The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1878-03-08

who had, for quite while, been peep
ing around the corner of the barn, and
impatiently waiting for Charley to get
up. Being afraid to linger longer, lest
his father might come ont and spoil his
fun, Tommy said to Charley, "Come,
my old fellow, it time you were up. All
the other horses are up, and eating their
breakfast. Come, get up, stretch your
limbs. Take run around the lot be-
fore you eat your breakfast, and you will
have better appetite.
Now if Brown, the "mind reader, Z"
had been there, he doubtless would have
seen that Charley thought it saucy for n
little boy like Tommy to talk in that way
to horse OF his age and standing, and
who had carried him safely and willingly
so many miles.
And, setting back his ears, he gave
him sharp, reproving look, as much as
to say "Tommy, you had better go
and wash and comb your hair, and eat
your own breakfast, and let me alone +,
I'll get up when get ready"
But Tommy was not to be put off.
Breaking large twig from the apple
tree, he began to switch Charley on the
back.
This was more than Charley could
stand. Not that it hurt much; but his
indignation was aroused.
So, with the intention, no doubt, of
soaring Tommy, and chasing him out of
the lot, he sprung quickly to his feet,
when, all at once, the string of sleigh
bells and large oow-bell which Tommy
had fastened to his tail when taking out
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which, notwithstanding Clarley's usual
presence of mind, startled him, threw
him entirely off his guard and, indeed,
into utter confusion.
His first leap was toward Tommy, the
second one was over his head, one of
his hind feet striking Tommy, knocking
him senselcss to the ground.
Charley, in his fright, ran furiously
around the lot, his nostrils dilating, and
his eyes looking as fierce and fiery as
a demon. At length, leaping the fence,
he landed with both of his fore-feet on a
fine young colt which was lying on the
other side, crushing it to death almost
instantly.
From thence, maddened with the ever
increasing jingle, he made circuit
around the meadow, and then started
directly toward the house, as if the
thought had occurred to him that his
master could help him.
Seeing no one at the door, he under
took to leap the fence close by tAe gate,
as if intending to ruoh into the house.
But, his feet slipping upon the flag
stones, he fell upon the sharp pickets of
the fence, fatally pierced.
His cries soon brought the family to
the door. There hung poor old Charley
on the fence, grooming, dying. And
O what looks he gave looks mingled
with fright and distress and which
seemed to say imploringly, Cant you
% can't you help me p
Every little while, by a great effort,
he would raise his head ana cast such a
pitiful look upon his master and others
who were there; and great tears ran
down his face as if he were crying like a
child.
And there, before he could possibly
be removed, surrounded by group who
were all in tears, poor old Charley, faith
full and true, the pet of the household,
died, his head resting tenderl y upon his
master s arm.
Tommy didn't know the extent of the
mischief he had done, but he had picked
himself up, and knew enough to run into
the barn and hide to avoid his richly de-
served punishment. But, upon being
brought from his hiding place, he con.
fessed to all which have told you, and
from that day to this, though he is now
full grown man, Tommy has played no
more of his tricks on man or beast
Rec. j. Il. Harris, in March Wide
Quake.