Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1865-06-29
A CAPITAL COMIC SKETCH.
DOG FIGHT IN FRoGTowN.

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1t shows us how whole village is some,
times torn to pieces by a fight between two
puppies.
The most remarkable dog fight on record
came off at Frogtown, ON the Frontier OF
Maine, some years ago, it tengrossed the ell
tire community in one indiscriminat6 melee
-interminable lawsuits or suits of law.
A fanciful genius, named Joe Tucker a
man about town, lounger, without visible
means of support--a do-nothing, loafng,
cigar-smoking, good-natured fellow, owned
dog a sleek, intelligent, and rather pref
! ty 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
a piebald ugly-looking dog standing by a
wood wagon, bounded on to Joe fuckers
knocked him heels over head and 50
frightened Bob Carters wife, who was pass
ing towards her husbands blacksmith shop
with his dinner, that she stumbled back
wards, and her old sun-bonnet Topped off,
and scared the horse attached to the wag-
on. He started, hit Latherm's barber pole,
| upset a load of wood, all of which falling
down Gumbo's refreshment cellar struck
one of Gumbo's children on the head, killed
it for a short time stone dead and so alarm
ed Mrs. Gumbo, that she dropped a stew
pan of boiling hot oysters into the lap in
stead of the dish Of the customer who sat
waiting for the savory cOncOction by a ta-
bic i'll a corner 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 my poor child y cried
Mrs Gumbo
Eli, che e." screamed the poor child
ooh! murder ! Oh, my everlasting sir,
Pm scalded to all eternity Murder, muir
der y roared the poor customer.
The horse, part of the wagon, and some
wood were in their mad career. The own
er of the strange dog came out of the store
Just in time to see Joe Tucker seize rock
to demolish the savage dog and not wait
ing to see Joe let drive, gave him such
pop on the back, that poor Joe fell forty
roods up the street, and striking long
ladder, upon which jim Ederby was perch
ed, paint pot in hand, some thirty feet from
terra frma, brought ladder jim and paint
pot sprawling to the earth crippling poor
Jim for life, and sprinkling the blue paint
over the broadcloths, sattinetts and caicoes
of Abraham Miller, formal and evcn-tem-
pered Quaker, who ran out the door just as
| the two dogs had gone 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, Abraham called out to Joe
Tucker, who had righted up.
Joseph Tuckel, thy dogs a fighting !"
I" Let 'em fight it out" yelled the pugna-
ciOus owner of the strange dog. Let 'em
fight it out; I'll bet log of wood my dog
can eat any dog i'll town, and | can eat the
owner"
We have said Abraham Miller was
quiet man; Quakers arc proverbially so.
But the gauntlet thrown down by the
Of Abraham and he rushed into the store,
and 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 we'll beaten, | promise thee
Hykc, seize upon him Turk, here, boy"
and the dogs went at it.
Bob Carter the smith, coming up in time
heard the strangers defiance to the town
and bent on a fight with somebody for the
insult and damage done to his wife, clamp
ed the collar of the stranger, and by a
series of ten pound-ten upon the face, back
and sides of his bully antagonist, with his
natural sledge hammers, 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 Abraham
Miller's took fresh start, and between the
two the strange dog was being put cruelty
to his trumps. Deacon Pugh, one of the
most pi0us and substantial men in Frog
town, came up, and indeed the whole town
was assembling, and Deacon Pugh, armed
with heavy walkingstick, and shocked
at the spectacle before him, marched up to
the dogs, exclaiming, as he did so
"Fie, fie for shame ! disgraceful you
mean citizens of Frogtown, will you stand
by and"
Don't thee, don't strike my dog, Deacon
Pugh,n cried Abraham Miller advancing,
to the Deacon, who was about to cut right
and left among the dogs with his cane.
"Your dogs !" shouted the Deacon with
evident ferver.
" Not my dogs, Deacon Pugh," said the
Quaker.
"What did you say 50 for, then ?" shout
ed the Deacon.
" | never said dogs, Deacon Pugh."
"You did !" responded the Deacon with
excitement.
Deacon Pugh, thee speaks groundless-
ly," said the Quaker.
"You tell falsehood Abraham Miller"
"Thee utters mendacious assertion"
reiterated Abraham.
You-you--tell liew bawled the
Deacon,
"Thee has provoked my evil passion,
Deacon Pugh," shouted the stalwart Qua
ker and | will chastise thee"
And into the Deacon's wool went the
Quaker The Deacon, nothing 10th, enter
ed into the thing, and we leave them thus
to " nip and tuck" to look to the stranger
and Bob Carter, who fought and fit, and fit
and fought, until Squire Catcham and the
Constable came up, and in the attempt to
preserve the peace and arrest the offenders,
the Squire was thrust through the window
of neighboring watchmakers, doing a
heap of damage, while lawyer Hooker, in
attempting to aid the constable, was struck
by the furious blacksmith in the short ribs,
and went reeling down Gumbo's cellar with
friphtfnI velocity The friends and fellow