Saved By His Dog

Henry Miller carne as near losing his life near Greggs, 111, this fall as a man coulil and still escape, and it was only :■; to the aagacity of his dog that he eeaped death, says an exchango. Miller went out one morning in search of nuts, taking his dog with him. When he alighted from tho train he proceedea to a walnut grove two miles south ot Greggs. After filling his sack he espied a woodchuck on a neighboring side hill and, shooting at it, ran it into its hole. ng his dog on guard ho went to the house of Jacob Meyer, a mile distant, and borrowed a shovel with which to dig the animal from its burrow. ililler soon dug a deep pit in the side of the hill, when suddenly a portion of the overhanging bank gave way and bin-ied him under a half ton of gravel. Fortunately his face was not covered and he was able to breathe, but ha v;as so weighted down it was im,1e to move a muscle. He shouted ir aid until he was hoarse and was about to give up in despair when he thought of his dog. Calling the faithful beast, he bade him dig. The dog seemed to comprehend and scratched gravel so zealously that at the end of half an hour Miller was able to move one arm and roon succeeded in escaping from his position. He was so thoroughly frightened he looi; the first train back to the city. Before leaving he refused an offer of $50 for the dog.