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Chapter NumberXII.-CONTINUED.
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Full Date1884-09-20
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Newspaper TitleClarence and Richmond Examiner and New England Advertiser (Grafton, NSW : 1859 - 1889)
Trove TitleJohn Brown and His Dog Faithful
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A few days arter tho above conversation, John Brown and Achates wont to look at a «laina they thought of purchasing, ou tho old Wombat Lead, Tho dog Faithful WM with them, walking at thoir heels in a kind of brown study.

Both John Brown and Aohates wont down the hole to" examine the drives and get somo washdirt for themselves, leaving tho Newfoundland "at grass." This the dog did not appreciate, so hu went for a run

on his own account.

The two friends woru for somo time down the hole, "panning " off the stuff thoy were testing. When .il was Jone, John Brown missed his dog. At first he could get no tidings, and was concluding Faithful had gono home, when ho made one more inquiry. This waa the reply he got,

" Why, I saw morn than half an hour ago a follow Uko a trooper running across that hill, like as if tho father of Evil was at his heels, and a monster of a dog going pell mell after him. I can assure you it ?hook the blues out of me. When I saw it, I waa writhing with toothache, but tho sight drove it away. Buch I should recommend as a panacea for all ills. Ha, ha, ha, it was grand ; I oaly wish I could have followed with my wooden leg."

" Come, Aohates. ott ovor the hill and see what is np. Ten to one it is Pat, for he wau to arrivo this morning, by whut Ugessorgnn told me."

Over th» riso they went, and saw a hut part way down on tho othor side, which they mndu for, to get further in formation If possible. They could seo before they got to the hut that it was deserted. As they approached, they saw something glistening in the ann. It was a bright sward ; the sun's rays falling on lt caused tho glistening. Soon they hoard a voioe

of the Emerald Isle.

"You baste! What have you done with my sword ? You baste I You have me in resarvo. Sorra's tho day I loft ould Ireland, to como to this land of haython bastes, Australy. By the soul of my inothor ; you baste, give me my Bwerd. Ah 1 holavo it, you gossoon, I will oblitherate you. It Is ondacont of you to wag your tail. If you let mo go I will make throoka, and nlver como nour you again. Aisy, you flays ; how did you get up here / You Hays ; and that basto enough to maka a mau nacvous. You novor had a mother, or else you would have some tondor blood in your volns. My country I My country I Why did I lavo ould Ireland, and enter tho police sarvioo ? Tho ould mother tould mo it was a dog life. My heart 1B in my boots. You're going to slape on the fluro, aro you? One eye open! you murthorin basto. Sarpant-eye monster. Hoult I you basto ; dovil a fut do' you como up hore ; you would dhrown mo. You stuck your prongs into mo ; now you would murther mo in cold blood, you haytbnn I Not a fut will I como down, so you may laff. ? I saw nlno policemen at the camp j if half of thom worn hore, I might come down. Sorra's tho doy I carno to Austruly. First tho whator, nixt your «rangs ; n i jct now, you on tho lluro, and I up here,

r'oukl you oblitherate me entirely 1 lt ever I see the like. Ba aisy I yon flays ; its ondacont, and your- selves know it, . Wonst I get away, you sarpant-eyc baste, you oan have Austruly for mo, or the other police-nyther of 'em. You tuk my sword away, like you tuk my master's clothes, you haython I"

John Brown and Aohates hod paused outsldo of tho hut to llBton to this language of Pat's. It took them all their time not to betray themselves. Just as Pat was saying-"Kape yorself in rosarvo," thoy entered the dosorted hut.

Thcro was Faithful stretched on the ground ; to all appearance quite comfortable, wagging his helm, and listening to Pat's brogue. Thora was Pat, Rtraddlo-logged on the tio-beam that was placed across the hut from wall pinto to wall plate. Ho hold in his hand tho soabbaid of his sword, as if ho wore doing duty.

John Brown said, with a smile on his face that he could net koop back, .' Hallo 1 Pat, ure you all alono up thore ?"

" Yes, barrln' tho flays. Thoy are not alono ; they are plinty of thom to bo alone, nyther of 'om. ? That haython baste mado me got up here, which ÍB onda cent. Get him to maka throcks, plaza."

" Whoro is your sword ?"

" Belove it, I dropped it getting np hero, and tho haste tuk it away, which was mane.

" Como down, Pat, come."

."No, no, not on that fluro whilo that baste is thcro."

" Tell mo how it happened ? I know tho old dog would not interfere with you without you did some- thing to make him suspicious."

" Throe for you. I ran whon I saw tho haython basto wag his tail and look at me. I ought to hnvo kapt mysilf aisy, or in rasnrve, as you tould me. Gossoon that I was. But I got narvous, and ran Uko the soul of my mother.' < ?

" There you made a mlstako, Fat. Como down now, and pat him on tho head, and make {rienda with tho old dog."

" What I Pat him on the hoad I pat him on tho head? with those prongs and earpant's eyas? No, no, lot tho flays oat mo tust. Make him give me my sword." '.' i i ; .'? ? ; .. ' '?'

John Brown commanded Faithful to bring in tho staff of ofhco, which ho did. Pat looked incredulous when ho saw tho dog walk in with it.

"By jabors 1 he is not a hay then, but a Christian, tho murtborln baste 1"

" Well, I will take tho dog away, and you como to the Wombat Hotel, and I will make it all right with you. Don't bring a singlo flea with you,'Pat."

