A little hound dog, belonging to Mack Hodges, crossed the railroad track yesterday morning about 10 o’clock in a happy Sunday jaunt, little realizing the approaching dangers that might come his way.
The little care free puppy started to make his way across the track, hesitated as he reached the middle, switched around, dug his nose in the ground in true dog style, and a moment later was dead.
The wheels of the big engine on the north bound freight train had crushed the life out of the helpless little animal hardly before he had even dreamed that the train was on the track. The body was crushed in two by the front wheels of the huge engine.
From the front page of the Dunn Dispatch, July 26, 1921
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