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The Reign of Law; a tale of the Kentucky hemp fields by James Lane Allen
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broken dreams. And now the barn was in an uproar; and the dog,
chained at his kennel behind the house, was howling, roaring to get
loose. Would he never waken? Would the tragedy which he himself had
unwittingly planned and staged be played to its end without his
hearing a word? (So often it is that way in life.) At last, as one
who has long tugged at his own sleep, striving to rend it as a
smothering blanket and burst through into free air, he sat up in
bed, confused, listening.

"Dogs!" he exclaimed, grinding his teeth.

He was out of bed in an instant, groping for his clothes. It seemed
he would never find them. As he dressed, he muttered remorsefully
to himself:--"I simply put them into a trap."

When he had drawn on socks, boots, and trousers, he slipped into
his overcoat, felt for his hat, and hurried down. He released the
dog, which instantly was off in a noiseless run, and followed,
buttoning the coat about him as he went: the air was like ice
against his bare, hot throat. Another moment and he could hear the
dogs fighting. When he reached the door of the shed and threw it
open, the flock of sheep bounded out past him in a wild rush for
the open. He stepped inside, searching around with his foot as he
groped. Presently it struck against something large and soft close
to the wall in a corner. He reached down and taking it by the legs,
pulled the sheep out into the moonlight, several yards across the
snow: a red track followed, as though made with a broad dripping
brush.

David stood looking down at it and kicked it two or three times.
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