Douglas Island news., 1905-02-08

Ha! hal lis rare! Jest! pun Hen's fire? 'Tis Carlo, murdered, dead! Stout hunger does make me weak of head
 Yes. Only poor, dumb brute were you When in life. Carlo; Now you are as much as tombed king or
 monumented magn0te: Ay, lump of meat, and bones, and hair. But you were my chosen integral friend Unseishly loving, unHinchingly faithful. was your god, the only deity you knew To worship, fear, and obey. And now am your inhuman destroyer, And you are my material savior! Oh, the mockery of it. damn the cruel
 necessity fort.
 .. Necessity for it? Yes, Made so by want thro' bluudering bull; Had I taken the Valdez mail-route trail Fortitude would not now be full, But We instead. Alas! alas! FiendS and furies! was that a scream? Belize the wind is even touched At sight so cruel, and deed so mean,
 Ay! We'll do I remember The long, weary mushes we made together Just you and Carlo; And right we'll did you your part. How we suffered and shared together, Not seeming dog and master. but incorpor-
 ated partners How your face would light and your tail
 would waG At mere glance of approval; How woefully downcast at word of reproof.
 -. And now you are dead! Butchered by the hands you fain would lick Fen now had you the power!- Sacrificed to selfish lust of life by the god
 you trusted! Killed for Ghoulish grub by your ghoulish
 partner! Slaughtered by your master to appease his
 savage hunger! Oh the pity oft; Oh the curst atrocity of it. What reward. my comrade.
 .. Well, some day l. too shall be as you are now, Carlo: Mere meat, and bones and hair.- Ay after life's weary mush is OCT Our ultimate destiny is the same You food for your master, your master grub
 for worms HarlIen What sound is that? Tis but the frost creeping OCT the flat.
 e. But have life Beyond this mortal life Carlo Humph! ponder if 'tis true. If so 'tis true, why not for you? Yes why
 not for you? And if for you then have but advanced you To the happy prospect lands? The thought is comforting 'Tis well; 'tis
 we'll Ha! If well for you why not for me? Yes, why not for me? Tut! tut! tut! My wits do wander Self-deStruction is foul self-dishonor.-
 That sound again? 'Tis the moan of the creek in the canyon.
 =. Poor. poor martyrd Carlo! Yes! shall miss you, my noble friend; And that mourn your uncouth end These unmanly tears bear witness. I-you- Hell! do but whine like founding pup! A craven am, with craven ill-luck. Now am indeed. impoy'rished, now am l
 utterly desolate; Alone in the infinite solitude, alone with my
 startling faith Heavens! What blaze O light is yon? 'Tis the northern lights in the northern sky, My nerves are strangely wrong.
 . Ugh! What does this mean? This fearful leaping of the heart, this fear
 some awe of brain? Some shastly gloom of strange import is .
 stealing through my frame; I seem to cringe like servile serf, my man.
 hoods drunk with dread How now? voice. I hear
 voice! 'Tis ringing through my head! What says it? Listen! |. Carlo, rejoice For this your blood was shed: {" ITS NOW DEcBEED, A DOGS LIFE LEAD ALL SrUsHERs IN ALASKA WHO MALTREAT, KILL, OR sTARvE DOG DOGS LIFE LIVE THAT MASTER"
 .. My God! I know it, know it now: I'm doomed, I'm damned, deranged! I live and leap through Carlos meat His race must be reyenged. On earth must dogs life lead, and serve
 my master-GOLD! His lashes must meeEly bear, and humbly
 beg and lawn. I know it now know it now, Mush on, damned whelp, mush on!
 By c. c. w., in Valdez News. Nick Burley has lost another home championship belt and is in jail at TN-