Uncle Dick and Lisa's Old Time Animal Tales

About nine weeks since, Mr. John T. Cookson, foreman in the foundry of Mr. Semple was attacked and bitten in several places by a dog, as he was returning to his home about nine o’clock in the evening. He felt no serious effects from these bites till last Sunday, night when he was unable to sleep. He continued to work each day, though unable to sleep at night, until Thursday, when he told Mr. Semple that he felt quite unwell, and could not drink water. On Thursday, night he was at times in great pain in his head and side, but refused to let his wife call a doctor till yesterday morning. Physicians were then called, and he was bled; chloroformed, administered, etc; but his agony was indescribable, till half-past one in the afternoon, when he died. He was conscious all the time, but seemed to have the idea of biting in his mind as he repeatedly told them around him that he should not bite them, that he was not a bulldog. He would roll on the floor, walk the room, lay on the bed, go up and down stairs,lay down and roll in the yard, and make every change to obtain relief, but all in vain. The pain appeared to be in his head and side, with retching of the stomach and, useless efforts to vomit. Mr. Cookson was an Englishman, and had been, in this country nearly seven years. He was an industrious energetic man and leaves a wife and two or three small children. [Cincinnati Gazette.