Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1905-01-16
STIRRED UP ALL THE NATIVES
ANTICS OF A PET DOG AT
CAMP PAROLE.
Thought He Was Mad And The
Huttling City Is Now
Closed Up.

A supposedly rabid dog, running
amuck through the colored section of
Camp Parole, created more consterna-
tion and excitement last week than
would be by an aerolyte plumping it.
self into the bosom of Mother Earth at
that point. Had 1T been the last call
to unregenerate sinners who had let
slip by their last day of grace or the
offer to sell gold dollars for one cent
interest could have been no greater.
Interest was on the qui vive and
stood ON the tip-toe of expectancy TO
see what next was to happen. No
one was bitten, but a round dozen of
mongrle ours were forced TO yield up
their moon -defying voices as penalty
for coming into contact with the teeth
of the supposedly infected canine.
That the dog was not afflicted with
the rabies there is no doubt, as many
of the indications of hydrophobia
were lacking. AS no analysis was
made of the corpuscles which plowed
with feverish haste through his arterial
system the much. mooted question will
never be settled.
The dog, a pedigreed, blue-ribboned
and we'll marked ght-legged
beagle with Tennessee hound con-
sangninity had been sequestered in q
we'll fitted kennel? but three jumps
and an eighth of mile from the
bustling town of Camp Parole itself.
1t had not been pampered with high
living and ON the day it first began its
strange antics had been treated with
reckless disregard of it's internal organ
ism, to a real meal. The surprise was
fatal. The canine lay down, and be-
cause its ribs did not come into con-
tact and forceful collision with its
damask bed, it was frightened into a
conniption fit. With leap and a
bound he was up and away. searching
his soul for sounds to tell how
''scant' he was.
He passed Camp Parole like the
fag end of a retreating army which
climbs over everything to get away.
He made hole in the air into which
chickens, small children and other por-
table articles we're sucked for ten min
utes as are the leaves by the passage
Of Slaughter's old line express. He
must have hit the other side of the
world and bounded back for hewas soon
present. He tackled three dogs at one
time and put them to rout, then upset
a small express wagon in which was
seated a future Booker Washington.
Pandemonium broke loose and so did
a number of unsophisticated dogs of
various sizes and extent of lineage.
The latter were disposed of In short
order and retired to the rear of theiI
domioile, when they were later given
their quietus by their owners who
feared hydrophobia. The dog contin
ued to oscillate between his erstwhile
home and Camp Parole and rechochet.
ted from point to point like falling
object passing the center of attraction
of grayitation and coming back for
another look. Each time he removed
cuticle.from another dog and each in
turn was prepared for that place
which is said to be held in readiness
for good dogs. Children were pulled
into the house, doors were locked and
barred and from the upstairs windows
looked forth the startled populace.
No one cared to venture forth and
the parents of the white children,
who lived some distance from. the
scene of activity, kept them home
from school. Miss Barber, who pre-
sides over the destinies of the school,
had but few of her generally large
class of searchers after knowledge
Twice was the dog tied up and the
same number of times did he manage
to separate himself from the restrain
ing bonds. Once he was locked in a
shed, but again made his escape to
stir up the CONSERVATION which had
somewhat subsidized.
At last a quartette militant, vigi-
lants of the old school, with quaking
knees and trembling hands rallied
forth to do or be tdoed. Headed by
Jim Chambers, he of the measured
tread and mellifiuous voice, they went
forth. Guns and clubs they bore in
numbers great. At last they came
upon the dog. peacefully enjoying a
ham bone from which all the pot
"lieker'' had not been extracted.
Surprised at his feast, frightened at
the warlike quartette which did not
know whether to stand or run, he
growled defiance. Then he ambled
forward. The scattering shot from
four guns dropped him when he stood
spellbound and Camp Parole again
breathod,