Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-08-08
4 WOMAN'S COURAGE.
How Sho Disposed of Mad Dog Under
 Trying Circumstances.

How She Disposed of a Mad Dog Undor
 Trying Circumstances.
 There are very few men who can rise superior to the terrible fear excited by the appearance of a mad dog, says the Pitts burgh Dispatch. A doctor whose name Is one of the best known in Pittsburgh told me the other day of an experience that he had good many years ago.
 ''There had been many reports of mad dogs in the village in which I then lived, and there was certainty that at least one of the reports was true. It was blazing hot weather. Late one night or rather early one morning, l was called by a bare footed boy to hurry as fast as possible to the bedside of his brother, who lay sick with typhoid fever in a sort of shanty cot tage on the river bank 0 couple of miles away.
 "I got on my horse and rode rapidly over the quiet road. There was a little moon light. The sky was cloudy and the moon would be covered and disclosed again every minute. The silence was 0 little trying, and was glad when the low roof of the shanty for which was bound came in sight. But as 1t did SO my horse swerved so violently that was almost thrown from the saddle. Every hair on my head imme- diately stood on end. My horse had shied at a large dog which crossed the road run
  long iron chain. Iknew at once that the dog was mad. It had broken loose evidently from some house, and I thought that 1t looked like dog had seen at the shanty | to which 1 was going.
 II spurred my horse to gallop and l minute later sprang down at the door of Ihe shanty, where the sick boys mother stood ready to receive me. was nearly out of breath, but managed to say, as hurried | her inside the house: There's mad dog 1 about; you'd better shut the door, "As she turned to swing the door to there was 8 clanking sound and the dog my horse had shied at rushed through the doorway and into the room. It's tough story to 1 tell on one's self, but the truth is that when | heard the clink-clank of the mad dogs chain jumped on the table in the middle of the room. The sick boy lay upon a mattress spread upon the floor just by the threshold. The dog stood within a yard of me for 8 minute glaring about him. There was froth | on his muZzle and dust all over him. To my surprise he lay quietly down on the mat tress beside the sick boy. The woman had remained standing with her hand on the door-latch. She was dazed for moment, but only for moment. Suddenly she took two strides to the bed on the floor, caught up the iron dog-chain, and ther, with : l force that seemed superhuman, whirled the beast in the air and slung 1t as if it were 9 pebble through the open window. Her | strength was sufficient and her aim was | good, for there was rattling of the cham for second or two and then a prodigious splash told that the dog was in the Ohio, which flowed rapid and deep at this point but Q few yards from the house.
 II shall never forget how ashamed was l as got down from the table and looked l that plucky woman in the face Nor does my memory fail on other points about that nights adventure-tho gallop home and the haunting clank of the mad dogs chain. l l never saw that dog again, but he was not drowned. Some one shot it next day on the | .ra1O