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the earth that separated him from the being he had 

 served. His powers, however, here gave way ; he 

 shrieked iu his struggles, and at last ceased to breathe, 

 with his last look turned upon the grave." 



A Scotch grazier, named Archer, having lost his way, 

 and being benighted, at last got to a lone cottage ; where, 

 on his being admitted, a dog who had left Archer's house 

 four years before recognised him immediately, fawned 

 upon him, and when he retired followed him into the 

 chamber where he was to lie, and there by his gesture in- 

 duced him narrowly to examine it. This Archer did suf- 

 ficiently to assure himself that he was in the house of 

 murderers. Kendered desperate by the terrors of his 

 situation, he burst into the room where the banditti 

 were assembled, and wounded his insidious host by a 

 pistol shot. In the confusion which the sudden ex- 

 plosion occasioned he opened the door, and, notwith- 

 standing he was fired at, accompanied by his dog Brutus, 

 exerted all the speed which danger could call forth, until 

 daylight 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, 

 with 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 the neck ; and although not dead, 

 had been by the Avi-etches 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. 



