New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1888-08-22
NY Schnibe- Dog.

Dear reader, did you ever own a dogp
Well, I did, and this luminary example
of canine docility and tender solicitude
for the health of his master, is no more.
He succumbed to an attack of shot and
| powder, which after the dictates of his
masters uppermost thoughts at the
time of his pets decease, caused rent
measuring about a foot in length and
about as wide, in the glossy black coat
of Schnibes, as the beast was called.
Yes. dear reader, Schnibes had a
glossy, black coat once upon a time.
I've got it now, and as record the sad
tale of the demise of one of the noblest
creatures that ever hunted the cutters
of our beloved town for herrings and
old bones. l look upon my shining
gloves with a tear of repentance.
Schnibes, as the name implies, was
hunting dog, that is, had to hunt for
him on the fields, fer he sneaked away
into the tall grass and rested after the
days toll had about begun, and often /
called myself hoarse, sending forth in
loud, stentorian notes the word !:
Schnibes. Often would I geJa response
from my comrade in arms, who would
halo back that was a blamed fool in
thinking that Schnibes were on grain
field. where is he them I called,
thinking OF my poor forlorn pet, who
was probably pining for look on his
poor master and not OF the long-legged
bird. Once after mourning the
wrath of my hunting partner after an
episode like the above, I discovered
poor, dear, little Schnibes abouttwo feet
away, behind wheat-stack, where ne
was quietly basking in the sun. The
next minute he didn't bask, for he was
taking leap from the apex of my left
boot, which had raised him about ten
feet to windward.
But the liveliest time ever had with
Schnibes was a week prior to his death,
while out chicken shooting. He would
start off on q home run, and finally
stop dead short on his trail, casting an
inviting glance behind. [ followed up
as fast as my legs would carry, mental
ly calculating how many chickens there
might be in the coyey before me. ..Hie
on, Schnibes', / said. On he wen
with rush, and out started at the next
instant-a mud.pumper and gophers,
| never knew dog in all my life which
found more gophers than he, and [ had
IN mind to have sign made, attached
to his tail, which might be so construct
ed as to announce in black letters
whether Schnibes was pointing goph-
er or mud.pumper. I could however
never procure such a sign, and was
therefore always in doubt what my
Schnibes had before him. Finally one
day the faithful creature, which never
failed to come to me when in trouble,
rushed up to where I was directing 8
party OF young ladies on the right
road, and caused such tumult as I
have seldom witnessed. He jumped
up on me and then on the elderly ma.
tron in charge of the young damsels,
and proved to US conclusively that he
had been hunting skunk. This was
too much for me, and before the eyes
of the paling and terror-stricken maid
ems | seized my Zulu-gun and Schnibes
was sent to the home of his fathers.
So ended my beloved pet, which had
been hunted down by cruel fate, and
which was doomed to die an ignomini-
Gus death. Happily the tender looks
of blushing girls gazed on him in his
hour of need, sweetening his last mo-
ment on earth, as the sugar is sweet
ened by the addition Of sand by the
landladY Of my boarding house. /
sometimes think of Schnibes, for the
memory of his brave deeds haunts me
still. Peace to his canine remains.
Poor Schnibes, rest thou where the
gopher and the mud-pumper will ne'er
disturb thy grave!
moral. Dear reader never buy a
dog with glossy coat by the name Of
Schnibes.
Piles Plies, Itching Piles.