The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1920-09-17
"A MAN AND HIS DOG
BY L. d. Tucker-Upper Peninsula
Development Bureau, Marquette, "a
Michigan.

Somewhere, someplace and at
some time or other, someone painted
a very beautiful picture and called
IL IA Man And His Dog" / believe
il portrayed the faithful devotion Of
q dog to his master-A feature often
brought out in picture and narrative,
and one Of which never fails to elicit
a certain amount Of heart interest"
There have been stories OF the in
separable tie between dog and mas
ter. There have been
But here's the best one yet:
1t wasn't SO long ago-just last
Friday, that John Doelle, secretary
manager Of the Development Bureau
Prof. L. A.. Chase, Of the Northern
State Normal College, and myself,
made an automobile trip through
Marquette, Dickinson, Iron and Bar
aga counties-Mr. Doelle in the in
terests Of the Bureau, Mr.. Chase to
secure additional material for a book
which he is preparing on rural con-
ditions in Cloverland, and myself as
"press agent" and utility chauffeur
Visiting the new Ford operations
at Iron Mountain, we were prepared
to continue our journey on to L'Anse
when we annexed another member to
the party-Frank Knechtges a friend
of Mr.. Doelle's and resident Of
L'Anse, who was returning home af.
ter visit to the Ford plant. Rather
than following the main trunk line
through Nestoria to L'Anse, our
rout was to lead on to Covington,
and over the "sand plains" to L'Anse
Mr.. Doelle being interested in certain
experiments which are being carried
out on the "plains."
"An went welr', as the books say
until we discovered, after leaving
Covington, that we had struck the
inevitable wrong road. The "woods
are full of 'em", so to speak, and
believe me" we struck the wrong
est" of the bunch. It was an aban-
doned log road-seven years out Of
usefulness and the bumpiest, jolti-
est, "loggiest" road have ever ira.
veled. The further we travelled the
worse it became, and the dense, black
forest hemming us in on either side
added not bit to the pleasure of the
journey.
We were all thinking a lot, but
nothing much was said until sud-
den jolt brought US all out of oul
reverie to distiover the grease-pap
lying comfortably in the road, some
distance in the rear. A half hour OF
sprawling IN the mud, on our re.
. spective backs, had the. thing
in place again, and we started out
once more. Another jolt, half mile
farther, and just sufficiently harder
than the first to bring forth few
mild suggestions as to the cussed-
ness of the situation in general
gently removed the muffier from its
bearings on the exhaust-and once
more we halted for repairs. But the
muffler was stubborn and refused tc
be disturbed in the least, so that we
were forced to continue, with cut.
wide open, en- our roaring" way, re.
joicing.
And now comes the dog. We hat
covered possibly five miles out Of
Covington, in a bit more than ar
hour, and were dipping into deeI
valley when a small farmhouse sud.
denly swing into view to the right
A rickety picket fence skirted the
edge of the yard, near the road, anC
Just inside the fence, frisking about
in the grass, was the cutest, incest
fuzziest little brown dog you'd evel
"Hey, Just a minute" It was
Knechtges speaking. "D'ya know
that's my dog. Wait-I'm going K
get him." and out he jumped; reached
through the fence, grabbed the dos
and hoped back into the car, dog il
arms. "Yessir-it's the same one
one. He was swiped on me about
seven years ago and this is the frs
time I've ever seen him since then
See that collar? The same one
put on him few days before h,
disappeared. Good old Stub, ant
the dog certainly nestled familiarly
in his arms.
It had actually begun to look a!
though we were going to get through
without further trouble. We went 81
far as to venture a jest-and eve
CHANGED laugh or two as the roat
showed slight evidence of improve
ment. Our joy was short-lived, how
ever, for, right in the middle Of
heavy sand hill, our "trusty six
coughed, just slightly at first; theI
checked trifie, gasped once or twic'
and finally-died. :.
We stepped on her with no result
We let in the clutch with snap
and it was one snap too many. i
had slipped--and no amount of "rac
ing" would make her bulge. We go
out and pushed. If you have eve
tried to push Buick "six" up ,
sand-hill you will know how far WI
got. We gave it up. \,
A brief council Of war resulted
and it was decided that Mr.. poell'
with Knechtges, should cover the re
naming distance to L'Anse- e-abou
seven miles--on foot, sending ca
out efter Mr.. Chase and myself, VIII,
were to stand guard over the smok
ing remains Of our faithless steed.
"Say, where's that dog, aske.
Knechtges ~ he started mp the hin
We looked about hurriedly-bea
about IN the brush, searched Ear an
wide-but no sign Of the dog. III
had deserted the unfortunate part,
and had hit the broad highway bacl
home. "Oh well---guess it's just q
well' remarked the crestfallen youtl
che was gettin' pretty old anyway.
And h turned to 60.
They had reached the top Of tn
hill-Mr. Doelle and Knechtges, whel
the latter turned about and shouted
"By the way, II II gets dark befor
we get back, better light FIRE. Nv
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