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by the wrist, threw him down, and was biting him savagely, 
when a farmer named Frank Shover, coming in with a load 
of wood, reached the spot, and, although seeing that the dog 
was mad, he leaped down and pounded the brute until he let 
go his hold. The animal let go only to make a dash at 
Shover, but was knocked down with the whip, and then got 
up and run off, still going west. When last heard from he 
had passed the Six-mile House, biting two more hogs, and 
had taken to the fields. 
“The boy was at once hurried home, and he was also 
brought into the city and had his wound dressed by a 
surgeon. Such an excitement as was raised by the passage 
of the dog along the road was not equalled by the Miller 
murder, and people coming in were full of the news. The 
hogs bitten, as well as the cow, were killed by their owners 
shortly after, and it is hoped that the remedies which the 
surgeons have adopted may prevent any serious results to 
the woman and lad.” 
“ \Wi January , 1872. 
“ Another Boy and a Horse bitten.—The Bog killed.—A 
long Chase. 
“ In regard to the painful excitement about the raid of the 
mad dog in Springwells Wednesday afternoon, an account of 
which was published yesterday, it has been ascertained 
that the animal bit a boy and created considerable com¬ 
motion before leaving the city. The brute was first heard 
of Tuesday afternoon, when he appeared on Porter Street, 
and bit a boy named Kanane, w r hose parents reside on 
that street, near Seventh, in the leg, inflicting a very pain¬ 
ful wound. The dog at this time did not exhibit any 
marked signs of hydrophobia, except that he snapped at 
Everything, and was unusually ferocious. 
“ The boy Kanane ran up on Michigan Avenue, following 
the dog until meeting with Officer McDonald. The dog had 
then run into the yard of Jacob Stasser, at the corner of 
Twelfth and Michigan Avenue, a butcher, better known as 
“Butcher Jake.” Here the brute passed round the rear 
of the house to a pair of stairs, which he ran up, and drove 
the family out of doors or into other rooms, and then took 
refuge in a bedroom. McDonald did not know that the dog 
was mad, and opened the door to shoot him. Learning that 
some children had shut themselves up in the room below, 
and fearing that the ball would go through the floor and 
do them injury, he put up his revolver, picked up a chair, 
