The Republican journal., 1903-11-26
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A Former Belfast Dog Takes Shore Leave
from the U. 8. S. Kearsarge and visits his
Puppyhood Home in Great Neck, L. I.
The New York Sunday Herald of
Nov. 10th had the following tale of'a
dog, embellished with bold headlines
The dog was formerly owned by Ben
Hazeltine and was given by him to
Lieut.. w. V. Pratt, U. S. N. When
here the dog was known Patsey, but
his name seems to have been abbreviat-
ed since he joined the navy. Here is the
Herald's story:
LosT-Near Sands st.. and Navy yard gate, on
Sunday, Irish Terrier; answers to name Pat;
wears small leather collar with owners name
and address Suitable reward i returned to W.
V. PRATT, U. s. S. Kearsarge, Navy YARD.
This advertisement tells the story of
Pat, dog that became homesick. Ever
since the battle ship Kearsarge moored
at the New York Navy Yard vague
memories of younger days have bonn
barded the sentimental spots In Pat,
which is an Irish terrier and the proper
ty of Lieut.. W. V. Pratt, US. n. Yes
after having made lonely fifty mile
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home of his puppyhood.
| Noteworthy as the motive of the ter
rier in penetrating Long Island was his
| journey. On Sunday, November 1, he
disappeared from the battleship. For
several days he seemed in sentiment
tai mood. He>liked to lie in the grass
under tree at the yard and 'babble''
to himself. Outside the trolley whirled
| by. Miles of houses blotted out all sign
of the farms of his puppyhood.
Not dog in thousand would know
how to navigate through the maze to
Great Neck, L. l. But Pat, with the
, memories of greensward strong in him,
took aboard a full meal of sea rations
and shaped his course to that dear Great
Neck, his birthplace. Four days he
! journeyed before he hailed his fort.
Bulldogs, great Danes and other land
lubbers chased little Pat; but he held
to his course, cheered by memories Of
the many chickens he had taken by the
board in his birthplace, though neither
train nor wagon would give him lift
The sea dog had to "hoof it," He slept
in barns and shanties and he ate things
that never had been dreamed of in his
philosophy.
To make matters worse, when one
night, in Oyster Bay, Pat asked the
way to Great Neck the native ours
chased the sea dog out of the village.
Nor did they abandon him until he had
tackled and went bout ship like yacht
for two miles.
Meantime the Kearsarge's crew
searched the city for Pat and his own
er repeatedly advertised for him.
On the morning of the fifth day ma
tives of Great Neck saw disreputable
looking dog, presumably the remains
of a terrier, sitting on hill overlook
ing the village and barking joyously.
AS the old church steeple, the winding
street, the green and other old, familiar
objects came in view i'll the town the
dog actually beloved.
Down in that dear Great Neck Pat
found his old master in the old home
stead. 1t is question which was the
more pleased at the meeting. "Where
in earth did you come from? How in
the name of great crops did you get
here?" These and similar questions
Pat was called upon to answer as he
gobbled up the farm breakfast food.
The answer came to the natives in
! the advertisement, and Pat, who had
visited his old home like hobo, went
home in dog Pullman.
The children were playing funeral, and
four ear-old Johnnie was chosen as the
one to be buried. He was placed in ham
mock and taken to the supposed grave on
the childrens shoulders. Grouped about
| the spot. the children began to sing. john
ME joined in Justify.
''Stop'" said Mary; 'you must not sing.
You are dead
'Oh, no. was Johnnie's answer, "!'m an
angel up in heaven. "-Lippncott's Maya
! zine.