Brighouse & Rastrick Gazette. — 1882-08-12 (Brighouse, West Yorkshire, England)

COMPLICATION. - Passenger : "I see that the Khee-dive, as they call him—" Second Passenger : " Ker-deeve,' I believe it is pronounced,"—Third Passenger: " I'm told that the natives call him the Ked-iver.”—Newsboy (settles it): "Pitt' edightm. Proclareashtm by the Kay-diff I" 'many Folks.  "SHOOT 'am ANYWHERE ! "—Daring lad autnmn's shooting-season an English gentleman, familiar with gun and rod, happened to be a guest at the South Side Club, Long Island, near New York. One fine morning, while pacing the piazza, he saw approaching an old negro having in one hand a rickety flint-lock shotgun and in the other some twenty orid woodcock. Accosting the African, the gentleman said "My good fellow, that's a fine string of birds you have!" "Yes, sah, dem's good birtie and no mistake!" "Pray, my man, did you shoot them hereabout?" " Yes, sah; shot 'em all round here." " Ah,, 'pon my w-o-r-d, that's v-e-r-y extraordinary! And did you "—pointing to the old Run—" shoot them with that singular instrument ?" "Yes, sah, every one of 'em." "And may I ask if you shot them on the wing ?" "De what ? " "On the wing." "Yes, sah; shoat 'em on de wing, shoot 'em on de head, shoot 'em on de tail,—shoot 'em anywhere. A SuLAcurz CAVlL—ltalian papers announce the discovery a short time since at Dorgali, in the island of Sardinia, of a great stalactite cave, Fifteen galleries have been already traced. In one ot them there is a row of pillars like white marble, and the floor is generally smooth, resembling the finest basalt. When lit up with torches the combinations and varieties of colrring are wonderfully beautiful.. Suicmh MP tDoo.—The anecdotes scout dogs in your last to numbers remind me of a long-lost favourite of my own (says a correspondent of Land and Water). Tartar was a big, long-haired mongrel, more colley than anything, remarkable for sagacity and affection. But it is of his death and not of his life that I have to tell. It happened that a servant, who was extremely fond of the dog and who had been with us many years, left us, and from that time Tartar was a changed animal. Naturally of a playful, frolicsome disposition, he now became sad and quiet, and would hardly do more than wag his tail even to his master. The servant who left was in the habit of feeding him, and ham the time she left he hardly touched a morsel of the food that was given him, but would go out slowly and sadly into the village when he was let look' and pay visits to all the places where the servant had been accustomed to take him. But at these places he would take the food that was offered him, although he always avoided eating anything at his own home. This went on for several weeks, but he did not recover his spirits, and one morning was found drowned in a ditch with his mouth just covered by the water in a puddle which was only three sr four inches deep. The dog was well known in the neighbourhood, and everybody agreed that it was a case of suicide, especially as death was the result of drowning, not mere exhaustian. The position he was found in and the depth of the water only left one conclusion— that the poor eld doggie had drowned himself from grief at the loss of his friend.  How TO