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and went and drove the dog out of the room and down stairs, 
knocking him down once as the animal sprang for his breast. 
The dog took refuge under the adjoining frame house, also 
belonging to Stasser, a very dark place, and the officer shot 
at him twice, one report of his revolver being followed by a 
howl, as if a wound had been inflicted. The officer then got 
a long iron hook, and tried to draw the dog out, but could 
not succeed. The animal growled in a savage manner, and 
bit the hook several times. Not believing the dog danger¬ 
ous, and hoping the wound would prove mortal, McDonald 
nailed up the orifice by which he had crawled in, and left the 
animal to die. 
“ It seems that towards evening some one tore off one of 
the boards, and that some time during the night the dog got 
out; at least he was found in Stasser’s yard again on Wed¬ 
nesday morning, and Officer Graham was called upon to 
shoot him. Not having his revolver, he borrowed a small 
one, and, finding the dog at the head of the back stairs again, 
gave him a bullet. He saw blood on the dog’s breast, and 
knew that the bullet had struck him. The brute rolled down 
the steps, and ran round to the slaughter-house, and here was 
shot again. A crowd had by this time collected round, and 
the dog became alarmed and left his hiding-place, making a 
bite at Graham, and getting another of the little “pill” 
bullets in his side. He then ran off down the avenue, pur¬ 
sued by a crowd, and inflicted the damage published 
yesterday. 
“ After being beaten away from the boy Preston by Frank 
Shover, the dog ran through the fields until, entering the 
yard of James McGoldrich, half a mile off the Chicago Load, 
north side, where he nipped at McGoldrich’s horse. Crossing 
over to Mr. Carter’s yard, the dog sprang upon and bit 
Carter’s horse in the nose. After this he crossed to Wag¬ 
ner’s premises, and Wagner, arming himself with a well-pole, 
went at the dog and chased him away. The brute leaped 
the fence, and finally came upon the farm of William 
McDonald, in Greenfield, near the Springwells line, and was 
here killed by the farmer, who brought him down at the 
third shot from his revolver. 
“An hour before, Deputy-Sheriff Larkins, one of the pur¬ 
suers of the dog, mounted a horse and rode down the road, 
warning every one that the mad brute was travelling around, 
and in this way put everyone upon his guard. The boy 
Kanane had his bite attended to yesterday, and Carter’s 
horse was killed soon after being bitten. The affair has pro¬ 
duced much excitement in the city, and a number of dog- 
