M'arthur Democrat. (McArthur, Vinton County, Ohio) 1853-1865, 1856-02-14
A BULL BEAT.

ees, and making bee line for our
COW yard. Blast him Edo say!l-
There goes two pannels of the new
fence, smash, and cuss him, there he
goes right over the grindstone through
the cabbage patch-sm- m-m,ack into
the COW yard!" -
"Why in the devil don't yon set The
dogs on him, Uncle Jess! / ventnred
to observe as :he whole family, big and
litleS Aunt Katy and the whole co.
flbke ofthe boys and gals thronged the
door to see Babcocks bull perform his
customary destruction to get to Uncls
Jess cow-yard.
"Dogs be hanged They Won't
fetch him; feared ofhim as deathp'
"Shoot the ugly euss, than Uncle
Jessl" .sr4. ... ..rt...sr-sf srs.
'Shoot him? Haint | tried that? Pep
Pered him one morning with my dou.
ble- barelled gun--pint of shot; no use,
the cussed critter minded it no m ore
than he does :hs flies but dog>roited er
| stand It much longer; I've complain.
ed of OF him to Babcock, nigh forty
timesi 50 have the neighbors; Babcock
swears he can't keep the bull in--
knocks down every thing, and clear
out jest when he's min to-
'Uncle Jess says /, 'rA flloor.hi m
or put him to his trumps, if you'll
stand the damages 't,isl .sa.
Damages! Lord bless me, baint
TODD them these twelve monthsp Da.
images? Eli you'll drive him of, Dick,
I'll give you the sorrdl colt and par
o'boo,s Christmas, be hanged ef !
don'u' s.t---,. Z, - f...,....
,l'lliry.' says | tat4sg up my gun
and loading it with double handful
Of buckshot and powder, and calling
1.-The dogs, | started for ble cow-yard met
The two gals, with empty pail, ,curssing
like troopers, old Babcocks Wild bull.
Looking owes the fence | espyed
the bull amusing himself with feats o
ljugglery, tossing up Uncle Jess hay
ricks, unhiDgingbarn door, and tossing.
tnem up on his broad horns as easy
and delighted as boy with a shuttle.
cock. sss.. ;as.os,lq sI.Y .as .a
Now old bull I'll give you merry
pandemonium inrelrl andtllen set
| D..
the dog on you, while cousin Jake and
the Dutch boy will charge with pitch.
forks and give you fits at once.' ~
To take a sure thing OF il, climed
over the barsio get nearer to the bell
who suspicioned something was going
on, turned his ugly face towards and
came at me. ] let her rip, gave him
the pop bang | had intended ior his
rear, into his shaggy face. expected
OF course, had done his knitting--ex-
lpected 10 see him fall down; but no
sir, he merely shook his head the shot
rolled off like drops oil sweat--he turn.
ed uphis wall>eyes, cooked up his tail
and giving one roar and snort,n chars
ged bayonets at the bars With bis horns;
carried them easy; myself, cousin Jake
and the Dutch boy, with the two dogs
were standing behind the fence, and
before you could say smear case he
had us! One dog was Knocked iE!c
tue middle of las. summer, the other
cooted. Jake fell--very suddenly,
over he fence! Babcock's bull was
master OF the field and looking about
him. with the ludiCrous brayado of a
drunken prize fighter in Quaker NEE.
ting, he seemed to say:
We'll this is duced fight!' 4'
And to assuage his irrilated bump
OF distructivences, he pitched into the
fence, and threw it all over tho COW.
yard end road. sre 'sa a'.i.
Cncle Jess viewed these proceed.
ings, and In spite OF the expense roar
ed OUT
'Come in, come inl He'll kill the
whole cussed team Of you. Ha, ba,
ha? Come in before the rain drowns
you too, you ternal fools you'll b's r
A thunder storm had been coming up
for the previous hour,and now in burst
over us the rain falling in scattered
drops, big as hickory nuts, and the
hunder began to roll long and loud.--
One sudden crack Of heaven S artiller>
y seemed TO impress the bull with the
notion that it was popping away athim
again; but seeing nobody about, he
gave valarous roar Of defiance, paw.
ed up the litter, and strobe of towards
some Of the SOCKS and 'brindles' uG-
dera huge white>oak tree near the road
And hisbulship must needs have thetres
10 himself so he inflated to hls female
friends, in the most pointed manner
with his horn--that ihey must slidc
and they did, leaving old Babcock's
bull rubbing his stalwart side against
the tree. Again the thunders rolled
and roared, and again the bull look
around,to see il any popguns dog
Dutchmen or fences were sneaking
about, ready to be knocked into cooked
hats; satisfied thatil was all gas. he
fesumednhis amusemenh aud gave
low sullen roar to each humble rumble
OF ihnnden' Butsaw cloud as black
as ink lowered over the headsoi;Babs
cocks bnll, and bursting with one Of
those awful and deiening peals 'ofdou.
ole distilled thunder; the top of tlie |