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Bombshell's Brave Deed

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Parent Issue
Day
6
Month
March
Year
1896
Copyright
Public Domain
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While a gun was being loaded Boinbshell wonld sit on tbe parapet and watch the operation. Tbat finished, he would jnnip up and look out to sea over tbe range and then scamper down from the parapet and fullow us into the bonubproof. As usual, Bombshell was on hand to see the test of the new big gun. He superiutended the loading, and while 1 was airuing the gun he looked over the range as carefully as did the loukout, and from lus air of respunsibility one migbthave supposed that to him had been intrusted tlie duty of seeing that the range was clear. Bnt when we started for the bornbproof, instead of followingus, as was his eustoin, Bombshell remained on the parapet, looking out to sea and sniffing the air. In a moment he dashed off tlnough the bushes which covered the narrow beach between the parapet and the sea. Thongh thinking hie actions peculiar, I was sure that he wou ld not remain in front of the gun because he had done so once when quite young and inexperienced, and theburninggrains of powder, which are always thrown out by the blast of a gun, had buried themselves in his skin, burniug hiru badly. He had never forgotten this. Certain that he would take care of himself, I paid no further attention to him, but went with the others into the bombproof and took my place by the electric key ready to flre at the comraand of the captain. Just as the command "Fire!" was about to be given Bombshell reappeared on the parapet and began to bark furiously into the very muzzle of the gun. I called to him, but he would not corue. Annoyed at the delay of the test, I tried to catch him, but could not do so. As I approached he retreated, still barking and apparently urging me to follow him. Finally, convinced from the dog's actions that soinething was wrong, the electric wire was disconnected from the gun, and I followed Bombshell. Wagging his tail with joy at having accomplished his object, he led me through the underbrush to the beach. There, concealed behind a clump of bushes, were two little children quietly digging in the sand and entirely unconscions of the danger in which they had

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Ann Arbor Argus
Old News