The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-05-17

dogs are often that way. Gun fright
They have to be gun broken. You
come out tomorrow and I'll show you
how man who really knows how to
handle a dog does the trick
The next day when Fluff saw the
blackboard he went into his kennel and
they couldn't pry him out with the
hoe handle. He connected buckboards
and guns in his mind, so Brownlee Dor
rowed the butchers delivery wagon
and they drove to Wild lake 1t was
seven miles, but Fluff seemed more
willing to go in that direction than
toward Duck lake. He did not seem
to care to go to Duck lake at all.
Now, them" said Brownlee. 'Fll
show you the intelligent way to han
die a dog. I'll prove TO him that he
has nothing to fear, that l am his COM
rade and friend. And at the same
time" he said, I'll not have him run
ming off home and spelling our days
sport"
So he took the chain and fastened
ii around his waist, and then he sat
down and talked TO Fluff like an old
friend, and got him in a playful mood.
Then he had Murchison get the gun
out of the wagon and lay it on the
ground about twenty feet off 1t 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 crawled toward the gun.
Fluff hung back a little, but the chain
just cOaxed him a little, too, and they
edged up to the gun, and Brownlee
pretended to discover it Unexpectedly.
We'll! Well" he said, Whats
this?"
E,I,ff Y,oSa5 nm 10 IL ap5 s,,iffo5 -
and then went at it as if it was Mas
sett's cat. That Brownlee had wrapped
a beefsteak around the gun, inside the
paper, and Fluff tore off the paper and
ate the steak. and Brownlee winked at
MurchisOn.
I declare" he said. IF here isn't a
guni Look at this, Fluff, a gun, GOSH
but we are in luck"
Would you believe it, that dog shifted
at the gun and did not fear it 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 ak
handles.
Brownlee got up and stood erect.
You seep' he said, proudly. "All a
man needs with a dog like this is in
telligence. A dog is like a horse. He
wants his reason appealed to. Now if
fire this gun he may be a little star
tied, but have created a faith in me
in him. He knows there is nothing
dangerous in gun as a gun. He knows
l am not afraid of il, 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.
L
did not start lazily, like a boy start
ing to the wOodpile, but went prompt
ly, with a dash. His first jump was
only ten feet. and we heard him grunt
as he landed, but after that he got into
his stride and made fourteen feet each
jump. He was bent forward a good
deal i'm the middle, where the chain
was, and in many ways he was not as
graceful as a profe ~>-onal cinderpath
track runner, but in running the main
thing is TO cover the ground rapidly
Brownlee did that.
Massett said it was bad start. He
said it was all right to start a hundred
yard dash that way, but for long-dis-
tancf run-a run of seven miles across
Countrywide start was too impetuous;
that il showed a lack of generalship,
and that when il came TO the finish
the affair would be tame; but it
wasn't.
Brownlee said afterward that there
wasn't a tame moment in the entire
seven miles. 1t was rather more wild
than tame. He felt right from the
start that the finish would be sensa-
tional, 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 further