The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-08-20
GEORGES DOG
A STORY FOR BOYS AND MEN roo.


MANY years ago, during one of the
lVI most severe snow-storms ever
known in New England, an old man,
carrying huge valise, was trudging
along toward the railroad station In N
Without any incumbnnce the task
would have been hard one but, laden
as he was, he could scarcely make his
way against the cutting wind and the
driving snow. Once he stopped, and
for moment seemed to hesitate as to
whether he would proceed or not. But
the distance was short; and so, gather
ing up his strength for final effort, the
traveller again bravely faced the ele-
ments.
The storm, SO fierce and unpleasant to
age and iniirmity, brought excitement
and pleasure to lad, perhaps dozen
years old, who just then came up on his
way to school. He was accompanied by
large black dog, with a shaggy coat
completely covered with snow, and
harnessed to sled. The drifts, big as
they were, did not stop this couple. Ever
and anon the boy screamed with delight
as he witnessed the efforts of his com
panion in pulling the sled along through
the piles of snow while the good-natured
animal, seeming as much excited as his
young master, barked aloud in return.
Here, Buck" said the lad, as he ar
rived where the old man was standing,
'".here's a job for you; you must take
this luggage to the railroad station. You
are going there-are you not, sir2n he
continued addressing the stranger.
6 Yes, my boy, am but"
may, sir, no butts; you are too
heavily laden. You see, Buck and
run general express this morning.
He's a lazy dog, considering what he
has to eat-ain't you, Buck ?'
The dog gave shrill bark, as if in
clined to dispute the point.
So let me have your valise, sir, and
We'll whisk it to the station in iiffy."
Either Buck was a little vexed at
having been called lazy, or he was too
anxious to arrive at the place of his des-
tination with the luggage, for, giving a
sudden start, over went the sled in one
direction, while the valise went into
drift in another, the dog at the same
time going head over ears in the snow.
A scream of delight burst from the lad,
in which the old man could not help
joining, as Buck scrambled up, whining
and shaking his shaggy coat.
" My horse is not well broken, you
see, SIR" said the lad, as soon as he could
speak but your valise is unharmed
We must try it once more"
The luggage was again secured on the
sled, and this time Buck landed it safe
at the station, pulling his young master
a part of the way along with it.
"There you are sir" said the lad to
the stranger as he came up, safe and
sound, and there's your check. You
must excuse thelibery took, but really
1 though you were too heavily laden for
such stormy day."
" But your pay" suggested the old
man.
"Oh, III charge that Pay once in
six months. Come, Buck.n
The old man was too busy brushing
off the snow and undoing his muffier
to reply at once. When he turned around
both boy and dog had disappeared. Just
then the shrill whistle of the approach
ing train sounded, leaving no time to
impure who his little friend was. So he
took his seat in the cars and was borne
on his way to his home.
Mr.. Martin-for that was the old
mans name--was we'll -to-do-trader in
the city some dozen miles away. He
had come out the previous evening on
matter of business. Having been de-
tanned longer than he expected the storm
came suddenly, and he was induced to
stop over night. After breakfast hardly
being aware of the violence of the storm,
or of the depth of the snow which had
already fallen, he had attempted to reach
the railroad station on foot, carrying
his valise in his hand. But although,
as has been stated, the distance was not
great, the deep snow, made deeper
where drifted, soon tired him; and it
was then that the events which we have
just spoken of took place. 1t was not
until after he was comfortably seated,
and the cars were in motion, that 1t oc-
Cured to Mr.. Martin that he had not
thanked his little friend-that he had
not even asked his name. Everything