Brenham weekly banner. [volume] (Brenham, Tex.) 1877-1907, 1891-11-05

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always the same, shrug of the should
erfNklnd the remark: You don't know
the kind of man their owner is L
seemed that he lived alone with hi:
dogs, and people feared him so much
they dare not go to him to complain
or call in the provincial laws to helI
them.
TERRIBLE CHASE.
"a crisis came, when one day / tool
my sweetheart out for sleigh ride in g
low pung belonging to her father, tc
which was harnessed my own sure and
swift footed mare. 1t was lovely day
and we expected to make safe and
rapid descent of the mountain, a dis.
lance of ten or twelve miles. The all
was crisp and cold, the sleighing fine,
and we SKINNED up the ascent and
reached the landing before we knew we
had started. There we were met by the
dogs. I think it would have been less
difficult to have gotten nd OF pair OF
wolves. I dare not give my mare her
head going down that long, steep declivi-
ty on frozen snow, and the dogs, en-
boldened by the cold or maddened by
repeated lashings from my whip. jumped
at my companion and tore her cloak and
her dress in mouthfuls. 1 dubbed with
my whip and beat them on thehead, but
they did not even seem to feel my blows.
Their great black and yellow frames
quivered with ferocity. The4 hair on
their backs stood up like names; their
eyeballs cleaned red and angry, and the
noise they made was deafening and dis
tracing.
"'Ohr exclaimed, why haven't I a
pistol?'
"'Look in the box under the seat,
cried my companion, whose face was
blanched.
81 looked quickly, and found a rusty
double barreled horse pistol of a make of
forty years ago.
lis it loaded? I asked.
Eyes, but don't shoot If you do that
man will kill your
TWO SHOTS FIXED THEM.
81 remember thinking how like a
woman it was to tell me where TO find
the pistol and then ask me not to Shoot
Il laid the reins loose on the mares
back and away she went like the wind,
beyond my control now, and knew she
would never stop till she was mile be-
yond the level ground at the foot of the
hill.
IF the pung held together; if nothing
made the mare swerve from the direct
line; if, in fact-if Providence kept an
eye on Us, and the breeching didn't
break, we might escape breaking our
necks. l looked back and saw the dogs
gaining on Us, even at that mad gait
then l took aim and fred. BangI Bang!
There were two dark objects lying prone
on the snowy road, and as quick as she
could gather her feet under her my mare
stopped in her tracks. She was trained
to the use Of q gIE.
But my companion urged me to hur-
ry on, and we were soon down the in
cline and beyond the reach of recogni-
ton or pursuit, and strange to say no
one but our TWO selves ever knew who
killed those dogs. We heard the most
marvellous accounts of the slaughter, the
weapon varying from a Queen Anne
musket to cannon, but dead they were
as door nails, and their reign of terror
over. Imagine their owner did not care
to venture out to avenge their death. 1
drove boldly past the house every day,
but was never molested or even suspect
ed. But often heard their unknown
slayer praised and applauded for the
deed which rid the neighborhood of their
hateful presence. Detroit Free Press.