The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1923-05-01
ASPORT TRAGEDY. Zoe and Dam
Mrs B. NJ Turnipseed in Fort Geanes Georgian.

There are dogs and dogs. Joe and
Dan belong to the latter class. Joe,
the registered Walker, and Dan, the
full blooded July, bade fair to reach
the "hall OF fame" in the canine world
and perhops to begin new name Of
'Josephs" and Daniels"
Joe's master lived in sheep rails
ing community and the big black and
white spotted fellow had sent not a
few of the mild-eyed, woody creatures
to kingdom come-a heinous sin, to
be sure, and we kine-killing. sheep
Staying, fowl-feeding, rea n e
minded folks should point one finger
at ourselves-even the index finger
and save the thumb OF our scorn Tor
that poor dumb brute whom God has
given only instinct for a guide, even
the instinct OF self preservation.
So. it came to pass this bad quality
caused super fox hound TO change
masters. He was sent to a lawyer
who loves the chase of sly Reynard
next to the love OF his family. Oh,
no; | put the cart before the horse. |
mean he loves the family next to the
fox chase.
When the big fellow came in the
crate from the train the new owner
beamed with pleasure piece OF
good luck, indeed. A full grown, we'll
trained hound of extra good size and
pleasing to the eye, with reputation
of being an extra good ranger, Won
derful strike and close, indetatlgable
trailer and nailer-many hides he had
caused to stretch.
And Dan dear old red, gaunt dog
gle. His first master had lett the
farm to become a knight OF the grip.
Dan was placed in the hands OF a
friend. the sport loving lawyer, the
new owner of Joe. Again his face
wrinkled with happiness, for now he
had a pair of notorious fox hounds,
for Dan also had record OF envy.
He was the go-get-them OF his pack,
a great ranger and a relentless chaser
by sunlight and moonlight. He was
a specialist in red fox racing, but
would condescend to the grey provid-
ed they were numerous enough to
furnish three for a single hunt.
One or two races brought the hunt
ers unanimously to the feet OF Joe
and Dan-such dogs.
And did they serve any good pur-
pose at home? The wood and coal
suffered from somnambulism until
the master bethought himself to place
Joe's blanket in the door OF the coal
house while Dams adorhed the
Threshold of the wood shed. The
coal was cured of night walking and
the wood tarried, also, after that.
In the course of three years many
delightful chases were placed to their
credit.
On Saturday afternoon, in March,
1928, they were fed in a common
vessel and few dogs, or folks either,
would have gotten through with it as
peaceably as they did The little four
year old daughter came among them
and the gentle old fellows We'd with
each other to see which could pay
the greater devotion to- her. Were they
saying goodbye? 1t seems they were.
On Friday night as fair Luna be-
gan to climb the eastern horizon in
all her full orbed splendor the hunt
ers and hounds made their getaway
to the hunting grounds about II miles
distant Not long after arriving the
dogs struck a hot track and were off
in a norther1y direction, circling south
ward after about two hours, passing
the hunters with lolling tongues and
tagging gait, the desperate fox about
one hundreds yards ahead. Suddenly
the music OF the pack was strangely
hushed. ten of them returned with
defeat written in their disconsolate de-
meanor All were planning to come
home when Joe and Dan should come.
But they didn't come and all the horn
blowing seemed futile. The party re-
turned home wondering what the
trouble could be, surely something
unusual was holding these trusty pack
leaders
On the morrow the hunters went
on dog hunt With drooBing spirits
and serious faces they followed every
clue, returning again after the fruit
less search On the third day they
went again and found the floating,
swollen body OF Joe hung up on some