Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1852-11-18
JOE PRINTING
A Remarkable Dog Fight.
OR. FRoGTowN IN A GRAND FURoRE


BY FALCoNBRIDGE.
Who ever saw a dog fight, without cur
iosity to see it out, go in-put in word
get excited, and not unfrequently fight
also! We have no distinct recollection Of
having ever seen a serious, regular pitch
ed battle between two dogs, without a
general fight among the by-standers, or a
scrimmage between the owners Of the an
imals, at least.
But the most remarkable dog fight on
record, perhaps, came off at Frogtown, on
the frontiers of Maine, some years ago
1t beat all p2ll1lg muses. of the kind we
ever heard of; it engrossed the entire COM
munity in one general and indiscriminate
mselee-interminable lawsuits or S,titS of
distraction ofthe town, its down
fall and ruin!
A fanciful genius named Joe Tucker,
man about town-a lounger-without WIS.,
ible means of support-and ado-nothing,
loafing, cigar-smoking, good-naturei sort
Of fellow-owned yellowdog; slicb, in-
telligent and rather pretty beast, always
at Joe's heels, and known as well as his
master, and liked far more, by the Frog
towners. One day, Joe and his dog were
passing BuniOns grocery store, when
great piebald, ugly-looking dog, standing
alongside Of a wood wagon, pounCed on
to Joe fuckers dog-knocked him heels
over head, and so frightened Bob Cartar's
wife-Who was passing towards her hus-
bands blacksmith shop, with his dinner,
that she stumbled back ards, and her old
sun bunnet Topping of scared the horse
attached to the wood wagon. He started
hit Latherem's barber pole-upset the
load of wood, half of which, falling down
Gumbo'S rafreshment cellar. struck one
of Gumbo's children on the head, killed it
for time, stone dead; and SO alarmed
Mrs. Gumbo, that she dropped a stew
pan of hot broilling oysters into the lap,
instead of the dish, of a cusomer, who sat
waiting for the savory concoction-by a
table in the corner. Mrs. Gumbo rushed
to the child-the customer for the door
Mrs. Gumbo screamed, the child screech-
cd, and the customer yelled.
SO, no ho-h-h-h-h, my poor child p
cried Mrs. Gumbo.
"Eb, eh, e-e-e-e-e-e-e!" screamed the
child.
30, Murder-r-r o, by everlasting sin,
I'm scalded to all eternity! Murder
FRI" roared the customer.
The horse, a part of the wagon, and
some of the wood, went on their mad
career. The owner of The strange dog
came out of the store just in time to see
Joe Tucker seize a rock, to demolish said
dog; and not waiting to see Joe "Iet
drive" gave him such pop on the back
of the ear, that poor Joe fell forty rods
up the street, and striking the foot of a
long ladder, upon which Jim Elderberry
was perched-paint pot in handsome
thirty feet from terra frma, brought lad
der, Jim and paint pot sprawling to the
earth-crippling poor Jim for life, and
sprinkling the blue paint cOpiOusly over
the broadcloths, satients and calicoes of
Abraham Miller, formal and eventem-
pered quaker, who ran out to the door,
just as the two dogs had fairly gone at it
hip and thigh-nip and catch. A
glance at matters seemed to convince A
oraham OF the true state of the case; and
IN an unusually elevated voice, Abraham
called out to Joe Tucker, who had right
edup-
"Joseph Tucker, thy dogs fghting!"
"Let 'em fight it out" yelled the pug
naclOus owner of the strange dog. "Let-
EN- fight it out; III bet load of wood,
S my dog can eat any dog in the town, and
1 can eat the owuer!p