The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1904-07-03
bridge crosses the stream and, beyond.
4 the Murk Multi Pass erawls UP the

Il AT the head OF tho Rass. before IL
debouches on to those lonely shccp-walks
low, shnddcrihg with gloomy posslbli-
i ties, aptly called the Dcvila Bowl. IN
Its centre the Lone Tarn, weirdly stg.
gestive pool, liftsaits still face TO the
Y sky. III WAS beside that black, froze,,
1 water, across whose cold surface the
4 storm was swlrling in white snow
Itwraitls, that, many. many years ago
]! mot in this century,. old Andrew Moore
l4cair1c Upon tho mother otathe Gray Dogs
Tor Tenmuir. M " Il VI q 5ll \ \ sS,
! In tho North. everyone who has heard
\ or the Muir Pike--and who has not?--l
Z has heard OF the Gray Dogs Of Ken
! muir; every one who has heard of the
\ Shepherds Tronhy--and who has not?--
! knows their fame. In that country of
4 good dogs and Jealous masters tho pride
\ OF place has long been hold unchallenged.
Y Whatever limo may claim To follow tho,
\ Gray Dogs always lead the van And
4 there la IN saying In the land. 41Faithfu'
MS the Moores and their ttykss.S !.
! On the top dresser to the right Of tho
I Fireplace In the Kitchen OF Kcnn,ulr
will find IA loose sheet--thc pedigree Of
the Gray Dogs; at the beginning, pasted
55Son the inside. an almost similar sheet,
u long since yellow with nge-tte family
register Of the Moorcs Of lKenmuir.
Running your eye down the loose leaf.
once, twice. and again It will be caught
4 by a small red cross beneath n name.
and under tho cross the one word Cup"
Lastly. opposite the name Of Rex son Of
Rally, arc two Of those proud, tell-taleg
= marks. The cup referred to Is the res
nowncd Dale Cup-C chan plon Challenge
\ Dale Cup, open to the world. Had Rex
! won AT but once again the Shepherds
r Trophy, which many men have lived to-
4 win, and died still striving after. would
y have come to rest forever In the little
gray hoilse below the Pike. l
tit was MOTTO be, however. Comparing
the two sheets, you read beneath the
Il dog name a date and n pathetic legend:
and on the other sheet. written in his
/ sons boyish hand, beneath the name OF
Andrew Moore the same date and the
same legend
" From that day James Moore. then but
! d hoy, was master OF Kenmuir.
/ So past Grip and Rex and Rally, and
4 q! hundred others. until at the foot Of
|! the page you come to that last 8:.ame---i
bob, son OF Battle.
Nj From the very first the young dog took
lto his work In n manner to amaze even
i James Moore. For a while he watched
4 his mother, Meg AT her buAness. and
/ with that seemed to have mastered tbs
| essentials OF sheep tactics.
| Rarely had such fiery. elan been seen
on the sides of the Pike; and With IT.
the young dog combined n strange sos
lbriety. nj, admirable patience, that JUS
tilted. Indeed the @eptthet OVID Silent
|. he worked. and resolute; and even In
those days had that famous trick Of
| coaxing the sheep to- do his wishes
( blending, In short. rs Tamnlas put IT.
lthe brains OF a man with tho. way of
a woman. ss ls8s
Parson Leggy. who was rcckoned tho
best judge Of a sheep or sheep-dos
l'twixt Tyne and Tweed. summed him mp
III the one word Genius" And James
Moore himself, cautious-uan, was moro
THAN pleased s.
! a personal pride In the Gray Dogs OF
| Knnmuir, began to nod sage heads when
"oor'' Bob was mentioned Jim Mason,
with the villagers as Parson Leggy's
with the gentry. reckoned he'd never
seen young I'm as so took his fancy.
! That winter 1t grew quite the recog-s
,snzed thing, when they had gathered OF.
a night round the fire in tho Sylvester
Arms. with rammas in the centre, old
Jonas Maddox on his right, Rob saunder.
son OF the Holt on the left. and tho
others radiatng away toward the Sides
for some one to begin with:
Wei, and what o. oor Bob. Mr.. Thorn
ton?'
To which Tammas would always make
reply: u,
yos bctter'n me.''-and would forthwith
plunge himself, into yarn.
And tho way In which,. as tho story
proceeded, Topper OF Swinsthwaite wink
cd at Ned Hoppin Of Fcllsgarth, and Long
kirby, the smith, poked Jem !, Burton, tns
10, In I'll n mr. SnSfnn
saId. "Ma word, lad" spoke more clio
qucntly thanhmany words.
ono man only never Joined in the chorus
of admiration. Sitting always alone n
the background, little NJ Adam would
listen with an incredulous grin on ms
snllow face. ~
dog It's no cannIc ava!'' lie would con-
tinually cxclaim. as Tammas told his
tale. M
In the Dnleand you rarely see q. STRAP
GERS face. " Wandering In the wild coun-
ftrv about the twin dales at the time Of
! this story. You might have met Parsons
Leggy, striding along with couple Of
,varmnt terriers at his heels. and young
Cyril Gilbraitf, whom he was teacn'ns
to tie flies and fear Cod beside him or
/ liz. Mason. postman by profession. poacf-s
| or by predllecton honest man and sports,
man BY nature. hurryng along with tho
mail bags on his shoulder, rabbit IN
! his pocket, and the faithful Betsy q yard
behind. Besides these you might have
Init upon quiet shepherd and g WISE
faced dog; Squire sylvester. going his
rounds upon sturdy cob; Or had you
been lucky. sweet Lady Eleanotr bent
upon some errand of mercy to ono OF the
many tenants.
1t was while the squirrels Indy was d rlY-
ing through tho village on VISIT TO IAN
mass SOLDERING grandson-lt was sho y, IL
~ after Billy Thornton's advent into the
world-that little Madam, standing ~
tho door OF the Sylvester Arms, Win
| twig in his mouth and a sheer ding from
Ills lips. made his eyer-memora p. 70 &C.
mark;
"sail!' he said, speaking in low, ear
nest voice, mTis muckle wumman,
.Note,-It was this visit which figured
/ In the cirammochtown Argus docal and
radical under the heading OF alleged
Wholesale Corruption by Tory Agents.
And that is why on the following market
! day. Herbert Trotter, journalist. erst,
while gentleman, and Secretary of the
| Dale Trials. found himself trying to
swim in the public horse-trougll. Il.
u,,,.,to 1x,hat he sayin' Inon?'' cried