Washington telegraph., 1852-10-27
Dog Fight i'm FrOgtoryn.

perhaps. came off at Frogtown, on the from
tiers of Maine some years ago 1t beats all
| ping muses. of the kind we ever heard of,
it engrossed the entire community in one
/ general indjscriminate melee-mterminable
lawsuits or suits of lawsuits--distractio of
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a fanciful genius named Joe Tucker, a
! man about town a lounger, without visible
means of support, do-nothing loafing, cigar
smoking sort OF fellow-owned yellow dog;
a slick, intelligent. and rather pretty beast,
! always at Joe's heels, and known as we'll as
his master, and liked far more, by the
Frogtowners. One day, Joe and his doc
were passing Bunionss grocery store, when
a great piebald, ugly looking dog, standing
alongside oif wood wagon, bounced on to
Joe fuckers dog-knocked him heels over
head an SO frightened Bob Carter's wife
who was passing towards her husbands
black smith shop with his dinner-that she
stumbled back ards and her old sun bonnet
Topping Off scared the horse attached to the
wood wagon. He started-hit Lathercm's
barbor pole-upset the load of wood, half
OF which falling down Cumbo's refreshment
the head, killed it for a time stone dead, and
so alarmed Mrs. Gumbo, that she dropped
stewpan of hot, boiling oysters into the lap,
instead of the dish, OF customer. who sat
waiting for the savory conc oction, by a table
in the corner. Mr.. Gumbo rushed to the
cbiid--the customer for the door! Mrs.
Gumbo screamed, the child stretched, and
the customer yelled.
30, oh! oh-h-h-h-h, my poor child ~
cried hlrs. Gmnbo.
"hh, Ell, e-c-e-e-e-e-e-c :" screamed the
child
ooh, murier-r-rn O, by everlasting
sin, I'm scalded to all eternity Murder !
r-r-r-ri"' roared the customer
The horse, p7at of the wagon, and same
Of the wood. were 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 Gomolish the strange dog,
and not waiting to see joe "let drive" gave /,
hS9r poo Joe fell forty rods sup up the 'h stree; 2 and
striking JuU nov % lons ladder, upon |
which Jim E!dcrbury was perchod, paint
pot in hand, some thirty feet from terra
lirma-- brought ladder, Jim and paint pot
sprawling to the earth-crippling poor Jim
for life, and sprinkling the blue paint copi
ously over the broadcloths, satinetts and
calicoes of Abraham Miller, formal and
even tempered Quaker, who ran out to the
door, just as the two dogs had fairly gone at
it-hip and thielI--nip and catch. y glance
;lt matters seemed to convince Abraham of
the true state of the case; and III an unusu-
ally elevated voice, Abraham called out to
Joe Tucker, who had righted up
Joseph Tucker, thy dogs fighting"
Let em fight it OUT ~ replied the pugna-
cious owner Of the strange dog 'Lot 'em
fight it out LII bet load of wood, my dog
can eat any dog IN town, and | can eat the
owner"
We have said Abraham Miller was
mild man Qualiers are proverbially So
But the gauntlet thrown down by the burly
stranger from the country, stirred the gall
of Abraham, and he rushed into the store,
from the back yard having slipped his col
Jar, Abraham brought forth a brindle cur,
long. strong, and all powerful.
Friend said the excited Quaker, 'thy
dog shall be well beaten, promise thee !
Hike, sczes 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, clasp
ed She collar Of the stranger, and by a Sc
ries 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 bully strangers,
to the top of his compass, and they made
the sparks fly dreadfully.
Joe fuckers dog, reinforced by that Of
Abraham Miller's took fresh start, and
between the tive, the strange dog was being
cruelty put to his trumps. Deacon Pugh,
one of the most sedatc and substantial, and
pious men in Frogtown, came up, and in-
deed the whole town was assembling-and
Deacon Pugh armed with his heavy walking
stick, and shocked at the spectacle before
him, marched up to the dog exclaiming as
he did so:
''Fie, fie, for shame disgraceful you
men; citizens of Frogtown, viii you stand
by and
Don't thee, don't thee strike my dog,
Deacon Pughn' cried Abraham Miller, ad,
vancng upon The Deacon, who was about 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 then?" shouted
the Deacon.
II never said dogs, Deacon Pugh."
sYou didn' responded the Deacon, with
excitement.
Deacon Pugh, thee speaks groundlessly, y