"No, your honor, for thoy aro all married, with married families, and ptlnty of ohlldron. I wonder they don't break their necks in jumping from this. Tlo up the baste, plazo. Don't lah* now I tould ye, bodase the byes at the camp will be just foolln' mo, tho bloodthirsty villains.; Let tho baste go formist. No, I won't shukJhandR with him. Mind you bar tho door, and put yersilf agin it, and whin all is ready I will come."

" But, Pat, you should not have run away, BO stirred up the dog's bile."''

< " Bile I did you Bay I - Docs tho murthorln' baste bile ? his viotima before he ates them ? My heart says to me when I saw tho baste, 'rin, my bye, rin,i the devil's father is afthcr yer ; so I rin on ray fate here formlst. Wudn't you do it if your heart tould you J"

" Well, Pat, we are oil j don't bo long. I will moxxlo the dog to-day if you like."

" YOB. faix 1 you'ro right, share ; and put darbys on, his four legs. Ho has got powerful long legs in rnnnln'. Sorra's the day I loft oald Ireland for Australy," Pat said, as the two friends loft the


After a timo, Pat moved along his wooden horso, and peeped through tho crevices of the hut to see if the dog were in sight ; then descended from his roost. Then gingerly he trod tho floor till ho reached the door, holding it with both hands. He looked ont, and coughed two or three times, as a challengo. Receiving no response, he wiped the perspiration from bis foe« on a bag in the hut, whioh

Itft kin fae« Mille had bm tattooed like« New Zealand Maori. Tat* ha ?ujarohad oat af the refaga, with drawn award ia hand, ai it aa oavaliar doty. Taking a circuitous reata, he reached the hotel, and with a timid knock, signalised his presence at Joba Brown'» aitting-ioom door.

John Brown received the Irishmen kindly, and ordered nome Irish whiakey for Pat. and pointed ont how his running away had ca cued the whole mis-


" Borra a bit, sir, could I help it ; my hart tould me tu rip, and we most obey the bart. I rounded ap on fut three men from Ameraky, and I was not a bit narrons ; and next wake I rounded up on fut five Arobagines, on a plane, when they were thrying to make throoka in different directions. Devil a fat oould they get away from me. I niver rin from any gossoon but that baste. It is ondaoent of him ; place yourselves gentlemen, in my place." With this Pat laid his drawn sword on the Boor, with his hat, that he might drink a noggin of whisky offered him by Aohates.

" Yes, I will drink better manners to that Christian murtherin' baste. Here's may he go after O'Flathey s soul, who gave the masles to my mother's tat pig by slaping in the same room with onld Betsy, the mothar of all tho pigs in Sligo and Kerry, and I think in tho mountains of Connemarra. Poor Betsy died from maulen, and nil her after fathers and mothers dieri ; tho ix'ople snid from sorrow, that there bringing into tho world lind de|>arted. So there was nut a live pig in Sligo. Kerry, or Connemarra, till Father Mahone visited each pince with somo of the "crnture." Then my poor old mother died from thrue grief, so

wo laid her alonpsldo of Betsy. Then O'Fluthey j died. The prast said it was a narvous shock he got ;

we nil know then he had seen the spirit of Betsy, for j he never spoke, but «hawed a figure of Betsy ou his dhirty hand ; so all were oblithcratcd when Betsy died. I tnk fright, for I saw Betsy one night, and tnk thc maséis, so ran way from ould Ireland to Australy. Sorra's the day I did it, for I think Betsy is in your baste, and will follow mc from place to place : or why did that baste find mo hero ?"

" Well, Pat. I will bring the old dog in. Don't be afiaid: he has got a mutile on. You must try and

make friends with him."

" Give me another noggin of whiskey, so I won't be narvous, and honlt him tight, the haythen, plate."

John Brown brought Faithful Into the room. The old dog looked very glum, not appreciating the mattie. Pat held a chair between him and the dog,

"Don't rouse the dog's anger," oalled oat John Brown, " Be a man. and show no fear."

" Kano him away, tho father of evil. The soul of O'Flathey or Betsy is in the baste."

Faithful gavo an ominous growl.

" That's j ist the noise O'Flathey made when he died, begorra I it is. I was axed ouoe in ould Ireland to idantify (identify) a ouson of mother's who was dead in a coffin, and the policemen axed me on the way to the dead-house if I oould idantify the dead rirson if I saw it. I says,1 Let me spake to it, and

will know.' ' How I' says the peeler. ' Plate wait,' says 1, and in we wint. I spoke to it ; it nover answered, so I knew lt was the ould woman's ouson, for he had been dumb from tho day he oamo into the whorld. So I know the voice of O'Flathey."

Faithful stretched himself at his master's feet, try- ing to get the mustie off with his two foro feet ; then [ got np, turned his tall towards Pat, and scratched the

oarpet with his hind feet, raising a dust on tho Irish- man ; then stretched himself under the table. Pat at last sat down, close to tho whiskey. Faithful was uneasy-tho muttle was too muoh for bim. He rose; all were too busy talking to notice the dog's move- ments. Another noggin, and Pat rose to go ; bat Io I sword and hat were gone.

John Brown looked under the table. There was tho Newfoundland, with Pat's hat crushed between his paws. He had rolled the hat with his muzzled mouth to his placo of rest, then Battened it like a plato. The sword was found in John Brown's bed- room, under the bcd ; how it got thero was a mys t'iry. the dog being muzzled. John Brown oonoluded tho clog must havo got his nose in the hilt, or hand spaoe of tho sword, and so removed it.

' " Begorra I" «aid Pat, " I will ax to be removed from this dhtstriot if that baste remains here. Plate hnnlt him whllo I go."

1 Faithful kept by John Brown's side as he walked down tho passage, seeing Pat sate out ot the hotel.