he terrors of his situation, he
burst into the room where the banditti were assembled, and wounded his
insidious host by a pistol-shot; and in the confusion which the sudden
explosion occasioned, he opened the door; and, notwithstanding he was
fired at, accompanied by his dog Brutus, exerted all the speed which
danger could call forth until daylight, which enabled him to perceive
a house, and the main road, at no great distance. Upon his arrival at
the house, and telling the master of it his story, he called up some
soldiers that were there quartered, and who, by the aid of the dog,
retraced the way back to the cottage. Upon examining the building a
trap-door was found, which opened into a place where, amongst the
mangled remains of several persons, was the body of the owner, who had
received the shot from the grazier's pistol in his neck; and although
not dead, had been, by the wretches his associates, in their quick
retreat, thrown into this secret cemetery. He was, however, cured of
his wound, delivered up to justice, tried, and executed.[A]

A merchant had received a large sum of money; and being fatigued with
riding in the heat of the day, had retired to repose himself in the
shade; and upon remounting his horse, had forgotten to take up the bag
which contained the money. His dog tried to remind his master of his
inadvertency by crying and barking, which so surprised the merchant,
that, in crossing a brook, he observed whether the dog drank, as he
had his suspicions of his being mad; and which were confirmed by the
dog's not lapping any water, and by his increased barking and howling,
and at length by his endeavouring to bite the heels of the horse.
Impressed with the idea of the dog's madness, to prevent further
mischief, he discharged his pistol at him, and the dog fell. After
riding some distance with feelings that will arise in every generous
breast at the destruction of an affectionate animal, he discovered
that his money was missing. His mind was immediately struck that the
actions of the dog, which his impetuosity had construed into madness,
were only efforts to remind him of his loss. He galloped back to where
he had fired his pistol; but the dog was gone from thence with equal
expedition to the spot where he had reposed. But what were the
merchant's feelings when he perceived his faithful dog, in the
struggles of death, lying by the side of the bag which had been
forgotten! The dog tried to rise, but his s