The western Democrat. [volume] (Charlotte, N.C.) 1852-1870, 1856-02-26
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A REMARKABLE DOG FIGHT.
Or
FI0g.TOVvn in a grand EurOre

!
We have ne distinct recollection of having
ever seen serious regular pitched battle
between tive dogs, without general fight
among the by-standers, or a scrimmage
between the owners of the animals 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 play muses. of the kind we ever
heard of; it engrossed the entire comnu-
nifty in one general and indiscriminnte melee
-interminable law suits or Suits of law
suits-distraction of the town, its downfall
and ruin!
A fanciful genius named Joe Tucker, Q
man about town. lOunger-without Tisi-
bic means of support-a do notf ing, loating,
cigar smoking, good natured sort of fellow
owned yellow dog; q slick, Intelligent
and rather pretty beast. always at Joe's
heels, and known as well as his master, and
liked far more by the Frogtowners, One
| day Joe and his dog were passing Bunion's
grocery store, when great piebald ugly
looking dog, standing alongside of o wood
wagon, pOunced on Joe fuckers dog
| knocked him heels over head, and so
! frightened Bob Carriers wife-whO was
passing towards her husbands blacksmith
! shop with his dinner, that she stumbled
! backwards. and her old sun bonnet Topping
| off scared the horse attached to the wood
wagon. He started-hit Latherman's bar
Der pole-upset the load of wood, half of
which fell down Gumbo's refreshment cellar,
struck one of Gumbo's children on the head,
| killed it, for time stone dead; and so
alarmed Mrs. GumbO. that she dropped
stew-pan of hot boiling oysters into the lap,
instead of the dish, of customer, who sat
waiting for the sayory concOction, by a
table in the corner. Mrs. Gumbo rushed to
the child-the customer for the door Mrs.
Gumbo screamed, the child screeched, and
the customer yelled!
80, oh oh-h-h-h-h-h, my poor child ~
cried Mrs. Gumho.
"Eh, eh, e-e-e-e-e-e" screamed the child.
30, murderer! 0, by everlasting sin,
I'm scalded to all eternity! Murder-r-r!''
rOared the customer.
The horse, part of wagon, and some
wood, were on their mad career. The owner
of the strange dog came ont of the store in
! time to see Joe Tucker seize u rock to de-
molish said dog; and not waiting to see
Joe "let drivR," gave him such pop in the
back of the ear, that poor Joe fell forty
yards up the street. and striking the foot of
a ladder, upon which Jim Elderberry was
perched-paint pot in handsome thirty
feet from terra frma, brought ladder, Jim
and paint pot sprawing to the earth
crippling poor Jim for life, and sprinkling
the blue paint copiously over the broad
cloths, satinets and calicoes of Abraham
| Miller, formal and even tempered quaker,
who ran out at the door, just as the two
dogs had fairly gone at it-hip and thigh
nip and catch. A glance of matters seemed
: to convince Abraham of the true state of
/ the case; and in an unusually elevated
voice, Abraham called out to Joe Tucker,
who had righted up
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 a load of wood my
dog can eat any dog in the town and 1 can
! eat the owner !"
We have said that Abraham Miller was a
mild man; quakers are ProYerbially so.-
But the guantlet thrown down by the burly
stranger from the country, stirred the gall
/ of Abraham, and he rushed into his store.
From the back yard-having slipped his
eollar-Abraham brought forth brindle
cur, long, strong and all-powerful.
| Friend" said the excited quaker, ''thy
! dog shall be we'll beaten, promise 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 q 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 bully stranger to the top of
his compass, and they made the sparks fly
dreadfully!
Joe fuckers dog, reinforced by that of
! Abraham Miller's, took a fresh start, and
! between the two, the strange dog was being
cruelty put TO his trumps! Deacon Pugh,
one of the most sedate and substantial and
pious men in FrOgtown came up, and indeed
/ the whole town was assembling-and Dea-
con Pugh, armed with his heavy walking
stick, and shocked at the spectacle before
him, marched up to the dogs, exclaiming as
he did so:
"Fie, .Jie for shame; disgraceful-
citizens, of Frogtown, will you stand by
and
Don't thee, don't thee strike my dog,
Deacon Pugh!" cried Abraham Miller, ad-
vancing upon the Deacon, who was about
to cut right and left among the dogs with
! his cane.