“Meantime Uncle William’s shrieks had abated with his motion, and nothing was heard from him but long, low moans, and at long intervals my name, uttered in pleading tones exceedingly grateful to my ear.  Evidently the man had not the faintest notion of what was being done to him, and was inexpressibly terrified.  When Death comes cloaked in mystery he is terrible indeed.  Little by little my uncle’s oscillations diminished, and finally he hung motionless.  I went to him and was about to give him the coup de grace, when I heard and felt a succession of smart shocks which shook the ground like a series of light earthquakes, and turning in the direction of the ram, saw a long cloud of dust approaching me with inconceivable rapidity and alarming effect!  At a distance of some thirty yards away it stopped short, and from the near end of it rose into the air what I at first thought a great white bird.  Its ascent was so smooth and easy and regular that I could not realize its extraordinary celerity, and was lost in admiration of its grace.  To this day the impression remains that it was a slow, deliberate movement, the ram—­for it was that animal—­being upborne by some power other than its own impetus, and supported through the successive stages of its flight with infinite tenderness and care.  My eyes followed its progress through the air with unspeakable pleasure, all the greater by contrast with my former terror of its approach by land.  Onward and upward the noble animal sailed, its head bent down almost between its knees, its fore-feet thrown back, its hinder legs trailing to rear like the legs of a soaring heron.

“At a height of forty or fifty feet, as fond recollection presents it to view, it attained its zenith and appeared to remain an instant stationary; then, tilting suddenly forward without altering the relative position of its parts, it shot downward on a steeper and steeper course with augmenting velocity, passed immediately above me with a noise like the rush of a cannon shot and struck my poor uncle almost squarely on the top of the head!  So frightful was the impact that not only the man’s neck was broken, but the rope too; and the body of the deceased, forced against the earth, was crushed to pulp beneath the awful front of that meteoric sheep!  The concussion stopped all the clocks between Lone Hand and Dutch Dan’s, and Professor Davidson, a distinguished authority in matters seismic, who happened to be in the vicinity, promptly explained that the vibrations were from north to southwest.

“Altogether, I cannot help thinking that in point of artistic atrocity my murder of Uncle William has seldom been excelled.”

OIL OF DOG