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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Seaforth News, 1933-10-05, Page 8PAGE SIX rawasoaNAARRemnotamirawcass .tn• n�ar�i 4gY420;7m4, THE SEAFORTH NEWS. 64_, :mu THURSDAY, OCTOBER 5, 1933 :N :"P�'. ,�'Y.�'r���i a tij,!„p•-'"'I ?Ii�FF1'z'?I L��P•1:iNW h .k ,J�MN.2e:'L.StI� tie lartiESSINEMAISEMISIONEMENIIMMIIIIINI "They're in!—Nay-;Ay—dang me! Stop 'er! Good, .Owd Uni they're 1111" Aud the last sheep re- luctantly passed through—oat the stroke of time A roar went up from the crowd; Maggie's white facewent pink; and the Dalesmen mopped their wet brows. The mob surged forward, but the stewards held then back, "Back, . please! Don't encroachl i.M'Adam's next!" Fe -CIM the far bank the little Ivan watched the scene. His coat and cap were off. and his hair gleaned white in the sun; his sleeves were rolled up; and his face was twitching but set as he stood—ready. The hubbub over the stream at length subsided, One of the judges nodded to him. "Noe, Wullie—noo or niverl— 'Scots wha hae'i"—and they were off. "Back. gentlemen! back! He's off— he's coming. M'Adam's coming!" They might well shout and push; for the great dog was on to his sheep. before they knew it; and they went away with a rush, with him right on their backs. Up the slope they swept and round the first flag, already gal- loping. Down the hill for the gap, and 'al Adam was flying ahead to turn, them. But they passed hint like a hur- ricane and iRcd 'Wold was in front! with :a rush and turned them alone "\''Adam wins! Five to four M'- .Adanal I lay agin ;Owd Bob!"'rang nut a dear voice in the silence. • Through the gap they rattled, ears back, feet twinkling, like the wings! of driven grouse. "He's lost 'eml They'll break! They're >re ataS," was the cry. Sam'l was half up the wheel of the Kenmuir wagon; every man was on his, toes; ladies were etanding in their carriages; even Jim Mason's flushed face eh"wed momentary excitement. The sheep were tearing, along the hillside, all together, like a white .cad. After them, galloping like a Waterloo winner, raced Red Wull, And last of all, leaping over the ground like a demoniac, snaking not for the two flags, but the plank bridge, the white-haired ,figure of Adam, "He's beat! The 'Killer's beat!" roared a strident voice, "\PAdam wins! Five to four M' - Adam tins! :I lay ¢gin Owd Bob!" rang out the clear reply. Reg \Wall was now racing parallel. ta the fugitives and above them, .All Ler were travelling at a terrific rate, 'While the •two flags were barely itt front twenty yards, below the line and almost parallel to it. To effect the turn a change s'f u:rection must 'Se made almost through a right angle, "He's beat! ' he's. beat! M'Adani's beat! 'Can't make it nohow!" was the roar, Fr,ini the stream. a ..yell "T. urn 'em, Wulliel" At the word the great dog swerved down on the 'flying three. They turned .till at the gallop, dike a troop of cav- alry, and dropped, clean and neat, between the two flags; and down to the stream they rattled, passing M'Adam on the way as though he was standing, "Weal done, Wulliel" came the scream from .the far' bank; and from the crowd went up an involuntary burst of a'pp'lause. "Ma word!" '"Died yo' see That?" "By gob! It was a -turn, indeed, of which the 's'm'artest team in the galloping horse - gunners might well have been proud. .4. shade later, and they must have overshot the mark;,.a shade sooner, a miss. • "He's nat been two minutes so far. We're beaten—don't you think so, Uncle Leggy " asked Muriel Sylves .ter, looking up piteously into the par- son's face. "It's not what I think, my dear; it's what the judges think," the parson re - 'plied; and what he thought their ver- dict would he was plainly writ on his !face far all to rad. (Right on to the centre of the abridge the leading sheep galloped 'and— stopped abruptly. Up above in. the 'eirawd there was utter