The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1898-08-03

Il understand. master, > and krcln
bambuli lay down, resting his head c;i
his outstre,cbed forcpaws and gaZed at
his master.
If the cursed animal had only not
looked at him, there would have been q
quick ending that would have saved
himself and the dog much sorrow, but
it could not be. One doesn't shoot q
creature that looks at one i'll that man
ner Herr Hopp muttered numberless
curses between his teeth, each one moro
blasphemous than the last. and hanging
his gun over his shoulder once more, he
went off, taking with him the two
young rabbits from tho poacher.
The dog followed him with his eyes
until he had disappeared through the
trees; then he rose and his howl, pene-
trating to the very marrow, echoed
throughout the forest He turned round
in circle several times and then SAT
down beside the dead When night was
sinking, he was found there by the Ju-
dicial commission, which, led by Hopp,
off. Kram mbambu!i shrank back a step
or two when they came near. One Of
them said to the ranger:
''There's your dog. :"
81 left him here on guard, answered
Hopp, who was ashamed to tell the
truth. But what good did it do? The
truth came out, for, when the body was
placed on the wagon and carried away,
Kram bambuli trotted behind, his head
hanging and his tail between his legs.
The next day the constable saw him
creeping around the room in which the
yellow One lay. He gave him a kick
and told him to so home. Krambaln-
bull showed his teeth, but ran away, as
the man thought, in the direction of the
hunters house. He did not go there,
however, but led miserable vagabond
life
Grown savage and thin as skeleton,
he crept one time up to the poor dwell
ing Of a cottager at the end of the vii
lage. He sprang suddenly upon a child
who stood in front Of the last hut, and
seized greedily piece Of bread that it
was eating The child stood still from
fear, but a little Spitz ran out of the
house and barked at the robher, who at
once let fall his booty and ran. The
same evening, before going TO bed, Hopp
stood at the window looking out into
the bright summer night He thought
he saw the dog sitting at the edge Of the
wood on the other side of the meadow,
looking fxedly and lcrsingly at the
spot Of his past happiness-the t-uest of
the true, al outlaw!
The hunter closed the shutter and
went to bed, but after awhile he rose
and went to the window again. The dog
was no longer there. Once more he
wanted to go back to bed, but he could
not rest He could stand it no longer.
Let it be as it might, he could not do
without the dog. ''I'll bring him
home, - he thought, and felt new man
after this decision.
He was dressed at the first break of
day, told his wife not to wait breakfast
for him, and hurried off. AS he estepped
out Of the house his foot hit against the
one he was about to seek afar off. Kram>
bambui lay dead before him, his head
pressed to the threshold which he no
longer dared pass.
The district ranger never got over
his loss. His brightest moments were
those in which he forgot that the dog
was no more. Sunk III happy thoughts
he void hum his famous, What is
my krambanl-"' but stopping in the
middle of the word, he would shake his
head ard, signing deeply, would say:
"It's pity abou5 the dog From
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