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toward her, and she saw that he was apparently suffering 
with hydrophobia, his jaws snapping together every moment 
and his mouth being covered with a greenish froth. She 
screained and ran for the house, but had not taken ten steps 
when the mad brute seized her by the thigh and threw her 
down. Two or three persons who witnessed the attack 
shouted and ran toward the dog, when, tearing once or twice 
at the woman's clothing, he ran off down the road. As there 
was no doubt of the dog's madness, the woman was brought 
into the city to a surgeon as speedily as possible, and had the 
wound attended to. The teeth of the brute made a wound 
nearly four inches long and quite deep. 
“ Passing along a few rods below Desens', the dog ran into 
a yard and seized and threw down a hog belonging to a man 
named Crimmins, and chased a boy so closely that the lad 
had barely time to get into the house before the dog jumped 
against the door. He then ran round to a window and was 
for three or four minutes seemingly determined to jump 
through the sash, but finally went away. 
“ Leaving the road, the dog ran down the road until coming 
to a cow, which he flew at and bit severely several times. At 
this time several men were in chase, and two or three shots 
were fired at the dog, but he paid not the least attention. The 
men were afraid to follow him too closely, and made pursuit in 
the fields to have the fences as a protection. 
“ After leaving the vicinity of the brickyard the dog en¬ 
countered no one until coming up with a Miss Susan Martin, 
a teacher in the Springwells school. She heard the shouts 
of the men, saw the dog, and ran to the side of the road to 
avoid him. But the dog rushed at her, jumped for her throat, 
and pushed her down, fastening his teeth in her shawl only. 
He made one or two snaps at her arm and face, but finally 
ran off down the road, which was full of children going home 
to dinner. The escape of the teacher was almost miracu¬ 
lous, the brute leaving froth on her clothing and dragging 
her shawl clean off. More men here joined in the pursuit, 
and by shouting to the children the road was soon cleared, 
the beast travelling very slowly, and several times halting 
and turning, as if to attack his pursuers. 
“ At length, striking a rapid pace, the brute passed half 
a mile further west, and came upon a boy named John 
Preston, only son of a Springwells farmer of that name. 
The lad, who is about twelve years old, was sliding on 
the ice at the side of the road, and upon seeing that the 
dog was going to attack him, became frightened and con¬ 
fused, and did not attempt to escape. The dog seized him 
