The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1901-04-05
: CALAIS SHAM FUNERAL
By EVA BLANTIRE SIMPSON.

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John Gorrie had long determined to
emigrate to New Zealand, but had re-
NAMED in his native county of Fife as
long as his mother was alive. When she
was laid TO rest in Cults kirkyard, he
and his dog sailed for the strong New
England of the southern pole" His
brothers had preceded him some years
before, and each had taken with him Il
collie from the old homestead. black and
white dogs, rather small in size, but wis
er than most. Since their departure, for
fear of importing hydrophobia, regula-
tons had been put in force not allowing
home dogs to land in the Australasian
colonies unless they underwent quaran-
tine of deadly length and vigor which
few survived.
John Gorrie, who had seen promising
scions of this piebad dog family 90 with
his brothers, rejected the warning that
his Gala would not be allowed to land.
He paid his dogs passage, stubbornly de-
termined that his slim four footed friend
should also herd the tlocks on the virgin
lawns of brighter Britain. Gala was
gentle eyed, supple creature, as clever
shepherdess as ever drove the silly sheep
to market. She had sorry time of it
during the passage, for the cramped
space and steamboat laws i'll suited one
whose 1.-THE limbs could carry her untir-
ingly. John Gorrie, standing at the bows
of his good ship, Il burly, hard featured,
shrewd man, Wore a glum look on his
stern face as he wondered how his good
collie was to be landed. The very idea of
killing his valuable and constant compan-
ion made the heart of this big man very
sore. He treasured that meek, wiStful
faced black and white dog as much rs he
treasured the pocketbool which contain
ed all his worldly wealth.
He met with nothing but Jobs com
forters on board. The captain one day
on inspection paused to say to him brief
ly, Il wonder a canny Scot like you was
befooIcd into paying that collie'S pas
sage" The carpenter offered to take Gala
back to England, but John replied, I'D
rather pit her doun myself than gle her
AVA" He knew Calais heart would
break if he left her. He still had a
mulishly stubborn belief that somehow
he could land his dog. He had written
to Sandy Gorrie the mail before he sail
ed telling him Gala and he were coming.
Sandy, he knew, would meet him at the
Bluff (where the steamer first touched.
and he hoped their two Scotch heads
would have wits enough in them to devise
some plan to evade the law and save his
white breasted Gala before he was forced
to disembark at Dunedin. The thought
of "pitting doun," as he called killing the
fond dog which gazed on him with its
loving raised to his puzzled face, cost
that stoical, hard featured man many a
sorrowful day, many a wakcfu night. 1t
was cold September spring forenoon
when they arrived at the BlT, and the
new land had grim air about it which
John said truly minded him of hame."
The steamer had to wait a day there.
"You must declare poor little Gala"
said the purser to Gorric. 81 don't think
she can even get a chance of being quar-,
antined, for they have an extra panic on
about home dogs Just now"
aye" answered Gorre with the sulky
brcvity of his native Fife
Good Gala-nice old lass" said the
purser, stroIiing her intelligent, long head.
at is a pity you brought her"
AYE" again answered Gorrie, looking
down into her paintive, beseeching eyes,
for with her ready instinct she guessed
mischief was brewing
Sandy Gorrie came on board to meet
his brother John, and as they stood talk
ing together the New Zealand farmer
praised Gala, for she was endeared to
him also by memories of home
''She is real, like fathers pyat' 1t is
ol b.,, ot,.I
mine that | called Maggie deed last
NIGHT, mind you; she was nigh II years"
said Sandy
"Whaur did she dce?" said John eager.
ly.
"At my sister-n-law's over there. Mag
was getting that aud Mrs. Christie she
kept her when | was in the north, and
last Sabbath she just lay doun and
OWNED and deed"
'Whaur is the body"
"Buried by yon cabbage tree" said
Sandy, pointing to a lone, shock headed
tree which stood as sentinel over a rocky
bay and behind which rose smoke, telling
of a homestead in the hollow.
"Man." said John earnestly, light of
hope cleaning in his deep set eyes
"howk her up, and III save my bonnie
Gala. We dinna sail afore the nieht
and I'll dae wi your Maggie rs the cap
tain did wi the sodgcrs She'll he the
example. no my Gala. | went to a
reading ut Ladybank, last Martimas it
would be, and the mceniStcr, no ours,
but anithcr, he tcllt about three sodgcrs
that were DOT late frae camp when that
Duke Of Wellington was fctchngin Spain.
Woel, the duke he said they were to
hang for it, hut so mony guild men were
killed the captain he was lathe to sacri
fee three strong chaps, but the duke
said for an example to the ithers it
maun be- The captain he was a clever
yum. He sent off the three men to auither
part of our army, and he takes three
dcid men and hangs them on a tree. The
morrow's morn when the general gacd
by he saw three dcid men. and his
godgers saw three dcid men, and they
were a. fair contcnted, for the dcid men
who were no use mair they made as
good an example as If they'd done away
wi the three live lads
John Gorrie brislcd into sudden alac
rity. He went ashore. Gala was tied
IN on deck. troubled dog looking with
anxious eyes after his masters recedinS
figure.
what about the dog that has been
decared?" asked the customs officer.