The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1901-04-05
: CALAIS SHAM FUNERAL
By EVA BLANTlRE SIMPSON. :
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emigrate to New Zealand, but had re-
mained 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 a
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, rcgula
tions had been put in force not allowing
home dogs to land in the Australasian
colonies unless they underwent a quaran-
tine of deadly length and vigor. which
few survived.
John Gorrie, who had seen promising
scions of this piebald dog family go 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 a
gentle eyed, supple creature, as clever
shepherdess as ever drove the silly sheep
to market She had a 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 Gurrie, standing at the bows
of his good ship. burly, hard featured,
shrewd man, wore a gum 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 as he
treasured the pocketbook 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
befoolcd 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 myseP than gle her
AVA" He knew Calais heart would
break if he left her lie still had Il
muishly stubborn belief that somehow
he could land his dog. He had written
to Sandy Gorric the mail before he sail
ed telling him Gala and he were coming.
Sandy, he knew would meet him at the
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 'pittng doun." as he called killing the
fond dog which ga2ed on him with its
loving raised to his puzzled face cost
that stoica, hard featured man many a
sorrowful day, many a wakeful night 1t
was a cold September spring forenoon
when they arrived at the Rlrf, and the
new land had a 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 Gorrie, with the sulky
brevity of his native Fife
Good Gala-nice old lass" said the
purser, strollng her intelligent. long head.
at is a pity YOU brought her"
AYE" again answered Gorrie, looking
down into her paintive, bcseeching eyes,
for with her ready instinct she guessed
mischief was brewing.
Sandy Gorric 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 bv memories of home.
"She is real, like fathers 'pyat.' 1t is
an awfe peety. man. about her ana
mine that | called Magpie deed last
nicht. mind you; she was nigh II years"
said Sandy.
"Whaur did she dee?" said John eager
ly.
"At my sister-in-aw's over there. Mag
was getting that auld Mrs. Christie she
kept her when | was in the north and
last Sabbath she Just Law doun and
OWNED and deed"
"Whaur is the body?"
"Buried hy yon cabbage tree" said
Sandy, pointing to lone, shock headed
tree which stood as sentinel over rocky
bay and behind which rose smoke. telling
of homestead in the hollow.
"Man." said John earnestly. a light Of
hope cleaning in his deep set eyes.
'howk her I'M. and IN save my bonnie
Gala We dinna sail aforc the nieht.
and TN dae wi your Magpie MS the can.
tain did wi the sodgcrs. She'll be the