The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-06-10

bic commotion in Mr. Johnson's kennels.
and bowls of distress from the mother,
and then as Mr.. johnson ran
out to see what was the
trouble he saw big, black look
ing animal that resembled dog mount the
fence and 60 Looping off through the woods.
When Mr.. johnson went to his kennels
there were no puppies there and the ground
was covered with blood and hair. The
strange animal had devoured all the little
hounds and had badly wounded the mother
dog, whose long ears were torn and bleed
ing. A few days afterward she went mad
and was killed. Mr.. Kimberly owned a
little black and tan terrier and fine setter.
Last Wednesday Miss Ada Kimberly,
Mr.. Kimberly's 1S-year>old daughter,
was walking through the house when
the terrier came running toward her and
jumped up almost into her face, swapping
at her as he jumped. She thought he was
playing and ordered him down. He jumped
up again and snapped at her as before, at
which the young lady kicked him over and
then retreated into the front porch. The
little dog followed ner, springing up at her
and swapping as he had done before, at
which she caught up a spllt-bottomed
chair and laid him out as dead as mack
ersl when he came at her again. Several
other dogs in the neighborhood have acted
very strangely and havo been killed.
Macon Telegraph: A certain lady in Ma
con is the owner of a magnificent mcoking
bird, which she raised from a big, hungry.
yellow-mouthed ball Of feathers TO a shapely
bird. Though accomplished in many ways
she is something Of a failure at whistling,
and the bird has been making attempts to
whistle that air which goes like this: Chip
pie, when you die will you loan me your
whiskersn The lady could not whistle
bar correctly, but she did the best she could,
and the result was the bird grew TO whistle
the air, with all the imperfections of its
fair mistress faithfully reproduced. The
other day an organ grinder come along,
and, among other places, stopped
In front Of this ladys house and proceeded
to grind out his music. Oae of the airs
with which the organ was loaded was this
tune about Chippie's corpse loaning its
whiskers. The bird heard the air correctly
for the first time and paused in the middle
of an imitation of cat bird to listen. You
could tell at a glance that something was
wrong. There was a difference In the song
of Chippie's whiskers that puzzled the
feathered songster, Probably satisfied that
he was right and the organ wrong, he
cooked his shapely head to one side
and in his shrillest way whistled the air
as he had been taught by the lady, as
much as to say to the organ man, "This
is the way to whistle it," But the organ
man paid no attention and repeated the
bar. Again did the bird whistle of the
whiskers of Chippie, and again did the
organ come back with the air uncorrected.
Then the proud bird ceased to sing, and
seeking a corner Of his cage hung his head
IN disgust The organ man moved along to
the next house, but not until distance shut
Off the stream of music did the bird resume
hs accustomed perch. Then, seeing no
organ man in sight, he turned loose food
of Chippie's whskers, and seemed TO feel
proud OF the fact that he alone could whis-
tie the air correctly.