Civilian & telegraph. [volume] (Cumberland, Md.) 1859-1875, 1865-05-25
Doc Fipht in frogtoWn.

shows us how whole village is sometimes
torn to pieces by fight between two puppies.
The most remarkable dog fight on record
came off at Frogtown, on the frontier of Maine
some years ago 1t engro ossed the entire COM
munity in one indiscriminate melee-lnter-
nlinable lawsuits or suits of law
A fauciful genius, named Joe Tucker,
man about town, lounger, without visible
means of support-a do-nothing, loafihg' ci-
gar-smoking, good-naturcd fellow, owned
dog a sleek, intelligent, and rather pretty
beast. always at Joe's heels, aud known as
we'll as his master, and liked far more by the
Frogtowncrs One day Joe aud his dog were
passing Bunion's grocer store, when pie
bald, gly-looking dog, standing by wood !
wagon, bounded on to Joe fuckers dog
knocked him heels over head, and so fright
ened Bob Cartcr's wife, who was passing to-
wards her husbands blacksmith shop with
dinner, that she stumbled backwards, and her
old sun-bonnet Topped off, aud scared the
horse attached to the wagon He started, hit
Latherm's barber pole, upset a load of wood,
all of which falling down Gumbo's refresh
ment 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 a stew pan of boiling hot oyesters in
to the lap instead of the dish of the eusto-
mer who sat waiting for the savory concoc-
tion by table in the corner. Mrs. Gumbo
rushed for the child; the customer for the
door. Mrs. Gumbo screamed, the child
screamed, and the customer yelled
"Ob, oh oh, oh, oh my poor child !"
cried Mrs. Gumbo.
"Eh, e-h-o e e." screamed the poor child.
"Oh murder Oh, my everlasting sir.
I'm sealed to all eternity Murder, murder !"
roared the poor customer.
The horse the part of the wagon, and some
wood were in their mad career The owner
If the strange dog came out OF the store just
in time to see Joe Tucker seize rock to de-
molish the savage dog and not waiting to see
Joe left drive, gave him such pop on the
back, that poor Joe fell forty rods up the
street. and striking long ladder upon which
Jim Ederhy was perched, paint pot in hand
some thirty feet from terra .trma, brought
ladder, Jim and paiut-pot sprawling to the
earth cripplng poor Jim for life, and sprink-
ling blue paint over the broadcloths, sattlnetts
and selieoes of Abraham Miller, formal and
even-tcmpered Quaker, who ran out the door,
inst as the two dogs had gone ia ly at it, hip
and thigh, nip and catch. glance at mat
ters seemed to convince Abraham of the true
state of the ease; and in an unusually eleva'
ted voice. Abraham called out to Joe Tucker
, who had righted up:
Joseph Tucker, thy dogs fighting "
e g Let 'em fight it out, yelled the pugna
6 cious owner of the strange dog Let then
, fight it out I'll bet a log of wood my dog car
: eat anv dog in town, and can eat the own
cr."
wo have said Abraham Miller was quie
man Onabcrs are proverbially so. But th'
1 pauntIet thrown down by the stranger from
the country stirred the gall of Abraham, ant
he rushed into the store from the back yar'
having slipped his collar. Abraham brough
: forth brindle cur strong, long and power
= ful.
.Fricnd," said the excited Quaker, " th
dog shall be well beaten, [ promise thee
Uvke. seize upon him Turk, here, boy" an
the dogs went at it.
Bob Carter, the smith, coming up in tim
y n hear the strangers defiance to the towr
:. and bent on fight with somebody for tn
J. insult and damage done to his wife, clampe
the collar of the stranger and by series
a ten-pound-ten upon the face, back and side
ID of his bully antagonist, with his natur
sledrc hammers, Bob stirred up the strengi
re and ire of the bully stranger to the top OF h
,e COMPASS, and they made the sparks fly drea
lie fully.
es Joe fuckers dog, reinforced by Abraha
nd Millers, took fresh start, and between t.
two the strange Cog was being cruelty put
e! his trumps. Deacon Pugh, one Of the me
ed nious and substantial men in Frogtown, can
nc up, and indeed the whole town was assem-
i'm ling, and Deacon Pugh, armed with hea
walking-stick, and shocked at the spee'a
IS. before him, marched up to the dogs, czclal
10 ing, as he did So:
or /" Fie. 6c, for shame! disgraccful y
n mean citizens of Frogtown, will you stand
and
"Don't thee, don't the strike my dog.
~ Deacon Pugh p cried Abraham Miller
- - vancing to the Deacon, who was about to
-, right and left among the dogs with his ca
Is. -. "Your dogs" shouted the Deacon "
&c evident fervor.
"Not my dog, Deacon Pugh," said
a. Quaker.
AZ az "What did you say SO for, then," shou
.or- the Deacon.
''' "I never said dogs. Deacon Pugh,"
"You did r' responded the deacon,
pom excitement.
t is deacon Pugh. thee speaks groundless
re- said the Quaker.
eer, "You tell falsehood, Abraham Miller