| Author: | A. W. Tozer | ISBN: | 1230001924732 |
| Publisher: | CrossReach Publications | Publication: | September 21, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | A. W. Tozer |
| ISBN: | 1230001924732 |
| Publisher: | CrossReach Publications |
| Publication: | September 21, 2017 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
IN my boyhood days almost every farming community had its dog with-a-bad-name that got blamed for every dead lamb and missing chicken for miles in all directions and that trotted a precarious path between starvation and a more sudden and violent death at the hands of some irascible farmer who knew without investigation what had killed his hen or mauled his sheep the night before.
The old hound might have been and probably was asleep under the corncrib when the bloody deed was done, but he got the blame nevertheless and only managed to stay alive: by discreetly being somewhere else when the outraged husbandman arrived with fire in his eye and the safety catch off his shooting iron.
Maybe the sly old rascal was not quite as harmless as he looked. but he certainly wasn't to blame for everything. He just couldn't get around that fast. And his innocence was later partially established by the fact that after he had died of old age and loneliness the barnyard depredations continued throughout the countryside as before. So he got a grudging posthumous verdict of not guilty on a few counts after it was too late to do him any good.
IN my boyhood days almost every farming community had its dog with-a-bad-name that got blamed for every dead lamb and missing chicken for miles in all directions and that trotted a precarious path between starvation and a more sudden and violent death at the hands of some irascible farmer who knew without investigation what had killed his hen or mauled his sheep the night before.
The old hound might have been and probably was asleep under the corncrib when the bloody deed was done, but he got the blame nevertheless and only managed to stay alive: by discreetly being somewhere else when the outraged husbandman arrived with fire in his eye and the safety catch off his shooting iron.
Maybe the sly old rascal was not quite as harmless as he looked. but he certainly wasn't to blame for everything. He just couldn't get around that fast. And his innocence was later partially established by the fact that after he had died of old age and loneliness the barnyard depredations continued throughout the countryside as before. So he got a grudging posthumous verdict of not guilty on a few counts after it was too late to do him any good.