silence; staring eyes; rigid fin- gers. The sweat was dripping off Long Kirby's face; and, at the back, a green -coated bookmaker slipped his note -book in his pocket and glanced behind him, James. Moore, standing in front of them all, was the 'ca'lmest there, Red Wull was not to be • denied. Like his forerunner he leapt on the back of the hindmost sheep, But the red dog was heavy where the gray was light. The sheep staggered, slipp ed and fell. ,Almost before it had touched the water M'Adam, his 'face afire and eyes flaming, was in the stream. In a second he had hold :'of the struggling creature, and, with an almost super- human effort, had half throtvn,- half shoved it on to the bank. Again a tribute of admiration, led by James Moore. The little man scrambled, pasting, on to the bank and raced alter sheep and dog. His face was white beneath the perspiration his breath came in quavering gasps; his trousers were wet and clinging to his legs; he was trembling in every limb, and yet in- domitable. They were up to the pen, and the last wrestle began. The crowd, silent and motionless, craned forward to watch the uncanny, white-haired little main and the huge dog, working so close below them. 'AP -Adam's face was white his eyes staring, unnaturally bright: his bent body projected for- ward; ward; and he tapped with his stick on the ground like a blind man, coax- ing the sheep in, And the Tailless Tyke, his tongue out and flanks heav- ing, crept and crawled and worked rap to the opening, Patient as he had never been before. They were in at last, There was a lukewarm, ,half-hearted cheer; then silence. Exhausted and trembling, th'e little man leant against the pen, one hand on it; while Red Wull, his flanks still heaving, gently licked the other. Quite close stood James Moore and the gray dog; above was the black wall of people, utterly still; below, the judges, comparing notes. In the sil cltce you could almost hear the pant- ing of the crowd. Then one of the judges went up to Janes Moore and shook him by the hand. The gray dog had won. Owd Bob Keumifir had won .the Shepherd's Trophy outright. A second's palpitating silence; a „•,+mart°tt nysterical laugh,—and a deep -Mouthed bellow rent the expect- ant air shouts, stream's, hat-tossdngs, hack-clappings blending in a din that made the many -winding waters of the Silver Lea quiver and quiver again. Owd !Bob o' Kenmuir had won the Shepherd's Trophy outright. Maggie's face flushed a scarlet hue, Wee Anne flung fat arms toward her triumphant Rob, and screamed with the best, 'S'q'uire and parson, each red-cheeked, were boisterously shak- ing hands. Long Kirby, who 'had not prayed kr thirty years, ejaculated with heart -felt earnestness,. "Thank God!" Sam'l Todd be1'lowed in Tam- usa's ear, and almost slew him with his mighty buffets. Among the Dales - men some laughed like drunken men; some cried like children; a:11 joined in that roaring song of victory. To little M'Adant, standing with his back to the crowd, that storm of cheering came as the first announce- ment of defeat. A wintry smile, like the sun over a \Parch sea, crept across his face. "tVe {night a kent it, Wullie," he muttered, soft and low. The tension loosed. the battle lost, the little man almost broke 'down. There were red dabs of color in his face; his, eyes `•.ere lig; his lips pitifully quivering; he was near to sobbing. '•An old Irian—utterly alone—he had staked his .all on 'a throw -and lost, 'Lady Eleano ut marked the forlorn 7tttle figure, standing iblitary on the fringe of the "uproarious 'mob, S'he,. noticed the expression on his face; end her tender heart went out to the lone luau in his defeat 'She went rap to him ansi laid a band tipon his arm, 'Mr. Mo.