The Shasta courier., 1865-10-21
The Great Dog-Fight in Frogtown'


There is an excellent moral to the follow
ing story which is told with great skill. 1t
shows us how G whole village is sometimes
torn to pieces by fight between two pup
pies.
The most remarkable fight on record came
off at Froetown on the frontier OF Maine,
some wears ago. 1t engrossed the entire
community in one indiscriminate melee
interminable lawsuits or suits at law
distraction of the town and its downfall or
ruin.
A fanciful genius, name Joe Tucker,
man about town. lounger without visible
means of support-a do-nothing, loating,
cigar-smoking, good natured fellow. owned
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 his dog were passing Bunion's grocery
store, when pie bald, ugly-looklng dog,
standing alongside wood wagon, bounded
onto Joe fuckers dog-knocked him heels
over head, and so frightened Bob Carter's
wife, who was passing towards her hus-
bands blacksmith shop with his dinner,
that she stumbled backwards, and her old
sun bonnet Topped off, and scared the horse
attached to the wagon. He started. hit
Latherum's barber pole. upset the load of
wood, all of which falling down Gum oos S
refreshment cellar, struck one of Gumbo's S
children on the head, killed it for a short
time stone dead, and so alarmed Mrs.
Gumbo that she dropped stew pan of boil
ing hot oysters into the lap of her customer
who sat waiting for the savorv concoction by
a table in the corner, instead of the DISH
Mrs. Gumbo rushed for the child the custo
mer for the door. Mrs. Gumbo screamed :;
the customer yelled
.'Oh oh ! on oh oh, my poor child cried
Mrs. Gumbo.
.'Eh, e e.h-e-e-e-e-e," screamed the poor
child.
"Oh, murder.r r Oh, my everlasting sir,
I'm scalded to all eternity !"
Murder murder ~ roared the poor
customer.
The horse. part of the wagon, and some
wood were on their mad career. The owner
of the strange dog came out of the store Just
in time to see Joe Tucker seize rock to
demolsh the savage dog. and not waiting to
see Joe let drive, gave him such pop on
the back that poor Joe fell forty feet up the
street, and striking long ladder upon which
Jim Ederby was perched, pant-pot in hand,
some thirty feet above terra firma, brought
ladder, Jim and paint pot sprawling to the
earth, cripplrg poor jim for life, and
sprinkling blue paint over the broadcloths,
satinets and calicoes of Abraham Miller, a
formal and eventempered Quaker, who ran
out of the door ust as the two dogs had got
fairly at it, hip and thigh, nip and CATCH
glance at things 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. thy dogs a-fghting !"
g Let 'em fight it out" yelled the pugna
cious owner of the strange dog. 9 Let EN-
fight it out. I'll bet log of wood my dog
can beat any dog in town, and | can beat
the owner"
We have said Abraham Miller was quiet
men Quakers are proverbially so. But the
gauntlet thrown down by the stranger from
the country stirred the gall of Abraham
he rushed into the store; aud from the back
yard, having slipped his collar. Abraham
brought forth brindle cur, strong, low and
powerful.
Friend, +" said the excited quaker. "thy
dog shall be well beaten, promise the e..
Hyke. seize upon him .'
Turk. here boy ~
And the dogs went at it.
Bob Carter, the smith, coming IN in time
to hear the strangers defiance to the town
and bent on a fight with somebody for tbe
damage to his wife. clamped the collar Of
the stranger, and by a series of ten. nound
ten upon the face, back, and sides of hi.
bully antagonist. with his natural sledge
hammers, Bob stirred up the strength and
ire of the bully stranger to the top of hi,
compass, and they made sparks fly dread
fully.
Joe fuckers dog. reinforced by Abraham
Nliller's took fresh start, and between tn,
two the strange dog was being cruelty put t.
his trumps. Deacon Pugh, one Of the mos
piuus and substantial men in Frogtown
came up, and indeed the whole town wa
assembling, and Deacon Pugh armed with
heavy walking stick and shocked at th,
spectacle before him. marched up to the dogs
exclaiming as he did so:
..Fie, fe. for shamel disgraceful. yo'
mean citizens of Frogtown, will you stan'
by and"
Don't thee. don't thee strike my dog
Deacon Pugh !" cried Abraham Miller, ad
vancing toward the Deacon, who was abou
to cut right and left with his cane
Your dogs." shouted the deacon. witt
evident fervor,
Not my dogs, Deacon Pugh,p said tn