The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1912-08-01

o. Idea, boy. Good idea,"
chuckled tho sheriff. "TIl do 1t. Do
II right away"
And q few hours later. various high.
~ valued documents, papers that
would cause tremendous STRINGS in
the land OF the Black Eagle. were en-
route to Washington. The sheriff, by
way Of good measure and variety, pre-
sented the boys with a set Of the
Photographic duplicates, kept a set
himself, and sent still another set to
official friends In Chicago. AS to the
baron: He raved. He called heaven
and the Internal regions alike to wit
ness that dire calamities would de-
scend upon the United States, the state
Of Arkansas. the city OF Little Rock,
and the hardy sheriff, unless his pa.
pers were returned and all duplicates
destroyed. Whereupon the sheriff, ap-
parently but little frightened, had the
baron photographed while at the
height of his oratory, and presented
the boys with souvenir copies Of the
proofs.
Late in the evening, somewhat re-
freshed by the hospitality of tho sher-
III, the boys resumed their journey.
The sheriff himself escorted them to
the train, and with him came Pod
Morgan. owner Of the ~bloodhounds baf-
fed by the pepper trick a few short
hours before. Mr.. Morgan showed no
resentment against the youngsters,
and even insisted on sending a young
hound to the home address Of each
one-"a dawg," as Mr.. Morgan stated
1t, "thatH be a real comfort to yore
family, an will be mighty useful when
1t IN tub keepin' foreign snakes
from traipsin' 'roun' yo' premises"
Several of Mr.. Morgan's famous blood
hounds We're with him and the boys
learned, with establishment, that the
dreaded man-trackers were rather
small, measly-looking creatures, not
large enough or powerful enough to
make a good fight against a bull-ter-
rier, and answering in no description
the stories or the pictures which pass
current in all literature.
Real bloodhounds," explained Mr..
Morgan. grinningly, has come tub be
nothin' but show dawgs, with long
ears that'd git cotched in the brambies
In a minnit. Yuh turn a pack of real
~bloodhounds loose after a man., an
they'd all sit down on their tails an
yell right helpless. Real, genuwine,
m~ac-cotchin' dawgs is a wuss mixture
than Injun an nigger-but they can
foller, an they can find"
They don't look" ventured Solano,
"as II they would tear a man to pieces
when they caught him."
MI. Morgan and the sheriff haw-
hawed long and loud.
mo, son, they don't look that way,
and they amt" gurgled the delighted
Mr.. Morgan. whats more, there
never was n man-eatin' dawgs used
ter chase nobody, not even niggers.
In the old slavery days, when a mig.
ger run away, the thing to do was tub
catch him, but not tub kill him. Kill
a $1,000 niger? Son. that would be
plumb idiotic, wouldn't it? The hounds
was simply used tub foller him, 10.
cate him, an make a racket till the
hunters could come up an get the
man."
I'm Cuba" put in Solano. the Span.
iards used real b~loodhounds, and
fierce ones too, to run down and kill
the Indians"
WELL" assented Mr.. Morgan, that
would be plumb diffrunt. An Injun is
a diffrunt beast from q niger. Your
niger was mighty valuable-you had
to look out fer his hide. Your Injun
was mighty dangerous, an better lead
than Twin. See the %diffrunce, sonny?
Tell me, whar did you pick up that
pepper trick?"
Cuban scheme" explained Solano.
an the Ten Years war, my father
and his friends threw the Spaniarda
off the trail a dozen times that way"
Great idee," quoth Mr.. Morgan. g!
don't bear you boys the least ill-will