Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1854-08-24
EVENING STAR.
DOG FIGHT IN FRoefowE

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There is an excellent moral in the fol
lowing story, which is told with Crca
skill. 1t shows us how a whole VILLAGE
or whole CHURCH, is sometimes torn Z
pieces by fight between two dogs
The most remarkable dog fight on rec
ord came off at Frogtown, on the frontie
OF Maine, some years ago. 1t engrosse,
The entire community in one genera
melee, interminable lawsuits, or suits o
lawsuits, distraction Of the town, it
downfall and ruin, ....-.. .....-.''...
A fanciful genius named Joe Tucker
a man about town, 8 lounger withou
visible means Of support, a do-nothinr.
loving, cigar smoking, good-natured fel
iow-owned a dog, slick, intelligent
and rather pretty beast. always at joe.
heels, and known as well as his master
and liked far more by the Fiogtowners
One day Joe and his dog were passing
Bunlons grocery store, when great pie.
bald, ugly looking dog, standing along.
side of wood wagon, bounded ON to JOE
Tucker's dog, knocked him heels over
head, and so frightened Bob Carter wife,
who was then passing towards her hus-
bands blacksmith shop with his dinner.
that she. stumbled backwards, and her
old sunbonnet Hopping off. scared the
horse attached to the wagon. He started,
hit Latherem's barber-pole, upset the
load Of wood, half of which falling down
Gumbos refreshment cellar struck one OF
Gumbo's children On the head, killing It
for time stone dead, and so alarmed
Mrs. GumbO that she dropped q stew.pan
OF boiling-hos oysters into the lap of a
customer, who sat, waiting for the savo-
ry concoction, by table in the corner.
Mrs. Gumboi rushed for the child-the
customer for the door; Mrs. Gumbo
screamed-the child screamed-and the
Customer yelled
"0h, oh, oh, my poor child :" cried
Mrs. Gumbo. ..- .- o. -
"Eh, eh, e-e-e-e-e" screamed the
child. sa-sr-. ..,s.2.e-- H. : s-st,1
"Oh, murder-r-r-r.. O. nv eyerlast.
ing sin, I'r called to all eternity. Nur.
derr-r :" Dared the customer.
The hol sc, and part of wagon, and
some of the wood, were on their mad ca /.
recr. The owner of the st range dog
came out Of the store, just in dmo to see
Joe Tucker seize rock to demolish the
savage dog: and not waiting to see Joe
let drive gave him such pop ON the
back, that poor Joe fell forty rods up the
street, and striking the foot of long
ladder, upon which Jim Elderberry' was
perched, paint pot in hand, some thirty
feet from terra frma, brought ladder,
Jim and paint pot sprawling on the
earth, crippling poor Jim for life, and
sprlnkllng blue paint copiousiy over the
broadclOtns, satinetts, and calicoes of
Abraham Miller, formal and even tenn
pered Quaker, who ran out to the door,
just as the two dogs had gone fairly at
1t, hip and thigh, nip and catch. A
glance at matters seemed to convince
Abraham OF the true state of the case;
and III an unusually elevated voice be
called out to Joe Tucker, who had righted
up - 80 l.
"Joseph Tucker, thy dogs fighting. ,"
Let 'em fight it out, yelled the pug
nacious owner Of the strange dog. LET
'em fight it out-I'll bet load of wood
my dog can eat any dog in town, and L
can eat the owner" y. e,-,...t. r, d.
We have said Abraham Miller was a
mild man; Quakers are proyerbially SO.
But the gauntlet thrown down by the
stranger from the country, stirred the
gall of Abraham, and he rushed into the
store; from the back yard, having Slip
ped his collar, Abraham brought forth a
brindle cur, Strong, long, and powerful.
Friend" said the excited Quaker,
"thy dog shall be well beaten, promise
thee. Hike! seize upon him. Tuck.
here bow" and the dog went at it.
Bob Carter, the smith, coming I'D in
time to hear the strangers defiance to the
town, and bent on fight with some
body, for the insult and damage to his
wife, clamped the collar of the stranger,
and by series Of ten pounds ten upon
the face, back, and sides of his burly an
tagonist, with his natural sledge ham,
merS, Bob stirred up the strength and ire
OF the bully stranger to the top Of his
compass, and they made the spars Nv
dreadfully. ''tl. .- '.- .e'se
Joe fuckers dog, reinforced by that
Of Abraham Miller, took fresh start.
and between the two the strange dog was
being cruelty put to his trumps. Deacon,
Pugh, one of the most pious and substan-.
tial 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 spec
tacle before him, marched up to the dogs,
exclaiming as he did So :. p,
''Fie, fie, fe, for shame ! disgraceful !!
you men, citizens of Frogtown, will you
stand by, and"
Don't thee, don't thee strike my dog,
Deacon Pugh ~ cried Abraham Miller,
advancing to the Deacon, who was about
to cut right and left among the dogs with
his cane.
Your dogs!'' shouted the Deacon,
with evident feryor. .- -.
"Not my dogs, Deacon Pugh y echoed
the Quaker. .-...'.-.'.'.-. -...s'aas