—edam," she said timidly, won't you come and sit clown in the tent? Ecu look so tired! I can find .0 corner where no one shall 'disturb you, The little manwrenched roughly ;away. The unexpected kindness, com- ing at .that moment, was 'alm?o'st too much for him. A dew paces off he turned again, "It's reel kind o' yer -ladyship," he said :huskily; and tot'tered away to be al'o'ne with . Red Wull. Meanwhile the victors stood like tracks in :the tideway. About thein ;atrge'd a continually changing throng shaking ,the man's 'hand, patting the ,dog, -Maggie had 'carried wee Anne to tender her. Long Kir- hy bad come; Tamales, 'S''avn'd'erson, H'ap'pin, Tupper, .Landesley—elll but Jinn \! 'sbii, and now, elbo'wring the press, carte squire and parson. "Well 'done, 'lamest well done, in- deed! Knew you'd wfnl told you so— eh, 'ehl" Then facetiously to Owd Bob: "Knew you would, lRobert, old man! Ought to—Robert the Dev— musn't 'be a naughty boy—eh, ehl" "Thee first time ever •the Dade Cup's been won outright!" said the Parson, "and I daresay it never will again. And I think Kenmuir's the very fit- test place for its final home, and a Gray Dog of Kenmuir for its winner.". "Oh, by the by!" buret in th'e squire, 'I've fixed the 1,ianor dinner for to -"day fortnight, James. Tell Saund'erson and Tupper, Will you ? Want all the tenants !•here." He disappeared into the crowed, but in n minute had fought his way back, "I'd forgotten something!" .. he shouted. Cell 3wour Maggie perhaps you'll have have news for her after it—eh, eh!"—and he was gone again. Last oof all, James Moore was aware o'f a white,; blotchy, grinning face at his elbow. "1 mann 'congratulate ye, games Moore. Ye've beat us—you and the gentlemen-jud:gos." "'Twee a close thing, _M'Adam," theother answered. 'An' yo' made a gran' fight. 10 ata life 'I river saw a liner turn than yours by 'the two flags yonder. I hope yo' bear no ma- lice." "Malice! pie? is it 'likely? Na, ns, 'Do onto ivery man as does onto you -and somethin' over,' that's my mot - ter. I owe ye mony a good turn, which I'11 pay ye yet. Na,to there's nae good fechtin' 'again fate --and the judges. ',eel, I wush you well o' yer victory, A,iblins 'twill be oor turn next, '!'hen a rush, headed by Sam'!, roughly hustled the one away and bore the other off on its shoulders in boisterous triumph. , ;In giving the Cup away, ;Lady El eanour made a prettier speech than ever. Yet all the 'while she was haunt- ed by a white, miserable face; and all the while she was conscious of two black moving dots in the Murk Muir. Pass opposite. her—s'o'litary, desolate, a contrast to the h'uzzaing crowd arou'n'd. That is how the champion chal'len'ge Dale Cup, the world -known Shep- het d'C Trophy, caste to wander no more; won outright, by the last of the Gray Dogs of Kenmuir—'Owd Bob. Why he was the last of the Gray Dogs is now to be told. CHAPTER XXVI The sun was hiding behind the Pike. Over the lowlands the feathery breath of nighthovered. still. And the hi'l'lside was shivering in the -chilliness Of dawn.. Down on the silvery sward beside the .Stony Bottom there lay the ruffl- ed body of a dead -sheep. All a'bou't the victim the dewy; ground was dark and patchy like dishevelled velvet; •bract- en trampled down; stones dispieced as .though by striving feet; and the whole spotted with ,the all-pervading red. A score yards up the hill, in a writhing confusion of red and gray, two dogs at death -grips. While yet higher, a pack of wild-eyed hill -sheen watched, fascinated, the bloody drama. The fight raged. Red and gray, blood -spattered, murderous eyed; the crimson froth dripping from their jaws; now rearing high with arching chests and wrestling paws; now roll- ing over in tumbling, tossing, worry- ing disorder—the two fought out their blood -feud. Above, the close -packed flock hod-•' dled icd stamped. ever edging nearer to watch the issue,. :lust.' so must:' the women of Rome have craned around the arenas ti see two men striving in death -struggle. The first cold flicker of daWn stole across .the green. The reel ,eye of the g morning peered aghast' the'should der of