Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1881-10-20
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A Cold Day for Dogs.

Old Mr.. IhIstlepod came in from Flint
River Yesterday. and climbed up a long
staircase TO the sAnctum, cmptIed char
load Of exchanges ON the floor. and sat
down.
SAY said the old man, chewing hi,
morsel Of navy plug with the rapid lntonA-
lion Of man Who vas IN earnest "Sa,
you know that spotted coach-dog Of mine
tha, bit his leg with a rattIesnakc nigh onto
three week ago ?"
irs. the editor said he remembered il.
Dog dead
dead 2" sald the old man. mo live as
you are and all right, onl, he, tryin to
coll himself up all the time, and nas eleven
ra.Iles, gruSrd out on the end Of his tail.
Has, ior gospel fact Nights, when he
run> ABOUND the hose, sounds ike drum
corp soln' by. declare to goodness
sish,d Id a bruns hun in to let you see
him"
lr>. the editor wished he had
Nero. the dog. name ls," the old man
satI, gazing earnestly at the editors face.
Nero, SIX years old this spring. Raised
hiI myself; Flint River dog you've seen
him hundreds OF times under my wagon"
Yes, the editor thought he had seen him,
before he grew his rattes
"ics," the old man said, with a contirma.
tory sigh Then he added, You know that
shaggy, rough-haired Scotch terrier of Ben
Martins? Well, sir, Ben he sent to Phil
adeiphy and got couple o dozen silk
worms, and fed EN- to the dog, an'-ye
halnt seen the terrier since Saturday, have
ye3"
No, the editor hadn't seen the dog nor
Martin himself since April
well, sir. | hope may die some time. if
that dogs hair haint come out the softest,
finest silk fringe, with braid two inches
deep along his back, an ball of chenille
hangn from the end of each ear. Bens
goln TO buy up couple o hundred cheap.
long haired dogs, feed 'em silkworms and
shear them every spring"
The editor thought there would be money
in it,
''Better'n gold nine, the old man said.
ian do you know that while be was feedin'
of him, Ben forgot to take off the dogs big
leather collar.
And what happened to the collar ?" the
editor asked somewh hat YEARLY.
Velvet. said the old man enthusiastical-
ly "LyOns velvet, with celluloid buckle.
You remember the dog, don't We? Used to
come To town with Ben regular three or four
times month. declare, wsht I'd ast
Ben to let me bring him in to show YOU this
morning Ben was too busy to come in
himself. 'Snarly,' Ben calls him. Flint
River dog bred and raised right here on
Ben's farm
The editor though: he would like to see
the dog some time, when Ben had time 10
bring him in. And he plunged his pen into
the INK two or three times, as though he
would write something.
Yes the old man sighed again. And
once more Frightening up he resumed, 81
say" he exclaimed, ''you remember that
long-legged ornary looking meat hound of
Dick Rogers don't We, that killed Lem
Crandall's sheep last February
The editor expressed faint, very faint
recollection of Dick Rogers dog, and Mr.
ThistlePod went on
We'll, the boys had a little target shoot
over to Mary Stringer's place on the Fourth
of July, and while they was shootin,' if that
blamed, hungry starvelin' Of dog didn't get
at the box and eat up more'n twenty car
tridges. On my life if he didn't! Make
him sick? Not hair of him he Just frisk-
ed around and seemed to feel better for it.
Well. sir. about seven O'Clock that night the
dog went of
mo ?" exclaimed the editor, with more
interest than he had yet displayed. "By
George Did he make a big noise? Did
he, though? Hurt anybody"
''No,r the old man said, rising to 90 !;
''reckon not; he just went of with Bill
Hockenhury, that comes to zee Rogers big