The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1896-12-25

lice arrived and some six coated
men scratched their heads as they
doubtfully looked on the drunken giant
at their feet and his fierce-eyed nimble
protector. Whenever they stepped
near, if even they touched James foot,
Dave leaped forward, swapping def
antly, fear and dread squirting on his
supple form to unusual quickness of
action. A sergeant and still more po-
lice arrived.
Get that man ava, sharp now, we
Gamma haze the traffic stopped for a
drunken drover," said their leader.
"Dinna harm the dog" the crowd
ordered.
Its a very we'll to talk, but we
cana get near the man for the doag
mind" said policeman No. to his
superior.
"Hoots man, is Princes street to be
blocked for bit collie? There is a
tramway can't get by for the folk.
Clear the road, some of you. You
daurna grip the doag, you say; draw
your batons on him then if you are
feared"
A sturdy line of blue-coated men,
batons in hand, faced the agonized
Davie, and Barlas slumbered peacefully,
unaware a faithful heart was beating
double quick time, all for fear hair
on his laundering head should be hurt.
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defeat of the "pollis." There was
something rather ludicrous at these
big, Stalwart men being kept at bay
by a rather understood slim collie, who
refused to be cajoled or terrified from
its post. The pathos of the scene had
struck as we'll as the humor of it..
They admired the frightened dog S
noble defense. its lealty to its insensi-
BILE, supplied master. Davies evident
terror yet his dignity in his tribulation,
and his pluck had won for him the
sympathy of the crowd and also of the
police. A warning roar of rage arose
when the baffied men unwillingly drew
their batons.
Il could gle him tap, no to kill him,
puir beastie, but jist TO put him down
for bit, but the folks will fly at US,
said the man who had watched Barlas
and his dog along Princes street.
TRICKED.
Like a good soldier he preferred to
have his wounds in front, but before he
declared war, thinking he and his mas
ter were to be parted for the last time,
he licked that masters face with a
pathetic tenderness. The gentle light
passed out of his eyes, and, with 1.-the
leap and a furious energy, he flew at
her majesty's blues. They warded off
his attack with consummate skill,
saved their uniforms from his teeth
and saved dealing the enemy they re-
spected a death blow. Painting and
growing, he fell back to his corner
beside Barlas' head.
Shame on you if you hit him. Dinna
kill him. 1t is no the Baillies dog
days noo,' yelled the crowd.
They sided with Davie. They threat
eningly negatived his death. He was
well supported, but the sergeant shook
his head ominously.
AYE" he said. They are fit to fly
on the men if we touch the beast, but,
you see, what can we do? What did
We say, cabman? Wen gle We yum
chance mair, puir doggie."
Dave, meanwhile, as the crowd
pressed nearer, crying, Put up the
batons. Let him be-" barked and bit
theoretically to keep a space round his
master clear.
There was silence. and the police
money was. Dave nerved himself for
another struggle and stood still, his
glowering eyes fixed on his first enemy,
who was swinging his baton and ready
to bounce on the shepherd suddenly,
While intent on watcnin- his adver-
sary. Dave heard q cheering yell arise
and found himself sorawling helpless,
breathless in the arms of II strong de-
fender of the peace. The raid they
had pretended to make once again was
but a blind. While Davie had stood
rigid, but ready for spring, cab
man, by the help of halter and q
stick had cleverly noosed him. When
luckless Dave had regained his breath.
he saw James being hoisted on to his
feet. and cut Of his pocket there rolled