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Chapter NumberXXVI
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Full Date1884-11-29
Page Number9
Word Count810
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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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Yes, John Brown hod boon those days and nights in a comatose-catalepsy, or suspended anamation state ; and very strange to say, he was at times por feotly conscious of all that was taking place around him, Yot ho was powerless, helpless to raiso a finger or speak a word. Ho was fully conscious of tho deep devotion of the old dog and Hebe. At times he saw them at his bedside, but hardly a word was spoken in his presence that he did not hear ; yet he was more than powerless to make a sign.

The medical faculty of Victoria were astonished, astonished when tho nows spread far and wide.

The dootor who had been sent headlong down stairs by the old dog, was taking Bteps to commence an notion against Aohates for Faithful breaking his arm ; but when ho was informed of John Brown's restoration to life, ho thought it wiso to let the mat tor rest, Ho felt Ht paLionts would lose faith in him, it hi« name was noised abroad in conneotion with che matter. Ha waB worldly a £ s. d., so remained quiet.

A sod tragedy it would havo boen, if our noblo hero hod been buried--burial alive-which would have been tho oise if it had not have been for the old dog.

John Brown was a noble mon, and could ill be spared. Ho ma» tin mere figure on a lanâtcape, to come, and go and bo forgotten, I

Such were Aohates' words, whon ho saw his noble generous f riond was not dead.

John Brown's strong constitution oamo to tho

rescue in proouring his convalcBconco, his gradual ¡ recovery to health and strength. Ho soon took poor sorrowing Achaten in hand-sorrowing on account of

the great error ho hod nearly committed. . .

John Brown know his love, devotion, and kindly ; fooling towards himself, so would not permit Achates,: to unjustly acousa himself.

Poor Hobo entirely broko down after bor. first

interview with John Brown, tho evening she rccovorcd '

her feint. Brain fever set in, and for three days she hovered between life and death.

In her delirium, her words were ever of John Brown, that he.was mot dead. The whole past waa

re-enacted with wild enthusiasm. The eabman

©.postulating with her about taking the old dog- ? her arrival at the hotel ; with w iii shrieks, thrill , outcry, she besought Aohates, aid ; she struggled to j get np to go to John Brown's room, to keep watch I over the enpnosed dead. Again and again she j struggled with her kind attendant« to accomplish, thia. Then she was, in her wild imagination, oaresting Faithful. The third day she was raising the blind and looking on the landscape, as the flood of light from the setting sun illuminated the room, and the old dog gave tie signal his master had returned to


Here Hebe dropped off into a peaceful slumber, which calm sleep saved her life.

Once or twice during Hebe's deliriousness, she mentioned the words "i'litrv lunn."

Nono in the room but Aohates knew what those words signified.

Poor Aohates was muoh troubled at Hebe's state. None rejoiced more than he did when she was out of danger, and on the way of recovery. Time after time ho quoted the words during her heart-rending state.

The path of duty in this world is not all gloom, or sadness, or darkness. Like the roads of the South, it is edged with ever-orown, pure and white as snow. It is only when we turn to the right hand or the left that we are lacerated by piercing thorns and concealed dangers,"

And when John Brown was convalescent, his words

wero :

" It is good that we have sometimes troubles and crosses, for they often make a man enter into himself, and consider that he ought not to put his trust in any earthly thing.

Lyndhurst Handslip, the barrister, hod tho effron- tery to call upon John Brown, as Boon as he heard what had taken place, to congratulate him on his recovery. His slippery, smooth, voluble, glib tongue was profuse in well-rounded periods of congratula- tion for John Brown's resurrection, as he called it.

John Brown said but little in reply, but was sorry, and deeply pained at tho arch villainy of the man.

He ventured to intimate to John Brown that AchatCB was rather hard on him, unjust, &o.

John Brown quickly replied,

"Sir, attempt not to defame my friend Aohate's name to me. Vilify not his name in my presenco, if you valuo a sound skin. Cast no innuendos at him."

At once Lyndhurst became tho grovelling sneak chat he was, and soon after left John Brown's pré-