Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1881-11-24
TOM DALY'S DOG.
How he was Trained Fighter by the
Australian Method.

Virginia City, Tom DAILY was one OF tn
sufferers.
Not being able to procure comfortable
quarters in the city, he determined II
make raid upon the snug cabin of hi
old friend Bob Morrison, in Sunrise
District, thirty miles from the Cemstock
"Tve come to stay as long as The
grub holds out" said Tom, as he sheC
his blanket overcoat and began to be-
! stow his cargo, which consisted of 9
sixteen-shoeting rifle belonging to Jack
Magee, two navy revolvers belonging
to Jim Orndorfr, an eight-pound fifteen
inch bowie knife made by Mark Price,
Il bottle of whisky, and white, cross
eyed bulldog named JEFF.
You're right welcome" replied
Morrison, as he put on the coffee pot
and began to slice the bacon, for he
knew Tom was hungry after his long
walk; and besides, Bob WAS rather
proud of his well-stored harder. He
was also glad to meet a congenial
spirit, for they are both noted story
telers.
There WAS one thing, however, which
soon began to worry Bob. 1t was the
presence Of jeff. lie was vicious
brute, growing and snarling all the
time. Bob was almost afraid to get out
of bed of morning The calves of his
legs twitched nervously, as if expecting
at every moment to feel the fangs Of
the savage beast, and Bob was thinking
seriously Of wearing sections of stove
pipe on his lower extremities, to guard
against insidious assault from that
source.
1t was in vain that Morrison limited
that it would be a benefit to the dog to
build him comfortable kennel on the
lee side of the cabin.
Whatever is good enough for me is
good enough for me dog" said Tom.
The conversation was dropped for the
time, but Bob reopened it soon after by
cursorily remarking
"Jeff looks as if he might have good
blood in him."
The best strain in the State" re-
marked Tom, with enthusiasm.
Pity he amt savage" unused Bob.
"I'd like to know how you'd go to
work to make him any savager!" said
Tom in a tone of defiant pride.
Well" continued Morrison, Gin
the Australian gold fields, where l spent
some of the best years of my life, they
have peculiar way of training fighting
dogs, and they have the best in the
world.''
"Yeu don't say? How do they train
EN- 20
.'In the first they sink a shaft about
twelve feet deep and four or five feet |
square, and from the bottom, good
sized drift is run out eight or ten feet. |
In this the dog is placed, and the top is
covered just enough to keep out the |
light, but not so as to exclude the air.
The dog is furnished with water every |
lay, but is given nothing to eat, except |
)nce OFT vice a week live cur dog is |
thrown down to him, and he has to |
kill his own meat or starve. This
makes him perfectly ferocious. At the
end of a month he is taken out, and if
here is any fight in him he'll show it."
"You dom. tell meW calculated
Tom, somewhat excited. "Pve always
heard they had famous dogs over there,
,ut 1 never knew how they trained
en-"
"You've got the secret now" said
Bob, confdentially.
The scheme evidently took hold on
TOMS mind. Early the following Sun
lay morning he wakened Bob.
GAS we've nothing to do to-day,
What do you say if we fix hole to
rain jeff in 90
Tho proposition was acceded to by
Bob with feigned reluctance, but with
cal satisfaction. A rude windlass was
igged up, and a prospect hole of about
bo rouuirod dapth yraS utilizad Poforo