The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1859-06-22
How Mike Pagan DOctOred His Pig.

resenta,ive from "Green Erir," residing in
small dwelling in a small village near
Boston. Michael is industrious and strives
hard 10 turn an honest penny 10 account,
whenever, and however, there may be the
slightest prospect of profit. Michael has
little patch of ground behind his house,
where he supports few ducks and Chick
ems and the freshest eggs in the neighbor.
hood can always be found on his premises,
for he never allows himself TO be possessed
of more than single dozen at any time be-
fore disposing of them. In addition 10 his
stock of poultry, Michael purchased young
pig, which after four mon tbs petting and
/ nursing, he prided himself upon exhibiting
10 his friends and acquaintances, as one of
the 'swa,est and kindest craythers in the
wurld"
But Michaels pig took sick, and from his
coughing and sneezing symptoms, it was
certainly evident that he had contracted
very bad cold.
Close by the residence Of this honest Hi
bernian, there dweils the village physician,
kind hearted man, and very skillful,
whose practice is none of the largest. AS
he came from his house, short time since,
Michael stood at the gate, rumina.ing upon
the chances in favor of his favorite pork er,
and observing the doctor, he hailed him
with: ''The top nv the mornn' to ye doc
thur 2"
"Ah, Michael, how are you?''
"Tts very well am meself docthur-but
perhaps yell be tellin' poor man what
he'd be after doin' for his pig; ahone ahone!
he's very sick, docthur."
"Pig," exclaimed the doctor with smile,
"What pig, Michael, and what's the m al.
Ter with him ?"
"Sure he's very bad indade, so he is. A
cowled, docthur, shneezin' and barken the
head off him and divil blasht the thing can
do wild him."
"Well, really, Michael, can't say, I'm
not a pig doctor p'
"Sure it's meself that knows that. But if
il was gosspon instead Nv the darlin cray
ther what. would be after doing wild him
for the cowld he has !'
"Well," continued the doctor, consider
ately, "were it child, Michael, perhaps |
should Recommend mustard poultice 10
his back, and his feet put in hot water"
"lt'e meself that's obliged TO ye, docthur,
be dad am," responded Mike, as the ply
sician passed slong,, and he entered his
house.
"BiGdy!" he added, addressing his wife,
"we'll cure the pig: so we will" In a
short time the porker was invested in
strong mustard plaster from his tail TO his
ears. Notwithstanding his struggles, and
his wheezngs, and torture from the action
Of the unyielding plaster, Tub of almost
boiling water was prepared, and into it
poor piggy was soused above his knees.
The result may easily be conceived.
Next morning, bright and early, Michael
stood at the gate once more, awaiting the
coming OF the doctor, who soon made his
appearance.
"Good morning, Mike, how does the pig
come on 2'
go, be gorrah, docthur! it was mighty
, oncivil in ye TO be trating neighbor in that
way, so it was"
"Why, what is the matter, what has hap
pened, Michael"
"Happened is it, put the powltce on
the pig, so did, an he squealed murther,
an be dad it's no wonder, for the wul rolPd
off his back from. head 10 tall"
"Whatm %
"Didn't ! put the pigs feet in hot walher
as ye towled me, an be jabers the hOofs
tumbted off uu him intireiyF'
Poor Mike spoke truly. Through his ig.
norance he had blistered off the brstles,
and with the hot water he scalded off poor
grunter's feet lie died under this double
dose, and though Michael has never since
asked the doctors upon similar matters, he
still insists that it was "a name trick SO it
was"