
bleak moor The cold winds almost cut !
US in two, and whirIs the snow into our
faces, nearly binding us. Ny fngeF
tbs alz...s 1ss-sSsaSing nnmed, ieieles hspg !
/ from my riustache and beard and my |
feet and legs are soaking wet, even !
through my shooting-boots and stout
leather leggins.
The moon has gone in again and the !
light from the lantern we carry is barely |
sufficient to show US the inequalities in !
the height of the snow, by which we are {
guessing our path. begin to wish had
! staid at home "I]homme propose, mail /
la femme dispose, sigh to myself; and
begin to consider whether / may ven
ture to give up the search (Which have
undertaken purely to satisfy my wife, |
for l am like John. and Won believe IN
Laddie,) when suddenly / hear q shout
in front of me, and see Donald, who has
all the tima been keeping close TO Laddie, |
drop on his knees and begin digging
wildly in the snow with his hands. We
all rush forward. Laddie has stopped at
what appears TO be the foot of stunted
tree, and after scratching and whining
for moment, sits down ana watches /
leaving the ret to us. What Is it that !
appears when we have shoveled away the /
! snow? A dark object. Is il a bundle of
rags Isit-or alas, was It a human be /
/ ing2 We raise it carefully and tenderly,
wrap it in one of the warm blankets with /
which my wife's forethought mas pro- /
vided us. Bring the lantern" / say /
huskily; and John holds it over the /
PROSTATE foAn of not as we might have /
expected, sene stalwart shepherd OF the /
hills, but over that of poor shriyeled, /
wrinkled, ragged old woman. try to /
/ pour little brandy down the poor old /
throat puI lhe leelH are ~ ''''i''y
clenched that l cannot.
" Best get her home as quickly as may /
be, sir; the mistress Will know better /
what to do for her nor we do, II so be the /
( poor creature Is not past help, says 4
John, turning instinctivcly, as we all do I
in sickness or trouble, To woman.s and
20 we lmProVlse a sort OIL hanll'''cA OF .
men prepare to carry their poor helpless .
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but to think there should be -uci
/ in an animal passes me"
/ As we reach the avenue cate I dis I
patch oneN the men Tor the doctor who .
/ fortunately lives within q stones throw .
of Us, aud hurry on myself to prepare
my wife for what IS coming. She runs F.
out into the hall to meet me Well2' /
she asks eagerly.
We have found poor old woman
l say; " but do not know whether she
Is alive or dead"
My wife throws her arms around me
and gives me great hug
Aou VIII ma dry things ana jug
OF not toddy III your desslng- -room' dear
I she says and TINS Is all the revenge she
taxes on me Tor my SkepllClsm. me