The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1917-01-25
A German Story of a Dog

BY many eminent writers this is be
lieved to be the greatest dog stor,
ever written. Ranger Hopp, employed
on a great German estate, trades {
dozen bottles of wine to dissolut'
under-forester. out of work, for thu
dog. The unworthy master and th'
faithful animal part in sorrow. HopT
carries his new possession away and
in time, wins his affection. Kram-
bambuli is dog without flaw, from
the tips of his paws to the end of his
fine, sensitive nose.
Hopp is so attached to the animal
that he spends most of his time with
it and talks constantly to it and of it,
until his wife becomes jealous.
A band of poachelJ are making
havoc with the game on the counts
estate led by rascal called yellow"
The head gamekeeper, unable to catch
Yellow, stumbled upon two women
and several youngsters robbing the
trees, on the border of the Counts
wood" He fewsinto a rage, beat the
women with his fists and ordered his
subordinates to shake the children out
of the trees, breaking their bones in
the fall.
A week later the body of the game
keeper was found by Hopp under the
trees. A wreath Of blossoms was on
his head and another across his breast
His fine rifle was gone and an old
musket lay in its place.
The following selection from the
story is from translation by A. |.
Du p. Coleman, and is copyrighted by
the German Publication Society, New
York:
~ OPP stood petrified with hor-
ror, gazing down at the dis
figured corpse. He was unable
to life finger, and even his
brain seemed paralyzed; he could do
nothing but stare and stare, and it
was only some moments later that he
regained his power of observation and
asked himself a silent question
whats the matter with the dog?"
Krambambuli was shifting at the
corpse and running about distractedly
his nose on the ground. Once he
whimpered, once he uttered a shrill
yelp of joy; then he gave tongue and
made few quick leaps, just as if
a long slumbering memory had awak-
ed in him. 'Down," cried Hopp, "down
with you And Krambambuli obeyed, |
but he gazed at his master with in
tense excitement, and las Hopp ex-
pressed it, said to him, "For goodness
sake, don't you see anything? Don't
you smell anything? Oh, master,
dear, do look-do SMELL Master,
come-come this wayw And he
thumped with his tail against the
rangers knee, stole back to the
corpse, often looking round as if to
say, ''Do you follow me?" and began
to take the heavy gun in his mouth,
plainly trying to lift it.
A shudder ran down the rangers
spine, and all kinds of conjectures
began to dawn in his mind. But be-
cause it was his business, not to see
millstones, not to give instructions to
the authorities, but rather to leave
untouched the CHASTITY thing he had
found and go his way, which in this
case led straight to the ministers of
justice-well, he did just what it was
his business to do.
After all the formalities prescribed
by the law in the case of such catas-
trophe had been fulfilled, which took
the whole day and part of the night,
Hopp found time before he slept for
another conversation with his dog.
"Old dog" he said, "now the police
are at work, and they'll be skirmish-
ing about all over the place Are we
going to leave it TO others TO rid the .
world of the blackguard that killed o
the chief? My old dog knows the c
low lived villain-yes, yes, he knows
himl But nobody needs to know that $
i haven't told 'em. Hal Hal | n
.hink I'll bring my dog into the job c
there may be some SPORT" He ?
stopped over the dog, who sat between D
his outspread legs, and pressed his II
heck against the animals head, TAX K
ng his grateful caresses in return. "
Then he went on murmuring, "How II
yoes it with my Krambambuli ?" UNI n
il sleep overlook him.
Psychologists have attempted to ex- n
'lain the mysterious impulse that Il
lrives many criminals to return W
Igain and again to the scene of his u
rhine. Hopp knew nothing of their y