The mountain Democrat. [volume] (Placerville, El Dorado County, Calif.) 1863-1943, 1865-02-25
Dog Fight in FrogtOvvn.

lowing story, which is told with great
skill. 1t shows US how a whole village is
sometimes torn to pieces by fight be-
tween two puppies:
The most remarkable dog fight on re-
cord came off ut lrOgtown, on the frontier
of Maine, some years ago. 1t engrossed
the entire community in one lndIscrimin-
ate melee internnabe law suits or suits
of law - distraction Of the town, its down
fall and ruin.
A fanciruI genius, named Joe Tucker,
a man about town, a lOunger, without vis'
ible means Of support-a do nothing, loaf
ing, cigar smoking, good natnred fellow,
owned dog; sleek, intelli ent, and
rather pretty beast, always at Joe'S heels,
and known as wellaS his master and liked
far more by the Frostowners: One day
Joe and his dog were passing Bunion's
grocery store, when piebald, ugly look.
ing dog, standing alongside wood wagon,
bounded on to joe fuckers dog-knockcd
him heels over head, and SO frightened
Bob Carter's wife, who was passing to-
wards her husbands blacksmith shop
with his dinner. that she stumbled back
"AlhS, dIlO Olu oull-DpIIlICk uOpplIk
of, scared the horse attached to the wag
on. lie started, hit Latherm's barber
pole, upset a load of wood, all Of which
falling down Gumbo's relreshment cellar,
struck one of Gumbo's children on the
head, killed it for short time stone dead,
and SO alarmed Mrs. Gumbo, that she
dropped stew pan of boiling hot oysters
into the lap instead Of the dish of the
customer who sat waiting for the savorv
connection by table in the corner. Mrs.
Gumbo rushed for the ch,ld; the customer
for the door. Mrs. Gumbo screamed, the
child screamed, and the poor customer
yelled
ON, oh g.! oh,oh,oh, my poor childr
cried Mrs. Gumbo.
'Eh, ch, e-he,e.e.e,' screamed the poor
child.
Oh, murder r,r! Oh, my everlasting
sir, I'm scaded to all eternity! Murder,
murder' ioared the poor customer.
The horse, a part of the wagon, and
some wood, were in their mad career
The owner OF the strange dog came out Of
the store just in time to Zee Joe Tucker
seize rock to demolish the savage dog
and not waiting to see Joe let drive, gave
him such pop on the back Of the head,
that poor Joe fell forty rods up the street,
and, striking long ladder upon which
jim Edelby was perchcd, paint pot in
! hand, some thirty feet from terra frma,
brought ladder, Jim and paint pot sprawl
ing to the Garth, crIppling poor Jim for
life, and sprinkling blue paint over the
broadcloths, sattinetS and calicOeS Of Abra-
liam Miller, a formal and even tempered
Quaker, who ran out to the door just as
the two dogs had got fairly at it, hip and
thigh, nip and catch. A glance at mat
terS seemed to convince Abraham of the
true state of the case, and in an unusually
elevated tone of voice, Abraham called
out to Joe Tucker, who had righted up,
Joseph Tucker,S thy dogs tightingP I
Let EN- fight 1t out, yelled the pusna-
couS 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 can cat
the owner
We have said Abraham Miller was o
quiet man; QnakerS are provrrbially so.
But the gauntlet thrown down by the
stranger from the country stirred the gall
OF Abraham, aud he rushed INTO the store.
From the back yard, having slipped his
collar, Abraham brought forth brindle
Cur, strong, long and powerful.
Friend. said the excited Quaker, thy
dog shall be well beaten, promise thee
llykc, seize upon him!
Turk, here, boy and the dogs went
at il.
Bob Carter, the smith, coming up in
time to hear the strangers d, liance to the
town, and bent ON fight with somebody
for the insult and damage done to his
~ifc, clamped the collar of the stranger,
and by series Of ten pound ten upon the
face, back and sides of his bully antngO-
mist, with his natural scdge- 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 Abra.
ham MiIlcrs, took fresh start. and be-
tween 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, indeed, the
whole town was assembling and Deacon
Pugb, armed with heavy walking stick,
and shocked at the ectacle before him,
marched up to the dogs, exclaiming as he
did So
'Fie, iie, for shame di$graceful you
mean citizens Of Frogtown, will you stand
by and
A., Don't thee, don't thee strike my dog,
Deacon Put = cried Abraham Miller, ad-
vancing to the Deacon, who was about to
cut right and left among the dogs with
his cane.
Your dogs shouted the Deacon, with
evident ierv0r.
Not my dogs, Deacon Pugh,' said the
Quaker.
what did you say so for, then?' shout
ed the Deacon.
Il never said dogs, Deacon Pugh.'
You did!' responded the Deacon, with
excitement
Deacon Pugh, thee speaks groundless.
ly,' said the Quaker.
You tell talsehood, Abraham Miller =
thee utters a mendacious assertion,
reiterated Abraham.
'You-you-you tell lie 7 bawled the
Deacon.
Thee hast provoked my evil passion,
Deacon Pugh. shouted the stalwart Qua
ker, and will chastise thee 7 /.
And into the Deacon's wool went the
Quaker. The Deacon. nothing 10th. en-
tered into the thing. and We leave them
thus nip and TUCK to look to the stranger
and Bob Carter, who fought and fit, and
ct and fought, until Squire Catchem and
the constable came up, and, in the at