Sentinel of the valley. [volume] (Woodstock, Va) 1841-1848, 1845-06-26
THE FRENCHMAN'S DOG,
Or a Dose administered By the Doctor

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There is a class of men in this worlt
who Cor the most trivial cause, bluste
and look big. They are of the Bol
Acres school, and can swagger ans
swear they can kill or have killed a do
zen men a day; but once test thei
metal, and like the valiant Bob, thei
courage oozes out at their fingers ends
Let one Of them be but met with bolt
front, and like the~friend of William
Patterson, so far from evincing a de.
sire to inaict speedy personal chastise.
ment, he is apt to become laudatory o.
the action at which he first affected tc
take offence.
We will, as lawyers say,qnote case
N point. Yesterday, about the time
the clock tolled three, Dr.. - and two
friends entered the Blue Dial Restau-
rant with the view of dining there
Simultaneously with them, there enter
ed a fierce looking Frenchman, with a
face all beard and a military frock all
buttons. He was accompanied by a
dog; cur of the lowest degree. The
animal happened to come in contact
with the Doctors legs, and from his
position there he turned up his snout
and gave snarl at the great medicine
man. which the latter promptly repaid
with kick that sent the canine intru-
der away yelping under his masters
legs, who, by this time, had taken his
seat at one of the small tables.
Ha saw how the Doctors foot had
been applied to the posteriors of his
favorite dog, and how the latter calling
on him to avenge, as it were, the blow,
sought for safety and for succor behind
his chair. His first impulse seemed to
be 10 spring On the doctor, who, by the
way, though made of the sternest stuff,
is not Samson in appearance; but a
moments reflection appeared to dis
suade him from carrying outhis design.
lie was, however, evidently far from
being satisfied with things as they
We're. He knocked the end of his
cane violently against the ground, hur-
riedly stroked his beard, looked COM
passionately on the dog, and revenge
fully on the doctor, and seemed by all
his gestures, fully bent on nursing his
wrath, to keep it warm
The doctor all this time, took but
little notice of him; his dinner over, he
settled the bill for himself and two
friends, and was near the door on his
way out, when he was slapped from
behind on the shoulder. He turned
round and there stood the enraged
Frenchman. He looked at the doctor
and the doctor scowled at him as fero-
ciously as if he were about to amputate
his arm or leg.
The F'renchman, giving a twirl to
his cane, said, what for you kick my
dog, eh' You know me one man of
honor-shall have de satisfaction for
my dog at de ten pace duel, eh;'
i don't know who you are, nor do |
care what you are said the DOCTOR
| only know that kicked your dog,
and am anxious to know what you
havo got to say about it''
The Frenchman knit his brows, be-
gan to raise and compress his lids, put
his cane quietly under his arm, and
coolly replied:
4 have got dis one ting to say, mon
sieur-dat ! have one vera large dog
at home, dst would positive bite if yo,
kick him!'
The Frenchman took a pinch Of
snAf, politely touched his hat, and
walked ont. The, doctor and his
friendsSfollowed, impressed with the
belief t4at it is byno means as danger
Gus to Kick some Frenchmen's dogs as
i. wo9ld seem 70 be.-~N. g. PEG
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