Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1861-03-30
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DOG FIGHT IN rRoerowN.

on NJ frcgtOWnb on the Fonuer ot maine, some
Year, ego. 1t engrossed the entire community in
one general melee, intsrminablo Law fuits, or
suits Of law suits, distraction Of the town, its
doxnfall and ruin
A fanciful genius, named Joe Tucker-a tDan
about town, a lounger. without visible means Of
support a do-nothing, liquor-loving, cigar smok-
ing, good natursd fellow owned o dog, an intelli.
gent 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
dog we're passing Bunion's grocery store, where q
great pie-bald ugly looking dog, standing along
side OF a wood wagon, bounded on Joe fuckers
dog, Knocked him heels over head, and SO ~frighten-
ed Bob Carter's wife, who was then passing
towards her husbands blacksmith shop with his
dinner, that she stumbled Backward, and her old
sun-bonnes Topping OF scared the horse attached
to the wagon. lie started, hit Latherem's barber
pole, upset the load Of wood, half of which, fall
down Gumbo's ro~freshmeut cellar, struck one Of
his children on the head, killing it for a time stone
dead, and so alarmed Mrs. Gumbo that she drop
ped a stew pan Of boiling hos oysters into the lap
ofa customer, who sat waiting for the savoIy cou-
%coction, by a table in the corner. Mrs. Gumbo
screamed-the child screamed-and the customer
yelled!
s~ob. oh, oh, my poor child" cried Mrs.
Oumbo.
Ed, eb, e-e-e |" o, my everlasting sin, I'm
scalded to all eternity! Murder-r-ri" reared the
customer.
The horse, and part of the wagon, and come Of
abe wood were on their mad career. The owner
of the strange dog game out of the store, just in
time 10 see Joe Tucker seize a rock to demolisb
sha a N dno and moi .pafkinp ~ saa Ia LAT
drive, gave him a punch in the back, that poor
Joe fell forty rods up the street, and striking the
foot Of q long ladder, upon which Jim Elderberry
was %perched, paint pot in hand, some thirty feet
from terra 6rma, brought ladder, Jim ard pant POI:
s~prawliug on the earth, ~crippling poor Jim for
life, and spriukling blue paint %copiously over the
broadcloths, satine,s, and calicoes Of Abraham
Miller, a formal and even tempered Quaker, who
ran ont to The door just as the two Digs had got
fairly at it, hip and thigh, nip and catch. A
glance at matters seemed to convince Abraham Of
the true state of the case, and in an unusually ele-
waited voice, he called out to Joe Tucker, who had
righted up:
'Joseph Tucker, thy dogs fighting"
"Let 'em fight it out" yelled the pugnacious
owner Of the strange dog. Let 'em fight it out
IN bet a load of wood my dog can eat any
dog in town, and / can eat its owner"
We have said Abraham Miller was o mild man;
Quakers are proverbially 90. But the gauntlet,
thrown down by the stranger from the country,
stirred the gall of Abraham, and be rushed into
the store, from the back yard, having slipped his
collar, Abraham brought forth o brindle cur
strong, long and powerful.
aFfieud," said the excited Quaker, "thy dog
shall be we'll beaten, l promise thee. Hike, eeizc
i'm. Tuck, here boy !" And the dog went at
II.
Bob Garter. the smith, coming up 10 time to
hear the strangers defiance to the town, and bent
on o fight with somebody, for the insult and inju-
~ to bis wife, clamped the collar Of the stranger,
aud by a series OF ten pounds ten upon the face,
back and sides Of his burly antagonist, Bob stir
red up the strength and ire Of the bully stranger
60 the top Of his compass, and they made the
sparks Ay most dreadfully.
Joe fuckers dog reinforced by that Of Abra-
ham Miller, took a fresh start, and between the
two the strange DOG was being cruelty put to his
trumps. Deacon Pugh, one Of the most pious and
Substantial men in Frogtown, came up; and, in
deed, 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, cxclaiming as be did so:
''Fie, fe, for shame |! disgracelull you men, Cit
liens Of Frogtown, will you stand BY and"
"Dsn't thee, don't thee strike my dog, Deacon
Pugbr' c-ied Abraham Miller, advancing to the
Deacon. who was about cutting right and left
among the dogs with his cane.
Your dogs!" Shouted the Deacon with evident
fersor.
"NOs my dogs, Deacon Pugh," echoed the Qua
ker. 3 3 LAt4. Nt.HE 4&tt
t."What did you say SO for thenl' shouted the
deacon.
II never said dogs, Deacon Pugh."
"You did" responded the Deacon with excite
ment.
deacon Pugh, thee speaks groundless."
"You tell a falsebood, Abraham Miller
"Thee uttors q mendacious assertionl" r%eitera-
ted Abraham.
"Yon- you lie 7, bawlea The Deacon.
"Thee has provoked my evil passions, Deacon
Pugh 4" shouted the stalwart, Quaker, IL viii
chastise theei" g . s b 4A~
Aud in the Deacon's wool went the Quaker
The Deacon, nothing 10th entered into the spirit O
tbe thing, aud we leave them thus, nip and tuck,
TO look after the stranger and Bob Garter, whc
fs and fought. fought and fl, until Squire Cat
chem and the Town constable came up, and in theil
attempt to preserve the peace aud arrest the often
de:s, the Squire was thrust through the window
Of e neigLboTing Matchmaker. doing a heap Of
damage. while lawyer Hooker, in attempting 10
laid the constable was hit in mistake by the furious
Blacksmith in the short ribs, and went Keeling
down Gumbo's cellar with irightfol velocity. The
friends and fellow churchmen of Deacon PogA
took sides against his Quaker antagonist, and the