Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 69, No. 427, May, 1851Various
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 69, No. 427, May, 1851
Various
England -- Periodicals; Scotland -- Periodicals
"Struck by such a strange circumstance, I called to the
overseer, who was quietly walking his horse up the avenue,
and told him. Quick as lightning, without giving an answer,
he struck his spurs into his horse's flank, and quicker than
I can write, he was on the spot. A noble palm of eighty feet
lay prostrate, cut through with an axe, and already minus its
glory, (its crown,) cut off for the cabbage. In vain, however,
did he look for the culprit, and shout. But in less than two
minutes, behold him back! 'White or black, I have him now!'
shouted he, as he and the dog scampered off again. One sniff
at the tree was enough for the bloodhound, and in five minutes
more the negro, for it was one belonging to the estate, was in
custody--uninjured by the dog, for his master was close on his
track. He was punished, but, I believe, not very severely."
Madame de Merlin, from whose graceful pages we have already quoted,
speaks at some length of these celebrated slave-hunting dogs, whose
strength and sagacity are as remarkable as their intense instinctive
aversion to runaway negroes. These seldom dare resist them, but when
they do, the contest is never long nor the victory doubtful. The dog
seizes the man by the ear and pulls him to the ground; having thus
daunted him, he suffers him to rise, and takes him home without further
injury.
"Yesterday," says Madame de Merlin, "three malefactors who had
devastated the environs of Marianao, at a short distance from
the Havana, and who had escaped from the pursuit of justice,
were brought in by two dogs. On arriving near the town, one of
the dogs, his jaws all bloody, his eyes glittering, remained on
guard over the prisoners; whilst his comrade, running to the
entrance of the town, howled, shook people by their clothes,
and indicated, by the most ingenious signs, the spot where the
captives were waiting. At last he made himself understood, and
guided the police to the place where the other dog, stanch to
his post, was guarding the malefactors, who lay half-dead upon
the grass. One of the unfortunate wretches had a broken jaw,
and all three had been grievously wounded in the conflict."
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