The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1894-01-11
THE DOG NEVER FORCETS,
Curious Result of an Adventure with the
Apaches In New Mexico.

The pets of Harry Delgar's ranch at
this place have been few in NUN Der,
but of rare quality, says Joseph On.
NJ. correspondent Of the n. Y. sun.
There is only one here now. an ared
little black dog, who is so fat he does
not care to romp with the children OK
cept during cool evenings. and SO old
that his hair, that WAS once black. is
now turning gray. This dog is re-
markable in only one respect. When
he wants drink, or when water or
milk is placed for him TO drink. he
goes to it with pace so slow that il
takes him from fifteen to thirty min
utes to travel across a common coun-
try kitchen. When he sees the water
he turns toward it, and then with 4
deliberation that is astonishing 10 q
stranger and very pitilul to one who
knows the story, lifts one foot care
fully in the air. and after look around
as slowly and carefully puts ii down q
slight distance in advance. Then an
other foot is put forward in like man
ner, the whole bearing of the little fci-
low throughout his journey being that
of hunted beast in abiect terror o.
its life.
Something like ten years ago, when
Victoria and his savage band were
raiding the white settlers in southern
New Mexico, this dog was q frisIo
youngster, the property OF Geargc
Doyle, a prospector who was develop
ing prospect near the mining cam
of Coonsy. While Doyle labored on
his claim, that WAS up in gulch some
little distance from the camp, Victoria
surrounded the camp, stretching "a
line of pickets between Boyle's claim
and the settlement. Victoria did moi
know that Doyle was up the gulch, and
that was lucky circumstance for
Doyle. Neither did Doyle know of
Victoria's presence for some time. but
along toward night he learned that
trouble had come by hearing the shots
fired in the fighting.
When Doyle learned the true state
of affairs his food was gone and his
water canteen was empty. In all di-
rections save one desert land stretch
ed away for many miles. and it was a
desert with which DOYLE was unfamil-
lar. The one direction in which food
and water could be found was along
the short trail that led down into the
small but well-watered valley where
Cooney lay, bVt where, too, Victoria
and host of savages had surrounded
she whites.
Crouching in his prospect hole with
his dog beside him, Doyle considered
the matter until darkness came. and
then determined TO try to work his
way through the Indian pickets into
Cooney, where his friends were. For
tune favored him and when daylight
came he found himself in thick
clump of willows a few rods from the
creek and fairly safe from observation.
He would, indeed, have felt secure but
for the dog. 1t was a lively, restless
beast, and Doyle was in constant ter
ror lest its movements or an unex-
pected yelp betray him. He was at
the point of cutting its throat on sew
eral occasions during the day. but re-
Trained from feeling he should show
the beast the mercy he could not OBJ
tain should he fall into the hands Of
the sayages.
Meantime, tho man as we'll as the
dog had suffered terribly from thirst,
for it is an arid as well as hot region,
but Doyle scarce dared move even his
hands while daylight lasted. And
then, just as evening was coming on,
two big Apache boys chased deer so
close to that clump of willows that
Doyle could see them between him
and the stream, while their yells
seemed to ring in the air long after
they were gone and all such sounds
had ceased. The scare that Doyle got
by their advent was 50 great that in
spite of his torment he lay still all
that night with his dog beside him.
Just how he cot through the next
day with its heat and thirst Doyle
does not know. Nor can he explain
how it happened that the 'og remain
ed quietly by his side. He guesses.
however, that he was deliriOus most
Of the day. and that the dog STAYED |
with him because it was its nature to !
stay with friend in trouble. But !
when night came, and its GOODNESS had |
revived him, DOYLE could |
endure the thirst no longer. 1t was
better to get one good drink. he
thought, and then risk torture at the |
hands of the Apaches than to die Of |
The torture he then suffered. There |
upon, when the stars showed that mid !
hight had passed, Doyle and the dog |
started for the stream whose ripping |
lad for more than two DAYS sounded |
n their ears as the music of heaven |
night sound to souls IN perdtion.
With the utmost deliberations and |
hop nd
aised a hand. looked cautiously
round, and eventually put it down a
little way in advance. Then his other
land was put forward, after which one
nee was as slowly brought up. In
lis mouth he carried his knife to stab
he dog to death did it make an incau-
ious movement, but the faithful ami
nal, keeping always at his side, adj
anceda paw only as DOYLE moved
onward limb, looking around the
While with the same anxiety that was
Manifested in lis master.
Doyle says that through caution he
Ook more than an hour to cover two |
T three rods, but at last he dipped |
is face In the stream and found re-
eff.
With his thirst satisfied DoyIa re-
aimed his nerve, and by bold move
,ents just before day break succeeded
j reaching his friends. Victoria was
ventually driven away, and Cooney
rospered, as did Doyle. The advent
re IN the mind of the man became
imply tale of frontier life. to be re-
tied when such tales were telling.
ut the dog never forgot the caution
e exercised that night, and, incredi-
lie as it may seem, he never even
rosses three feet of Delgar's kitchen
oor for drink without going through |
le Sc me motions.