The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1905-01-26

but Pard did his part by first running
into it full tilt, knocking it over, then
holding it down by putting his feet
upon it, he would not touch it with
his teeth
The rascal was born scrapper. He
was terror to every dog that passed
the place, and no beatings would de-
ter him in the least from assailing
passing CANNES, great and small. l
could set him on dog in a distant
field, if he got one glimpse he was off
like a shot and the intruder rued the
day he set foot in that field. He was
singularly lacking in gallantry, for he
would run females away as readily as
males. While he was first fighting his
way to acknowledged supremacy there
was big, fierce yard dog between our
house and the village that was wont
to make a, terrific bluff every time
Pard passed with me, raging up and
down the fence as though ne would
burst a blood vessel if he could not
get at Pard to tear him up. l had no.
idea but he could whip our dog, but
one day to my astonishment Pard
cleared the fence at bound and at
tackled the enemy on his own soil! 1t
was a terrible fight but Pard gained
the victory and came grimly on after
a time, on three legs. Thereby was
illustrated a curious side of dog ma
ture. The two dogs had neither had
racial friend before, my neighbor's
dog had never been known to leave
his house, yet in day or two found
fraternizing very amiably with Old
Pard! He was the only dog not be-
longing on the place that Pard ever
made friends with, and he was killed
soon after, how never knew. 1t was
strange that no one ever killed Old
Pard. He was hated by a good many
and did in fact have some lead in
him; he was annoying to passers-by
who had dogs with them but he would
not harm any honest man.
The crowning act of useful life
was when he saved my brother Willis
from a horrible death. We had gen.
tie Jersey bull, dehorned. People got
afraid of him but 1 laughed and
showed that he could be driven with
a cornstalk. One day Willis went out
%o h> fo lr;1,a tho
the bull sulked and would not come.
Willis kicked him and in an instant
the lurking devil came out, the beast
sprang at him, knocked him down;
the boy sprang up and ran, the bull
overtaking him in an instant and
knocked him down again and tried to
gore him. The third time this was re-
peated, Willis head was butted down
into the mud until blood ran from his
ears. saw it from afar and started
to run to help. Never did my feet
seem so glued to the ground; it SEEM
ed to me that was rooted to the
spot as I realized all that would hap
pen before I could gain that quarter
of mile. All at once Old Pard bound
ed by me like a fash and streaked
across the field. Before he had got
ten half way the bull saw him and
hesitated moment, before he was
there the great coward was in slow
retreat. Old Pard knew the enormity
of the oSense and promptly seized him
by the nose and led the believing
cringing bully a merry dance across
the field. BY a miracle not bone
was broken, but the bull went into
bologna soon afterward.
wonder how long dogs live? When
Pard was about twelve years old he
lost his hearing and became morose
and unhappy. He was of use, though,
and we suffered him to stay another
year, then got new puppy. 1t was
touching to see the new and playful
Collie and the old veteran. The pup
by worshipped him and while he
played with him it was with good
zeal of respect, and Old Pard suf-
fered any sort of indignity from him
almost, rising up silently and going
away when the infantile pranks were
too unendurable. But he taught the
Collie his bad tricks of assaulting
passers by, so we held counsel and
decided to put him mercifuHy to sleep,
and I buried him with real sorrow and
respect. His successor is a lovable
Collie, but I fear he will never have
in him the go and dash that made Old
Pard his fame.-Breeders' Gazette