The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-11-14
RUN DOWN BY BLooDHoUNDs.
Jack Long Faced Their Fury Rather
Than Return to Prison Horrors.
Elona the Nerp York sun

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From the Neio York sun
/ In the gray of morning, as people began
/ to move inside the stockade, an alarm was
raised that a prisoner had escaped. A
/ prisoner mesut a state convict-a man
/ overwOrked, underfed and trezt ted worse
/ than decent man treats his dog Life in
state prison IS ease and luxury compared
/ with life 10 a convict camp. Men go out of
| prison TO reform and hold up their heads
again among their fellow men. Men leave
| a convict camp wrecked in body and soul
degraded until they abhor themselves.
! "WhO is it!n
| big Jack Long"
''jet out the uogsln
Al, now we are to see a man-hunt with
| bioodhoundsl Man often hunts down man.
/ but there IS no nerceness in the pursuit, no
! longing for blood, 10 wild run acr SIS rough
! fields and through thick forests, Here the
! IuglClVe not only seeks liberty, but his life
Big Jack Long, who had been whipped
only the day befOre-who nad worked like
an OK when ell and treated worse than g
brute when ill-Who had years to serve and
had nothing TO hope foT-nad slipped his
cnains during the night and found a way
over the s.uckade. Two or three guards
sad they mad expected something Of the
Kind for several weeks; two Or three
Others hoped he had got far enough away to
give the dogs good run and arouse their
savage ire.
One-tnree-five Of them-reaI blood
hounds, which have tracked down many a
fugitive and wet their lips with his blood
and torn his gu verlng flesh with their
sharp fangs They know what is wanted
As they are led out they tug and strain and
grow with excitement. A guard brings out
the blanket from the bed on which big
Jack has slept 50 long, and the dogs tear 1t
to pieces III their growing impotence.
They have completed three-quarlers of a
circle around the stockade when they sud-
denly strike the scent. There is no holding
them now. Their impotence has turned to
fury.
The convict knew that bloodhounds
would take up his trail. He knew the
wonderful keenneSs of their scent, the
appalling persistency with which they
would follow on, their mad eagerness to
overtake and pull him down. His fight
was hope born of despair. He ran
straight away for half mile. Then he
doubled back across his trail, bent to the
right, bent TO the left, zigzagged like a
serpent making its progress He forced
his way through thickets he sped swiftly
through the piue woods, he crossed olearings
and leaped ravlnes and clambere up rocky
hlll5ldes. Once he found running brook
aud CRIED Thank Godp as he stepped into
the shallow water and felt that his trail
was hidden at last. But after Journey of
a few rods the creek lost itself amid such a
tangle of vines and bushes aad drift that he
had TO Chamber out again. He ran on and
on, taking but little heed of his route. but
feeling that each yard carried him nearer TO
liberty. de was miles away and still push
ing ahead when the east grew red with the
glory OF the coming sunrise.
"Ou! oul CUP
Big Jack Long stopped dead in his tracks
Had the mOurnful tones of a funeral bell
1 don hsa ~,
| he would have been astonished. Now ne
was appalled,. The dogs had been let loose
| On his trail. The bloodhound bays only
| when he has lost the scent for a moment or
when ne sights his quarry. Big Jack had
| staggered through a swamp, scarce needing
where his exhausted limbs were taking him,
| and the dogs we're at fault for a moment
| Did you ever see q bloodhound trailing a
mani His eyes do not look for footprints.
| his nose Is not seeking the scent of the earth
! Inc scent rises to him, even though the trail
/ be day old. He runs through it as if it
| were mist. No matter who has followed
! over that trail or how often it has been
crossed he can not be confused. Should the
| fugitive double back, the dog will run both
| trails at the same time. Should he circle,
the dog will cross the circle and pick up the
scent on the far side. Nothing but water
can battle him, and there must be miles of it
| make him give over the hunt.
| "Ou! Oul out"
The sounds have a note of triumph In
them. The dogs have found the scent again
| Big Jack can escape the fury of the beast
! by climbing a tree. After the dogs the
hunters, after the hunters the sto kade-a
| beating-further degradahons Good He
| draws himself up aud his eyes flash defiance
| He is going t. fight for his life. No. He is
going to die fighting Better to die at
! once than week by week and month by
! month. Better 20 die with d weapon in
his hand than with clanking chains on his
| limbs. He breaks a stout limb from a tree
| and sits down to recover his breath and sum
mon up all his courage. The morning sun
shine is pouring into the forest the ioy
| notes Of the birds reach his ears from every
| direction, his eyes CLEAN and his lips
compress ground squirrel playfully ap-
proaches and retreats, as if challenging
| him TO mirth,
Down there in the underbush something
moves! There is a rustling aud crashing.
| The dogs are here! AS they cry out in
chorus at sight of him he stands up and
takes firm grip Of his club OF what use
that mighty blow stretches one beast
dead at his feet3 That another breaks bonds
and another leaves him but two enemies
to conquer. He is weak and exhausted,
| and two are enough TO pull him down.
! Whom the mau-hunters ride up the dogs
have done their work and lie painting with
| their tongues touching the earth. Big Jack
| Long has made good his escape from the
| horrors of convict camp-tbat is he is
! lying dead among the fiends who have run
| him down.
TESTING the big Krupp guns is said to be re-
sponsiole for the cracking Of every brick and
iaNg,v H.,