Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1852-11-18
We have said, Abraham Miller was a


But the gauntlet thrown down by the
burly stanger from the country, stirred
the gall of Abraham, and he rushed into
his store. From the back yard-having
slipped his collar---Abraham brought
forth brindle cur-long, strong and all
powerful
"Friend," said the excited quaker,
"thy dog shall be well beaten, Ipromise
thee! Hike! seize upon him. Turk
here boy" and the dog went at it.
BOB Carter, the smith, coming up in
time to hear the strangers defiance to the
town, and bent on fight with somebody,
for the insult and damage to his wife,
clamped the collar Of the stranger, and by
a series of ten pound tens, upon the face
and back and sides of his bully antagonist,
with his natural sledge hammers-Bob
stirred up the strength and ire of the bull
ly stranger to the top ofhis compass, and
they made the sparks fly dreadfully!
Joe fuckers dog, reinforced by that
of Ab'm. Miller's, took fresh start, and
between the two, the strange dog was be-
ing cruelty put to his trumps!-Deaeon
Pugh, one of the most sedate and sub
stantial and pious men in Frogtown, came
up, and indeed the whole town was as
sembling-and Deacon Pugh, armed with
his heavy walking stick, and shocked at
the spectacle before him, marched up to
the gogs, exclaiming as he did so:
'Fie, fe, for shame; disgraceful-you
men, citizens of FrOgtown, will you stand
by and"
Don't thee, don't the strike my dog,
Deacon Pugh!' cried Abraham Miller,
advancing upon the deacon, who was a
bout to cut, right and left, among the
dogs, with his cane.
Your dogs shouted the deacon, with
evident fervor.
Not my dogs, Deacon Pugh, echoed the
speaker.
What did you SAY SO for, them shout
ed the deacon.
4 never said dogs, Deacon Pugh.'
You did, responded the deac on, with
excitement.
Thee speaks groundlessly, Deacon
Pugh" said the quaker,
you tell falsehood, Abraham Miller!'
thee utters a mendacious assertion
reiterated Abraham.
You-you-y0u tell az Internal He!'
brawled the deacon.
'Thee hast provoked my vile passions,
Deacon Pugh,' shouted the stalwart quak-
er, 'and Twill chastise theen
And into the deacon's wool went the
quaker. The deacon, nothing 10th, en-
tered into the spirit Of the thing, and we
leave them thus nip and tuck to look to
the stranger and Bob Carter, who fit,
fought, fought and fit, until Squire Catch
en- and the town constable came up; and
in their attempt to preserve the peace and
arrest the offenders, the squire was thrust
through the windoV Of a neighboring
matchmaker, doing a heap of damage,
while Lawyer Hooker, in attempting to
aid the constable, was hit, in mistake,
by the furious blacksmith in the short
ribs, and went reeling down Gumbo's eel
lar with frightful velocity! The friends
and fellow-churchmen of Deacon Pugh
took sides against the quaker antagonist,
and the shopboys of Abraham, seeing
their employer thus beset, came to the
rescue, while brace of stray Irishmen
full Of valor and whiskey, believing it
to be "a free fight, tried their hands and
sticks upon the combatants indiscrimina-
tely; so that in less than an hour, the quiet
and happy borough of Frogtown was
shaken from its propriety, by one grand,
sublimely ridiculous and terrific battle.-
Heads aud windows were smashed-chil-
dren and women ran, screeched and
screamed-dogs barked-dust few-la-
Dor ceased, and so furiuos, mad and ex-
cited became the whole community, that
quiet loeker-on, if there had been any
would have sworn h- had broken
loose and the devils were in Frogtown.-
A heavy thunder storm, finally, put an
end to the row; the dogs were all more
or less killed, child severely wounded,
a man scalded, wagon broken, the horse
ran himself to death, his owner was beaten
awfully by Bob Carter, whose wife and
the wives of many others were dangerous
ly scared; the painter was crippled, dry