the Pike. ,And from the sleep- ing dale thero, arose the yodling of a elan driving his cattle home. IDay watts upon 'then', Tames Moore was waked by a 'lit'tle wlvinipering cry beneath 'his window, 1 -Ie leapt out of bed encs rushed to look; for well he lcuat 'twos 1i'ot for nothingtltat the old dog, was calling, "Lora o' mercy! yvh'ativer's 'conic to yo', 0wd Un " he cried in anguish. Anel, indeed, his favorite, war -daubed almost past recogui'tioe, presented a pitiful, spectacle. In a moment trite Master was down- stairs .and out,.euamini'n:g hini, "Poor old Siad,:yo' have caught it this timet" he •cried. There was a ragged tear on the dog's cheek; a deep gaslh in Itis throat from which the blood still welled, staining the white escutcheon on his che's't; while head •aiad neck were clotted with the red. (Hastily the Master summoned Maggie. Alfter •h'e'r, Anch•ew oanae hur- rying ,dawn. And a little 'later a tiny, night -clad, naked-fooite'4 figure ap- peared in the door, wide-eyed, and then fled, s'cre'aming. 'They ,dottared the old warrior on the table in the kitchen. Maggie ten- derly washed his wounds, and dress- ed them with gentle, pitying fingers; and he stood ,al+l the while grateful yet fid'geting, !looking •up into his m'aster's face as if 'imploring to be gone. 'Hee main a had a rare tussle, wi' some one—ch, dad?" said the girl as she worked. • ".Ay; and wi' whom? ^Twasn't for nowt he got fightin', I waent. Nay; he's is tale to tell, has The Owd Un, and—Ah,h,,h! I thonvt as much. Look'ee!" For .bathing the bloody jaws, lie had .come upon a cluster of tawny red hair, hiding in the corners of the lips. The secret was out. Those few hairs told their own accusing tale. To but one creature in the .D'aleland could they belong—"Th' 'Tailless Tyke." "He mun a bin tresgassin'1" cried 'Andrew. "Ay, and up to same o' his bloody work, I'll lay nay life," the Master answered. "But Th' Oevd Un shall show us." The, old dog's hurts proved less se- vere than hail at first seemed possible. ,His good gray coat, forest -thick about his throat, had never served him in such good stead, And at length, the wo'u'nds washed and 'sewn up, he jumped down all in a hurry from the table and made for the door. • "Noo, owd lad, yo' may show us," said the Master, and, with Andrew, hurried after him down the hill, al- ong the stream, aftd over Langholm FTati•as neared the Stony ( . Andc they Bottom, the sheep, herding in groups, raised frightened heads to stare. Of a sudden a cloud of poisonous flies arose, buzzing, up before them; and there in a dimple of the ground Say a murdered sheep. Deserted by its comrades, the glazed eyes staring helplessly up'wlard, the throat horribly worried, it slept its'last sleepy The matter was plain to •see. At last the Black Killer had visited Keu- tnuir. "I guessed as much," said the Mas- ter, standing over the mangled body. "Well, it's the worst night's work eve er the Killer. done, I reck'n Th' Owd Un conte on him while he was at it; and then they fought. And ,ma, word! It ntuitn ha' bin a fight too." For all around were traces of that terrible struggle: the earth torn up and toss- ed, bracken uprooted, and throughout little dabs of wool and tufts of tawny hair, mingling with dark -stained iron - gray wisps.' Janes Moore walked slowly over the battle -'field, stooping down as though he were gleaning. And glean- ing he was. IA long time he bent so, - and at length raised himself, "The Killer has killed Itis last," he muttered; "Red Wall has taut his course:" Then, turning to Andrew: "Riot yo' home; lad, and fetch the men to carry yon away," pointing to the carcass, "And Rob, 'lad, yo'•ve done your work for to -day, and right well too; go yo'. home wi' him, I'm off to see to this'" He turned and crossed the 'Stony Bottom, His face was set like a rock. At length the proof was in his hand. Once and for all the hill -country should be rid of its scourge. As rhe stalked tip the lull, a dark head .appeared at his knee Two 'big grey eyes, hall doubting, ltaaf • wholly wistful, looked up at him, and "a silvery brush signalled" a mute request "Eh, Owd Un, but yo' should ha,' gone wd' Andrew," the blaster said. "Liolaiver, as y'o'• are here, conte 'al- ong." And hes strode arimay tip the hill,. gaunt and menacing, with the gray dog at his heels. As they ap;prorcched the house, M' - Adam was standing in the door, suck- ing his eternal twig. 