The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1884-03-20
Insomnia in Domestic Animals.

II lneTc De one lHlug dDOFe duOtller
that | revel in it is science have de-
voted much of my life to scientific re-
search, and though it hasn't made
much stir in the scientific world so far,
l am positive that when | am gone the
scientists of our day will miss me, and
the red-nosed theorist will come and
shed the scalding tear over my humble
tomb.
My attention was first attracted to in
somnia as the foe of the domestic ami
NAL, by the strange appearance of a ia
vorite dog named Lueretia Borgia. |
did not name this animal Lucretia Bor-
gia. He was named when | purchased
him. IN his eccentric and abnormal
thirst for blood he favored Lucretia,
but in sex he did not. got him part
ly because he loved children. The
owner said Lucretia Borgia was an ar
dent lover of children, and found that
he was. He seemed to love them best
in the spring of the year when they
were tender. He would have eaten up
favorite child of mine if the young
ster hadn't left a rubber ball in mis-
pocket which clogged the glottis of Lu-
cretia till | could get there and disen-
gage what was left of the child.
Lucretia soon after this began to be
restless. He would come to mr. case
ment and lift up his voice ard howl in
to the bosom of the silent night. At
first l thought he had found some one
in distress or wanted to get me out of
doors and save my life. l went ont
several nights in a weird costume that
| had made up of garments belonging
to different members of my family. |
dressed carefully in the dark and stole
out to kill the assassin referred to by
Lucretia, but he was not there. Then
the faithful animal would run up to me
and with almost human, pleading eyes,
bark and run away toward a distant
alley. | Immediately decided that
some one was suffering there. l had
read in books about the dogs that led
their masters away to the suffering and
saved people lives, so when Lucretia
came to me with his great, honest eyes
and took little mementoes out of the
calf of my leg and then galloped off
seven or eight blocks, | followed him
in the chill air of night and my Mosaic
clothes. | wandered away to where
the dog stopped behind a livery stable,
and there, lying in shuddering heap
on the frosty ground, lay the still,
white features of q soup bone that had
outlived its usefulness.
On the way back | met physician
who had been up town to swear in an
American citizen who would vote twen-
ty-one years later if he lived. The
physician stopped me and was going to
take me to the Home of the Friendless
when he discovered who | was.
You wrap a tall man, with William
II. Seward nose, in a flannel robe, cut
plain, and then put a plug hat and
sealskin sacque and Arctic overshoes
on him and put him out in the street,
under the gaslight, with his trim, pur-
pie ankles just revealing themselves as
he madly gallops after hydrophobia
infested dog, and it is not after all, sur
prising that peoples curiosity should
be little bit excited.
After had introduced myself to the
physician and asked him for cigar,
explaining that | could not find any in
the clothes had on, asked him about
Lucretia Borgia. | told the doctor
how Lucretia seemed restless nights
and nervous and irritable days, and
now ne SGeLlcu 10 De almost mental
wreck, and asked him what the troub-
lie was.
He said it was undoubtedly ''insom-
nia.' He said that it was bad case
of it, too. told him | thought so my
self. | said | didn't mind the insomnia
that Lucretia had so much as | Id my
own. was getting more insomnia on
my hands than | could use.
He gave me something TO administer
to Lucretia. He said | must put it in a
link of sausage and leave the sausage
where it would appear that L didn't
want the dog to get it, and then Lucre-
tia would eat it greedily.
| did so. 1t worked well 50 far as
the administration of the remedy was
concerned, but it was fatal to my little,
high-strung, yearnful dog. 1t must
have contained something of a delete
rious character, for the next morning a
coarse man took Lucretia Borgia ~ the
tail and laid him where the violets
blow. Malignant insomnia is fast be-
coming the great foe to the modern
American dog.-BU NYe.
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