Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1905-01-20
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BY JOSEF = e. Wing.


Utah. He was not pretty-dark with
tawny markings, small, too, for his
age, but his eyes were merry and had
In them a peculiar knowingness that
had never seen in dog-kind before,
nor since. I named him Pard and he
was truly most willing and effectual
partner of my joys and sorrows. The
canyon was lonely place. so far as
humankind went, though it was peo-
pied with all sorts of animals, some
that we chose and some that chose
us.
This little Pard puppy had the most
surprising courage l have ever seen
I In any animate thing. 1t was not cou-
pied with moroseness or i'll temper,
it was not displayed for his own graft
ication, but in obedience to my wish
es. He would not hesitate to attack
any living thing and the tempestuous
fury of his attack and rage would
bluff off almost anything so that he
won surprising victories. I do not
like useless dog-fghting, but when we
discovered his quality we would give
| him signal to attack other dogs, some
of them full grown and four times his
size and weight. 1t was astonishing
and amusing to see him launch him.
self with fierce impetuosity upon some
huge antagonist and / never knew 1T
to fail that the big dog would be so
overwhelmed with surprise, dismay
and wonder that he would give UP and
turn tail. l suppose he wondered
what sort of animal this was anyhow,
behaving so differently from what
might reasonably be expected of
puppy. Only with his brothers, all
bigger than himself, could he have a
real fight, and this we prevented as
much as possible for fear that one
would injure, maybe kill, the other. |
have seen Pard and big hummer, his
overgrown brother, twice his size, roll |
headlong down precipitous hillside,
neither one relaxing hold And yet |
little Pard had a sweet, sunny tenn
per. He fought because he deemed |
it part of his duty in the world, and |
his policy of sudden, fierce onslaught |
won. | have often thought of this |
principle; it is true in many things |
in life, one who is not afraid, who |
Is vastly aggressive, overpowers those
inherently much stronger than them
selves.
Pard was a natural worker. He was |
what the cowboys call a "heeler," that |
is, without teaching almost, he would |
slip up behind COW and bite her
heels. The result was sudden attain
ment of speed on the part of the cow
A dog that goes to the cows head is |
no good Ga the range Dogs were
very useful to us because of the rocky |
and brushy canyons. Little Pard |
would heel them when he was scarce |
Iy larger than an old cows foot. More |
than QfaGe he got kicked tail over ap- |
petite, once indeed the COW caught |
his head between her foot and a roc,i |
and that time he lay there without
culver for a long time. l thought it |
his laSt effort, but he revived and |
had lost none of his vim, curiously |
enough. But he learned to get at the |
heels sort of sideways as it were.
But little Pard was too good to last |
One day as horse wrangler was rid |
ing up Q brushy canyon after the sad |
die band the little dog stopped to bark |
in a clamp of maple brush. The rider |
called him away, got the horses and |
returning passed again &his clump of |
brush. The unwise little doggie |
stopped again to investigate that great |
yellow cat that lay watching him so |
sleepily with outstretched feet. There |
must have been after the rider had |
gone, sudden leap, a hoarse low
growl, @ stunning blow Of huge paw. {
a cruDching of little dog bones and |;
the flesh of the gamest little shepherd !:
dog l have ever known became part !
of mountain lion, while the intrepid (
spirit went back to it's maker We
never found his hide nor bones. /
Some years later after l had come |
back home to Ohio and was married ] |
again sought shepherd dog. Orr
day when strolling in thick fores. .:
back from the road l found a los
cabin newly built, in which was dwell /
ing curious man, half hermit, hals I
woodsman, living all alone, clearing /
up bit Of new ground" for the
crop, loaf1ing when he wished, work i
ing when the spirit moved. Tha. /
is not a bad sort of life, by the way /
This old man Willis White had a pal, :
of dogs that he called Shepherds.
The female seemed to be a Collie !
the dog must have been about hal
that blood. He was big, strong, sill /:
ent, savage. Gypsies left him there !,
desperately wounded; Willis White. :
took care OF him and kept him. AT :.
forwards the old dog would stand By !:
the hour and watch the highway, /.
third of mile away, a dreamy lool !.
in his eyes, thinking of his old com i
panionS of the road, wondering, nc !.
doubt, whether they would come TO,
him again. He was fine watchdog >
it was not safe to approach the cabil :
when Willis was away.
A litter of fine puppies was born I
my wife and selected one of the pref
test, and felt for the bump on tint
back of the head that denotes senss /
and courage. We traded some hem |
for him, | think, and we had our pup
py. Maybe we would have left hin, :.
had we foreseen the immediate result
lie grew, how he did growI Oui
mother loves dogs and fed him well;
hs was a great, wide, laughing puppy
but so full of mischief and so hard |
to break of his tricks! Among Other
accomplishments he took to slaugh |
teRing cats. This we could not have
so after repeated thrashings, very
sagage ones, too. for he was not
sensitive Collie, but beast with any I,
amount Of endurance, and he always J
loved me the better for thrashing /
him. took kitten that he had killed |
and tied it about his neck; he dragged |
it about, crestfallen, for some hours, 1