'J'ames Moore eyed hint closely as he cense, but the sour face fr'am'ed in the door betrayed nothing. 'Sarcasm, surprise, challenge, were all writ there, plain to read; but n'o guilty ..consciousness of the o'ther's: errand, no s'torm.of ;passion to hide a fa'ilin'g heart, If it was acting it was splendidly done. I:As magi and dog pa'sse'd :thratrgh the gap in the hedge, 'the e:epres'sddat on the tittle man's face changed again. He started forward. "Janes Moore, as I li've!" he cried, and advanced wittti both hand's 'ex- tended, las though welcoming a long - lost brother. " 'Deed and i't's a weary while s'in' ye've hw•no;red my puir :hobbe," Anld in fact, it was nigh twen- ty years. "I tak' it gey kind in ye to took in on a lonely auld man. Come 'ben and let's ha' a crack. James Moore kens weel h'ao welcome he aye is in ma bit bi'ggin! " The Master ignored the .greeting, "Otte o' ria s'hee'p been killed back o' t' Dylce," he ann'outeced shoofly, jerking his tltunmb ower his shoulder. "The Killer?„ "The Kil'ler." The cordiality beaming in every wrinkie• of, the little man's face was absorbed itt a wondering interest;' and 'than -again gave place tosorrowful sympathy. "Dear, ,dear! it's come to that, has it—at las'!?" he said gently,and his eyes !wandered to the gray' dog and dwelt mourn'ful'ly upon . him. "Mau, lI'nt sorry—I canna tell ye I'm surp- rised. Maser, I kent it all slang. But gill Adam -'Aslant had tolyl ye, no ha' believed Minn Weal, weel,, he's lived his life, gin ony dog iver •did; and noo he mann gang where lee's sent a many before 'him. Puir moral. •puir tykel" He heaved a sigh, pro- foundly melancholy, tenderly sympa- thetic. Then, brightening up a little: "Yell ha' 'come for the gun?" antes Moore listened to this har- angue at first puzzled. Then he caught the, other's meaning, and his eyes flashed, "Ye food, _M'Adaml did ye hear iver tell o' a sheep -dog svorryin' his mas- ter's, sheep?" 'T'he little man was smiling and suaveagaino now, rubbing his hands : softly together. "Yre're right, I never d•id. But your dog is not as idler dogs—There's none like him—none,' I've heard ye say so yersel, mony a time, An' I'm 'wi' ye. There's :none like him—for devilment." Hs voice began to quiv- er and his face to blaze. "•It's his cursed sunning that's deceived ivory one but me—whelp 0' Satan that he isi" IIe shouldered up to his tall ad- versary. "If not him, wha else had done it?" he asked, looking, up into the o'ther's face as if daring him to speak. The Master's shaggy eyebrows lowered, Ile 'towered above the other like the -Muir Pise above its -sur- rounding hills, "Who, ye ask?" he replied coldly, "and I answer you. Your Red Wull. LlAd'ant, your Red Wull. It's your Red Wull's the B9a.ck Killer! It's your Wull's bin the plague o' the land these months pastl I't's your Wull's lcilled ma sheep .back 0'' yonl" At that all the little man's affected good humor fled. "Ye lee, front ye loot" he cried in a dreadful scream, dancing up to his ,an- tagonist. "1 Icnoo hoo'twacd be. I said so. I see what ye're at. Ye've found at last—blind that ye've been)—that it's yer air hell's tyke that's the Kil'1- er; and noo ye think by yer leein'int- Motions to throw the blame on ma Wullie. Ye rob me o' ma Cup, ye rob pie:. o' mea son, ye wrang me in 'lies thing; there's but ae thing left me-- Wullie, And noo ye're set on talcin' hint awa'. 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