Columbia Democrat and Bloomsburg general advertiser. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1850-1866, 1865-07-01
DOG FIGHT IN FROGTOWN.

There is an excellent moral to the fol-
lowing story, which is told with great
skill. 1t shows us how O whole village
IS sometimes torn to pieces by fght be-
tween two puppies.
The mos, remarkable deg fght on re-
cord came of at Frogtowu on the From.
tier Of Maine, some years ago.
A fanciful genius, named Joe Tuoker,a
man about town louuger, without v;si.
BILE means Of support do-no,hing, Loaf
ing, cigar-s okiug, good natured fellow,
owned dog; sleek intelligent, and
rather prca.ty breast, always at Jce's heels,
and known as we'll as his master, and liked
far more by the Frogtowners. One day
Joe and his dog were passing Buuion'S
grocery store, when pie-baid ugly look
ing dog standing by wood wagon bound
ed on to Joe Tucker s-knocked him heels
over lead, end so frightened Bob Carter's
wife, who was passing towards her hue
band sblacksmi,E shop with his dinner
that she stumbled b b,ckward, and her old
bonnet Topped off, and Scared a horse
sttaehed to a wagon. lie started, hit
Latherm's barber pole, upset a load Of
wood, all of which falling down Gumbo's
tefreshmen, cellar struck cde Of the Gum
bo's children on the head, killed it for e
short time, stone dead, and so alarmed
Ms Gumbo, that she dropped stew pan
of boiling hot oysters into the lap instead
of the dish of the customer who sat wait
ing for the savory concoc'ion by table
iu the cornor. Mrs. Gumbo rushed for
the child; the customer for the door
Mrs. Gumbo screamed the child screamed ,
and the customer yelled;
"Oh, oh oh, oh, oh my poor child -
cried Mrs. Gumbo,
"Eh, G h &C c. screamed the poor
child.
"Oh, murder! Oh, my everlasting sir
I'm scalded 10 all eternity! Murder
Murder T. reared the poor customer,
I he horse, part of the wagon, end
some wood were in their mad career
The owner Of the strange dog came out
oftae store just in time to see Joe Tucker
seize rock to demoish the savage dog ;
and not waiting to see zoe let drive, gave
him such pop on the back, that poor
Joe fell forty rods up the street, and strlk'
ing long ladder upon which Jim Ederby
was perebed, paint pot in hand, some thir'
ty feet frora terra frn'c, brought ladder
Jim and paint pot sprawling to Che earth
crippling poor Jim for life, and sprinkling
the blue paint over the broadcloths, satti'
netts and celcoes of Abraham Miller, O
formal and eventempcred Quaker, whc
ran cut the door just as the two dogs had
gone fairly at it, nip and thigh nip and
catch. A glance at matters seemed &c
convince Abraham ofthe 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 fghting !"
"Let 'em fght it out, yelled the pugna
cious owner of the strange dog. Gle
IL EN- fight it out I'll bet log of WOOD
MY dog can eat any dog in town, and
can eat the owuer.'
We have said Abraham Miller was {
quiet man Quakers are proverbially so
But the gauntlet thrown down by th'
stranger from the country stirred the gal
Of Abraham, and be rushed in the store
From the back yard, having slipped hi
collar, Abraham brought forth brindl
cur, strong, long and powerful
"Friend," said the excited Quaker
! thy doc shall b, well beaten, Promi'