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Show as actions torn us aa piam aa woros mat he knew it would be dangerous for him to proceed any further. "I begged the man to call the dog back and let the minks havo the quail, but he wouldn't listen to me. Again he ordered the dog fo fetch "the quail in, and again the dog made an effort to reach it, but the ice cracked and he turned about, whined piteously, and ia every way that he knew how begged his master to call him back. But the heartless man was determined to make the dog do as be said, and ho yelled savagely at the pointer to get the dead bird. Then the dog sprang forward and seized the quail The ice gave way under him, tho current cur-rent was swift, and out of sight tho poor thing went, with the bird in his mouth. That was the lost thecruel man ever saw of bis obedient dog. He hunted down tho river for a long distance, but it was useless, use-less, for tho dog had perished under tho ice while faithfully performing his duty. The man was sorry, then, of course, and indeed the poor dog's death taught bira a lesson ho never forgot." While hunting partridges near Round Swamp, in Clifton township, last fall, Aaron Bidgood saw a fox scrambling around in a mud puddle at a great rate. He was interested in the animal's queer antics, and after he had watched the lively fox for awhile he came to the conclusion con-clusion that it was catching frogs, or at least trying to catch them. Its tail was covered with mud, and it was hopping and jumping around in mud and water upon its beily when Bidgood etolo up near enough to see that the sly fellow was really gobbling up a frog every few seconds. Bidgood said he didn't caro to molest it just then, and while he was watching its capers from the midst of a clump of bushes another fox, apparently the first one's mate, sprang into the mud hole from the opposite side and went to catching the long legged occupants of tho puddle on its own hook. When Bid-good Bid-good had looked at the cuuning frog eaters eat-ers as long as he cared to, be yelled, and the two mud covered fojeos floundered out of the puddle in a hurry and scampered scam-pered directly toward the clump of bushes where the hunter was concealed. They were very much frightened, and the mud on their bushy tails and in their long fur kept their speed down considerably, consid-erably, and when they came along Bid-good Bid-good killed each of them with a charge of bird shot. A fox that had been chased by a hound for ten hours lost its lifo in a peculiar way in the Lackawanna valley late on a day iu January. Reynard had been pursued pur-sued until he was protty well tuckered out, and he ran down into the valley from tho Spring Brook side. He pointed for tho Lackawanna river, but near the bank he changed his course, swung around a large coal breaker, and ran up the steep incline to the head house at the top of tho breaker. Thro-gh the head house he dashed, and then ran along a beam, sprang from the end of it to a culm pile, and scampered up the refuse railroad track to the summit, where culm was dumped. At the dump the fox darted past a boy and a mule, and started to slide down the steep pitch of loose mine refuse toward the river. The base of the culm pile has been on fire for several sev-eral years, the fire extending up the side for forty or fifty feet When the fox had begun to slide down he couldn't stop himself, and he slid right into the mass of glowing anthracite and was so badly burned before he got through it that he lay down and died close to the river bank. The hound, inside of half an hour, loped up the incline to the head house. It nosed around and bayed for a few seconds, lost the scent, and then dashed down the slope to a spot where it had left the level ground. There it got on the track again, and when it started up the plane the second time one of the men threw chunks of coal at it and it went yelping out of sight Scranton Letter in New York Sun. LITTLE STORIES OF ANIMALS. A Dog That Died for a Foot Master Carton. Cart-on. Death of a Fox. "I have never let any of ray dogs retrieve re-trieve birds since an experience I had with a cruel sportsman over on the Delaware Dela-ware river late one fall," said a Scranton bird shooter the other day. "The man owned a splendid pointer that knew a good deal more about some thiugs tjian his master did, and we were both shooting shoot-ing quails over him along the banks of the river. lie was harsh with the dog, and the poor creature was often compelled com-pelled to do what he knew to be senseless sense-less things, just because he felt certain that he would be licked like the mischief if he didn't obev. Each side of the river was frozen over out to the main channel, where there was a strip about a foot wide that wasn't covered with ice. One of the qaaH that I ohot -started to-fly across the rh cf and dropped dead on the thin ice within a few inches of the cpeu channel chan-nel i!y companion ordered the pointer to go and get it, and the obedient dog dashed out upon the ice rill he got within i couple of vards or so of the dead bird, wiien ho halted, for the ice had begun to rack under him. Then he looked bac at iaw jaaeter aad wagged.his Uil.and |