Morning journal and courier., 1886-03-09

persons were to cross it. She will follow the track to it's end and if she does not find the man she will stop and return home.
 When convict escapes general alarm is sounded and the dogs are ready. They are taken to the place where the escaped convict was last seen. Crauswell mounts his fast horse and the dogs let loose. Each dog circles for track and begins to hunt. Eve ry one goes to work for the trail like as many human detectives. When the trail is found the dog who discovers it makes 8 sig nal and every other animal follows. Fannie and Fucker always take the lead from any other dog. Crauswen and horse follow at interesting 1t grows.
 Mr. Crauswell was asked of some of his most remarkable hunts for escaped convicts. John Wesley Du Bose was white convict sentenced for long term. He escaped from the prison at the slope February, 1883, and went to Clanton, ill Chiffon county. He had a start of five hours. He was run by the dogs until dark, when they were called in. The next morning he was followed to Clan ton. His trail was struck sixteen hours old and after he had taken the train from Bir- mingham. When the trail was struck it was followed three miles, and DuBose, with his wife, was found in the woods. He left his wife and ran on. The dogs gathered around him and he began to fire at them. When Crauswen came up DuBose swors he would not surrender and would never be taken alive. He was shot at and in the exchange his arm was broken. He was captured and taken back to prison.
 The next break of prisoners from the mines was May 2, 1884, when DuBose again escaped, with Charles Williams, Jeff Garner ard Ben Davis. DuBose did not go far; he discovered that the dogs were after him by their yells. He made circle of two miles and returned to the prison. He gave him self up to the guard and said: "There is no use trying to get away from those blood. hounds. I come back home." Ben Davis four miles and overtaken. The dogs began to circle for the trail of Charles Williams, which was soon secured and~ he was run fifteen miles. He tried every way to get the dogs off his trail, and he crawled through railroad culverts, over dirt roads, went around the farm houses and through fields. He would run back in his tracks, take wide circles and circuit several times. He got in the center of Five Mile creek and walked more than two miles in the water The dogs followed the trail through the wa ter and caught him. Crauswell called his dogs in and went back to the prison to take the track of Jeff Garner, who when he dis covered the dogs were on his trail, made circuit of five miles and returned to the prison.
 
 outlaw Renfroe escaped with three others. Crauswell said: 'At o'clock a. m. I was sent for to go to the shaft, distance of over two miles. The prisoners had gone three hours when I took the track, and they had taken the railroad for Birmingham. The dogs followed the trail to the city, through the main streets until the track branched off on the Alabama and Great Southern rail road, on which they went south several miles and then went to the mountains and divided. The dogs separated, which was an unusual thing to do. MT. Justice Collins, the manager of convicts at the mines, took one pack of them, and MT. J. G. Moore, the prison warden, took the other dogs. Moore caught his man after 8 seven-mile trail. Col lins and ran our man twenty hours before we caught him. We then returned to where we had divided on the mountain and the dogs caught the trail of the third man. He had twenty-six hours start of and we caught him. The dogs could never secure the track of Renfroe and do not believe he ever left Birmingham. It is very easy to catch man, even if he gets an eight-hour start. It is picnic for the dogs when he only gets from two to five hours start, and he had as we'll make a circle and come back to the prison, for the dogs never fail" The longest trail this man and his man hunters ever had was in March, 1884, when negro escaped from the shaft prison. He had gone forty miles and had been away
 
 to catch his scent after such time. The | negro took all astonishing run and went about ten miles through water. He was found at last on top of an old house on the mountain near Warrior river. He was half starved when captured.
 the characteristics of his dogs. 1T am con vinced," said he, ''beyond the shadow of a doubt that bloodhound has more than mere | instinct. I believe that they think and req son like human beings. I know that Fannie l and Bucker do. The dogs are docile in camps and very vicious a trail. Their sense follows the movements of men. There is no trouble to get them to take the track when they find it.
 "After a convict is captured the dogs re- turn satisfied and happy as if they had caught a rabbit. When they return to the prison they become perfectly docile; when called out again they grow very excited. The affection of the dogs for me is more like that of child to it's father than anything else can describe. I feed them myself and they have great confidence in me- l have five fine puppies four months old that have fur on them like sheep, which are now ready to track man to the depths of hell if he could travel there and as for hiding trail, it is an impossibility. l am raising them for sale and I guarantee them to find trail thirty six hours cold"
 Grants Last Review of Veterans. General Horace Porter is one of the best after-dinner speakers in the country. For years he has responded to the toast "The army and navy'' at the annual dinner of the New Englanders of New York. From his effort we quote the following:
 The final farewell which the representa- tives of the army took of their old chief formed a scene so memorable and so touch ing that it never will be effaced from the memories of those who participated in it or of those who viewed it.. It occurred upon last Decoration day. At the May meeting of the Grand army the veterans in this vii cinity who had served under him rose earlier than was their wont, spent more time than usual.in unfurling their old battle-fags and in furnishing their medals of honor which decorated their breasts. They seemed for time to forget even the pain of their old wounds, for they had resolved on that day to march by the house of their dying com mander and give him a final marching sa- lute. They knew that one year from that day there would be new-made grave to dec crate, one which their childrens children down through all the years would keep decked with the choicest of flowers. Out side of that house the street was filled with the sound of marching men and martial music. Inside that house the chief lay upon bed of anguish, the pallor of approaching death already beginning to overspread his features, for fell disease was doing the work which even the enemy's bullets had shrunk from The hand which had seized the sur rendered swords of countless thousands was scarcely able to return the pressure of friendly grasp. The voice which had cheered on to triumphant victory the legions of American manhood was no longer able to call for the cooling draught which slacked