Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1883-12-22


much boy wants society. Perhaps if |
they were better acquainted with dogs
they d unders and boys better than they
>do.
About month ago there were lots of
burglars in our town, and father said he
believed he'd have to get a dog. Mr..
Withers told father he'd get dog for
him, and the next day he brought the
most beautiful Siberian bloodhound
you ever saw.
The first night we had him we
chained him up in the yard, and the
neighbors threw things at him all
night. Nobody in our house got u wink
of sleep, for the dog never stopped
barking except just long enough to yell
when something hit him. There was
morna scuttleful of big Jumps of coal in
the yard in the morning, besides seven
old boots, two chunks of wood, and
bushel of broken crockery.
Father said the house was the proper
place for the dog at night; so the next
night we left him in the front hall. He
didn't bark any all night, but he got
tired Of staying in the front hall, and
wandered all over the house. l suppose
he felt lonesome, for he came into my
room and got on to the bed, and near
Nv suffOcated me. l woke up dreaming
that was in melon patch. and had to
eat three hundred green water-melons
or be sent to Jail, and it was a great
comfort when woke up and found 1t
was only the dog. He knocked the
water pitcher over with his tail in the
morning, and then thought he saw cat
under my bed, and made such an awful
noise that father came up and told me
/ ought to be ashamed to disturb the
whole family so early in the morning
After that the dog was locked up in the
kitchen at night, and father had to
come down early and let him out, be-
cause the cook didn't Care to 60 into
the kitchen.
We let him r,1n loose in the yard in
tie day time, until he had an accident
with Mr. Martin. We'd all been out
to takc tea AID spend the evening
with the Wiikinsons, and when we
got hone about n'ne o'clock there
was MIR. Martin standing on the piazza,
with the dog hold ne on to his cork leg.
Mr.. Martin had come to. the house to
make call at about seven o'clock, and
as soon as he stepped on the piazza the
dog caught him by the leg without say
ing word. Every once in awhile the
dog would let 60 just long enough to
spit out few pieces of cork and take
fresh hold, but Mr.. Martin didn't dare
to stir for fear he would take hold of
the other leg, which of course would
have hurt more than the cork one. MIR.
Martin was good deal tired and dis
couraged, and couldn't be made to I'M
derstand that the dog thought he was a
burglar, and tried 10 do his. duty, as we
should all try to do.
The way came to lose the dog was
this: Aunt Eliza came to see us last
week, and brought her little boy Harry
with her. Harry is six years old, and
he isn't SO bad as he might be, consid-
ering his age. The second day after
they came Harry and were in Tom
McGinnis' yard, when Tom said he
knew where there was woodchuck
down in the pasture, and suppose we
go and hunt him. So l told Harry to
go home and get the dog, and bring
him down 20 the pasture where Tom
said the woodchuck lived. / told him
TO unite the dog-for we had kept him
tied up since his accident with Mr.. Mar
finland to keep tight hold of the rope,
so that the dog couldn't get away from
him. Harry said he'd tie the rope
around his waist, and then the dog
couldn't possibly pull it away from him,
and Tom and both said it was good
plan.
Well, we waited for that boy and the
dog till six o'clock, and they never
came. When l got home everybody
wanted to know what had become Of
Harry. He was gone and the dog was
gone, and nobody knew where they
were, and Aunt Eliza was crying, and
said she knew that horrid dog had eaten
her boy up. Father and l and Mr..
Travers had to go and hunt for Harry.
We hunted all over the town, and at last
man told us that he had seen boy
and dog going on run across Dea-
con Smiths corn-feld. So we went
through the corn-feld and found their
track, for they had broken down the
corn just as If wagon had driven
through it. When we came to the fence
on the other side of the field we found
Harry on one side of the fence and the
dog on the other. Harry had tied the
dog rope round his waist, and couldn't
unite it again, and the dog had run
away with him. When they came to the
fence the dog had squeezed through a
bole that was too small for Harry, and
wouldn't come back again. So they
were both caught in trap. How that
dog did pull! Harry was almost cut in
two. for the dog kept pulling at the rope
all the time with all his might.
When we got home Aunt Eliza said
that either she or that brute must leave,
and father gave the dog away to the
butcher. He was the most elegant dog
ever had, and 1 don't suppose / shall