A Charlotte [N. C.] special of a recent date to the Chicago Inter Ocean says:
    A very remarkable occurrence at Shoeheel, a small town between this city and Wilmington, has just stirred up the whole section of country contiguous thereto. Mr. William D. Baldwin, a highly respectable citizen, was returning, Saturday night, from a trip on horseback to the country, when on nearing the town about midnight he was furiously attacked by a pack of fifteen or twenty dogs. They bit the horse he was riding, caught the bridle in their teeth, pulled the stirrups from Mr. baldwin’s feet, and made frantic efforts to tear him from the saddle. Finding that he could not scare them off, he put spurs to his horse for his life, followed by the yelping, barking, biting pack of curs, into the heart of the town, their glaring eyes and protruding tongues proclaiming them bent upon his destruction. The citizens were aroused, and came to Mr. Baldwin’s rescue with guns and pistols, and the infuriated brutes were compelled to take to the woods, where they remained until Sunday, attacking and killing grown cattle. By that time the excitement had greatly increased, and the danger was so manifest that the Shoeheel Ridge, the military company of that place, were called out to hunt the dogs, the people of the neighborhood joining in the pursuit, and after a whole day spent in the effort, the pack was broken up, many of the dogs being killed. The curious part about the whole story is that the dogs belonged to people in and around Shoeheel, and no one has yet been able to explain their conduct or to account for their combination. Hydrophobia was suggested, but those who witnessed their behavior say that it was not such as to justify this theory.
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