Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1907-03-07

When Homer Davenport visited
Turkey and the desert bordering
the Euphrates last summer in search
OF magazine material for the Woman g
Home Companion, be picked up q
tribal dog and gained from the incl
dent a novel and interesting insight
into dog life as found in the desert.
while out walking on the eyen-
ing OF our arrival, with Hais and
Sheik Ali, : says Mr.. Davenport. ..I
saw IN one tenn litter q puppies.
fhere wers f0uf Big. husky young
sters 10 the litter. and the father
and mother. The largest OF the
puppies, white with black ears and
spot. strolled out to see US. I
stopped and petted bin, whereon he
fell upon bis back with his heels In
the air. He enjoyed the petting aud
| could see him glaucing back az his
family as If wishing that his promin.
ence in being noticed would be seen
by the others.
At that time | couldn't under
stand all that this look meant, but
learned later. The puppy was get.
ting SO big that his own father was
uEkind to him. He knew OF the un-
written dog law OF the desert tribes
which sent every male puppy forth
70 hustle for himself at a very early
age. He knew that his only saliva
ton rested on bis success in getting
some tent owner to adopt him, and
he also realized that he must find a
tent pretty soon. Only that MORN
ing his father, big wolf. likeanimal,
bad growled at him in q manner he
could not mistake.
When be heard that menacip0
growl NV puppy felt his hair rise
along his spine, and he knew that
his strength was not yet sufficient
for him to give battle TO the old
man. He had seen other puppies
fight for the home; be had seen, not
SO many days past. one big pup In
the second tent whip the father and
assume charge Of the tent. II my
puppy had been able TO speak and
his words could have been translat.
ed into American, / am sure he
would have said something like
this:
Well, it's up to me TO get Q hus-
tie on pretty quick or dad will be
after me-
During my next stroll l stopped
and petted him again. and that time
we knew each other q little better.
He was still as bashful as most pup
pies are who haven't shed their
puppy teeth, but as we finally part
ed | saw him look at me with long,
hopeful expression, aud in that ex-
preston he seemed 20 tell me that
ne was youngster with q purpose
in life.
My Dad don't understand me, >
he appeared to say mournfully.
You know as well as me that bows
generally stay home until they re
twenty one, but in my case I've got
to get out when I'm only thirteen.
Tough. ain't IL?
Well, that evening at the tent,
after the Bedouins had gone, we
saw big white baby head with
black soft ears appear under the
dap. We sat aud watched while
a soft. fluffy body followed the head,
and then we knew that our puppy
was returning our visit In true
Bedouin fashion"
The puppy after adopting Daven.
port followed him across the desert.
Then came the 6nal scene In the
canine tragedy.
'SheIk Ali had galloped his horse,
a fine Kenilan Ajuz. on a mile ahead
to the teut Of his own tribe, and pre-
sently the hOrsemen came riding to-
ward US, carrying long spears.
Ny attention was taken by the
superb horses-Iour bays, two grays
and chestnut. As we drew nearer
more people came TO meet US, and
the excitement was general. Near
the oheik' S tent. large and we'll con-
structed, were several Bedouins
killing a sheep for dinner. All the
dogs in the neighborhood we're
watching the proceedings.
Suddenly, when We were about
TO dismount, number of woIf-like
dogs. big and ferocious, came tear
ing up to US, and before any one
could interfere. my poor puppy went
down before the attack. 1t vas over
10 a moment. The tribesmen drove
the hounds away. but only to leave,
torn aud dis6gured. the youngster.
my volunteer body guard. my puppy
who had left home for me.
Il felt as IL ! could destroy all the
dogs Of the desert for this wanton
murder. To me il meant more than
the loss of dog-it meant the pass