Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription THE LITTLE DOG. 349
on the conductor won't see Churry, and he won't say nothing
of he does.'� You think so V
I does.'"' Well, hand him up here. I'll try it.'� And, with the words, the insignificant little monster, of gray
complexion and curly tail, was handed into the window of the
car, and carefully snuggled up in the shawl of Miss Sallie. Soon
we were under way. Soon the conductor made his appear-
ance and received his dues. If he saw the dog, he was civil
enough not to seem to see. For a few miles, the puppy and the
damsel went on quietly enough. But Churrybusco became impa-
tient finally of his wrappings in the mantle, and he scrambled
out, first upon the seat, then upon the floor of the car. Anon,
we stopped for a moment at some depot, where twenty-two
barrels of turpentine were piled up ready for exportation. Here
Churrybusco made his way to the platform, and, just as the car
was moving off, a clumsy steerage passenger, stepping from one
car to another, tumbled the favorite from the platform upon the
track. Very terrible and tender was the scream of the young
"'Churrybusco ! Churrybusco ! He's killed ! lie's killed !'� But the whining and yelping puppy soon showed himself
running with all his little legs in pursuit of the train, and bow-
wowing with pitiful entreaty as he ran.
"'Stop the car ! stop the car!' cried the young lady to the
conductor passing through.
Stop li�i !' was the horrid answer of the ruffian.
� The lady sobbed and begged, but the obdurate monster was
not to be moved by her entreaties. The damsel was whirled
away, weeping all the while. If you ask tradition, it will prob-
ably tell you that the pup has kept on running to this day, on
his stumps, as the fellow fought in the old English ballad. The
whole scene was very pathetic�after a fashion. Now, that is
the most tragic adventure that I ever had in North Carolina."� You may find others more tragical," quoth our North-Caro-
linian, significantly, if you travel frequently on that route, and
use your tongue as freely as you do here."
We soon got back to the traditions of the great deep �its