Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1895-06-20

close behind.
rs 1t fox hole thou wouldst show
me? Or only o squirrels? Oh, 1t 10
the lazy shepherd. Awake. Pedro"
said the priest. reaching down to
shake the PROSTATE form, but he
started back, for 1t was not that OF .
sleeping man. but dead one.
How Is thlsS" cried Father Gas
pard, in distress. Pedro dead and
of what ailmentf"
He turned the body over. Thou
hast lain here many days, my poor
Pedro. Already the fog and sun have
rotted thy garments and disfgured
thy face. Thou art offensive and
must be buried. And who has
guarded the fiock?"
He looked at the dog, who wagged
his tail.
Thou, Domingol by thyselff
Truly, thou art noble fellow, and
shalt have thy reward. The man
must be buried, at least temper
arily."
Father Gaspard scanned the valley
in all directions. No one was to be
seen; no traveller or vaquero that
could be called to help.
He went back to the hut and
opened the door. 1t was in good
order, showing that the shepherd
had not lain there sick. Looking
around he found small spade, and
took blanket, which was folded on
q pile of dry grass, to wrap the body
in. Then he went back to the dead
man.
1t was no easy task to dig the
grave alone and get the body in it.
but he went bravely to work, and
cheered by an occasional visit from
the dog, by the time the first har-
binger of the fog-in the form OF
fieecy mist-floated ovsr the sand
dunes, it was accomplished.
Father Gaspard Went back to the
hut. worn and weary, indeed, and
cooked some frijoles, and found
some meal, of which he make cake
and baked it in the ashes of his fire.
He offered some to the dog, who only
shifted at it and would not eat. The
priest, seated at the door Of the hut,
saw Domingo round up the sheep
and head them toward the corral.
There were many hundreds, and he
drove them carefully and without
haste safely inside, all bat one lag
gard, half grown lamb, which came
bleating and running to join the
others.
The dog stood at the entrance of
the Enclosure, but instead of letting
the lamb pass he sprang at his
throat and bore it to the ground, lap
ping eagerly the warm blood that
flowed from the lacerated would. AS
soon as 1T ceased its struggles he tore
the flesh from it's bones and ate raw
enously.
Father Gaspard was angry, and
shouting to the dog tried to drive
him from the lamb, but Domingo
growled and would not obey.
Having finished the meal, he
dragged the body away from the
corral and began to dig hole. When
he considered it deep enough he
pushed the lamb in, but dragged it
out again and dug the hole a little
wider. In the lamb was flung again
out once more and turned around.
Then, apparently satisfied, he pushed
it in and covered it up, showing the
earth over it with his nose. Then
he went to the gate of the corral,
selected place to rest, licked his
paws, turned around and around sew
eral times, lay down, and rolling him
self up went to sleep,
Father Gaspard watched this wan
tonness on the part of the dog with
great Distress then. too weary to set
up longer, he entered the hut, and on
the shepherds bed Of grasses slept
the sleep of fatigue and innocence.
In the morning he was awakened
by the barks of the dog and the
tramp of the sheep as they were
driven out to Craze. After eating
the remains of the beans and meal
cake he sat on the bench and won
dered what was best to do. Should
he remain there and guard the flock
from the dog, and await someone 9
coming, to send word so Don Manuel,
or should he hasten himself to the
ranch and have a shepherd sent
with other dogs. :,
He felt q cold nose on his hand
and looking down saw Domingo
wagging a cheerful good morning.
Father Gaspard pushed him aside
and said
Away Domingo, thou art no more a
friend of mine. Thou art an unfaith-
full servant; even now thy jowls are
red with the blood Of that innocent
lamb. No wonder thou disdained the
frijoles / offered thee for thy supper,
thou hadst something better in store.
Thou shalt be dealt with according
to thy crime. will tell Don Manuel
Of thy treachery and thou shalt be
shot, an ignominious death for a
dog. Or If thou shouldst escape, as
/ have no rope to tie thee, thou shalt
drag out q miserable life in the
mountains, like the thievish coyote,
and like him be hated and hunted
1t is true saying that once shep-
herd dog tastes the blood Of sheep
he is never more to be trusted. 1t is
worse than the thirst Of men for
wine"
Domingo sat on his launches be-
fore the priest and listened to this
TRADE, his head on one side, his eyes
fixed on those of his denunciator,
and his tongue lolling out Of his
mouth. except when the priest
paused, then he drew it in and swal-
/ lowad His sharn cara atood nm and