The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-05-17

he had Murchison get the gun out or the wagon and lay it on the ground about 20 feet off. It was wrapped in brown paper.
 Brownlee talked to Fluff and told him what fine sport duck hunting is, and then, as if by chance, he got on his hands and knees and crawled toward the gun. Fluff hung back a little, but the chain just coaxed him little. too, and they edged up to the gun, and Brownlee pretended to discover it unexpectedly.
 We'll well.' he said. Whats this?'
 Fluff nosed up to it and sniffed it, and then went at it as if 1t was Massetts S cat. That Brownlee had wrapped beef steak around the gun, inside the paper and Fluff tore off the paper and ate the steak and Brownlee winked at Murchi- son.
 'I declare" he said, If here isn't a gun! Look at this. Fluff, a gun. Goshl but we are in luclS!''
 Would you believe it, that dog sniffed at the gun and did not fear 1t in the least? You could have hit him on the head with it and he would not have minded it. He never did mind being hit with small things like guns and ax handles.
 Brownlee got up and stood erect.
 You see," he said, proudly. "All man needs with a dog like this Is intelligence. A dog Is like horse; he wants his reason appealed to. Now, if l fire the gun he may be a little startled, but l have ere ated faith in me in him. He knows there is nothing dangerous in gun as gun He knows I am not afraid of it, so he is not afraid. He realizes that we are chained together and that proves to him that he need not run unless l run. Now watch"
 Brownlee fired the shotgun.
 Instantly he started for home. He did not start laziy, like a schoolboy starting to the woodpie. but went promptly and with dash. His first jump was only 10 feet and we heard him grunt as he land ed, but after that he got into his stride and made IA feet each jump. He was bent forward good deal in the middle, where the chain was. and in many ways he was not as graceful as professional cinder path track runner; but in running the main thing is to cover the ground rapidly. Brownlee did that.
 Massett said it was a bad start. He said it was all right to start hundred yard dash that way, but for long-dis- tance run-a run of seven miles across countryside start was too impetuous; that it showed a lack of generalship, and that when it came to the finish the affair would be tame but it wasn't
 Brownlee said afterward that there wasn't tame moment in the entire seven miles. It was rather more wild than tame. He felt right from the start that the finish would be sensational unless the chain cut him quite in two, and it didn't He said that when the chain had cut as far as his spinal column it could go no farther, and it stopped and clung there; but 1t was the only thing that did stop, except his breath. 1t was several years later that I first met Brownlee, and he was still breathing hard. like a man who has just been running rapidly. Brownlee says that when he shuts his eyes his legs still seem to be going.
 The first mile was through under brush, and that was lucky. for the un- derbrush removed most of Brownlees clothing, and put him in better running weight, but at the mile and a quarter tn ey struck the road He said at two miles he thought he might be over exercising the dog and maybe he had better stop, but the dog seemed anx- ious to get home, so he didn't stop there He said that at three miles he was sure the dog was overdoing, and that with his knowledge of dogs he was perfectly ably 60 stop running dog in its own le/ .h if he could speak to it. but he couldht speak to this dog for two reasons. One was that he couldn't overtake the dog and the other was that all the speak was yanked out of him.
 When they reached five miles the dog seemed to think they were taking too much time to get home and let out a few more laps of speed and it was right there that Brownlee decided that Fluff had some greyhound blood in him.
 He said that when they reached town