The Portland daily press., 1893-10-26
What Captain Began Found in
Yesterdays Search.
WILD DOGS OF MASTIFF BREED
PREVENT A LANDING.

Young Stone is Missing and May Have
Been Lost in Landing on the Island or
Eaten by the Dogs After He Landed
An Armed Search Farty VIII XIII
the Dogs Today and Search the Island
A story suggesting possible fate
more reasonably to be expected in
Russia, than in Maine, comes from the
Islands, where it is almost expected, and
certainly feared, that boy has been
killed by savage and half starved dogs.
Last week, Mr.. Stone, a resident of
Green island, who had been sick for some
time, was removed to this city, where an
operation was performed. For some
hours there seemed to be every reason to
believe it success, and then he began
to grow worse, and died Sunday. The
fatal reasult had not been even looked
for, and his family were taken complete
ly by surprise.
Saturday afternoon his son John, a
boy of thirteen OF fourteen, left the
Island and started in sail boat for
Little Green island, where Mr.. Stone
owned land. His object is supposed to
have been the taking off of some property
left there. He did not return, and when
the news Of the death of his father was
received, had not returned. Such a
search as his family could make for
him was made, and Tuesday morning a
man came up from the island and asked
Captain d. L. Began, to go to Little
Green island, and try to find him. This
Capt. Began was unable to do, the storm
and the wind not admitting. The
thickest sort of thick fog was also over
everything, and the search would have
been worse than useless. Capt. Began
promised to go as soon as circumstances
would admit, and yesterday morning
started in the tug "A. Warren.
There was strong reason why the
friends of the lost boy should dread his
having actually made Little Green
island. 1t is not generally known, but
more than one island along the Maine
coast is inhabited by beasts dangerous
in their wild state to men. Little Green
island is populated with half starved and
at all times savage dogs, "wolf-dogs" as
some call them. There are various
traditions to account for their presence
there, but it is said that their original
number was four, but now there are
many more of them. They are cross
between the st. Bernard, and the mastiff,
and are monsters, large and gaunt,
savage to the last degree, and at this
time of the year half starved.
Yesterday Capt. Began left for the
island, and on arriving there found it
impossible to land. The sea was even
then running high, and it would have
been impossible for a boat to have passed
through the surf to the land, and had
young John Stone been on the island, he
could not have gone through it outward
to the boat.
Still Capt. Began resolved to find if he
was there, and SO sounded the whistle of
the tug, half expecting some reply.
The response was blood chilling yell
apparently from score of wolves, and in
an instant the pack of the "wolf dogs"
appeared, and lined the beach in front
of the tug. The dogs were evidently as
savage as they well could be, and more
than half starved at that. They were
ready for fight, and even made frantic
attempts to pass through the surf to the
boat Capt. Began sounded his whistle
over and over again, but no reply was
heard from the boy. In, fact there would
have, been. but little hope for him if he
had landed in the mist of the savage
creatures Capt. Began saw in front of his
tug. Capt. Began will not give 1t up, but
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