The evening herald. [volume] (Shenandoah, Pa.) 1891-1966, 1893-03-23
BY JOHN BROWN, Nj D.

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is old, gray, and brindled, as big as
little Highland bull, and has the Shakes
perian dewlaps shaking as he goes.
The Chicken makes straight at him
and fastens on his throat To our as
Constituent the great creature does
nothing but stand still, hold himself
up, and roar-yes. roar long serious.
remonstrative roar. How is this? Bob
and | are up to them. He lis muzzled!
The bailios had proclaimed general
muzzling and his master, studying
strength and economy mainly. had
encompas5ed his huge jaws in a
home made arparatus, constructed
out of the leather of some ancient
breeching. His mouth was open
as far as it could his lips curled up in
rage-a sort of terrible grin; his teeth
cleaning, ready. from out the dark
ness; the strap across his mouth tense
as a bowstring his whole frame stiff
with indignation and surprise; his roar
asking us all round Did you ever see
! the like of this?n He looked statue
of anger and astonishmept, done in
! Aberdeen granite.
We soon had q crowd: the Chicken
held on. "A knife!" cried Bob: and
/ cobbler gave him his knife: YOU know
! the kind of knife, worn away obliquely
/ to a point, and always keen. l put its
edge to the tense leather; it ran before
it; and then.-one sudden jerk of that
enormous head, a sort of dirty mist
about his mouth, no noise, and the bright
and fierce little fellow is dropped limp
and dead. A solemn pause; this was
more than any of us had bargained for.
: ] turned tho little fellow over, and saw
he was quite dead; the msstif had
taken him by the small OF the back like
a rat, and broken it.
He looked down at his victim ap-
peased, ashamed, and amazed; snuffed
him all over, stared at him, and, talk
ing a sudden thought, turned round
and trotted off Bob took the dead dog
up, and said, John, well bury him
after tea.' "Yes, said 1, and was OF
after the mastilf He made up the
\ Cowgate at a rapid swing; he had for
gotten some engagement. He turned
up the CandlemalSer Row, and stopped
at the Harrow Inn.
There was carriers cart ready to
start, and a keen, thin, impatient,
black-a-vised little man, his hand at his
gray horses head, looking about
angrily for somsening.
"Eab. ye their said he, aiming
kick al my great friend, who drew
criuging up, and avoiding the heavy
shoe with more agility than dignity,
and watching his masters eye, slunl
dismayed under the cart-his ears dowr
and as much as he had of tail dow1
too.
What a man this must be-thought
to whom my tremendous hero turns
tall The carrier saw the muzzle hang
ing, cut and useless, from his neck
and ! eagerly told him the story, whicl
Bob and l always thought, and still
think, Homer, or King David or 81
Walter alone worthy to rehearse. Th
severe little man was mitigated, anC
condescended to say, "Rab, my man
puir Rabbie!'-whereupo the stuml
of a tail rose up, the ears were cooked
the eyes filed, and were comforted; tn
two friends We're reconciled. "Hupp.
and a stroke of the whip were given t.
Jess; and off went the three.
Bob and l buried the Game CHECKER
that night 1--WE had not much of tea
in the back-green of his house in Mel
vile Street, No. II, with considerable
gravity and silence; and being at tn
time in the Iliad, and like all boys
Iroians. we called him Heotar n