Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1868-01-14
MISCELLANEOUS.
Great Dog Fight.

torn to pieces by fight between two pup
pies
The most remarkable fight on record came
off at Frogtown, on the frontier of Maine,
some years ago 1t engroSsed the entire COM
munity,in one indiscriminate melee-inter-
minable lawsuits or suits at law, distraction of
the town and its downfall or ruin.
A fanciful genius, named Joe Tucker,
man about town, lounger without visible
means of support, do-nothing, loafng, ci-
gar.smoking, good-natured fellow, owned n
pretty beast, always at Joe's heels, and known
as well as his u. asts-. a<d liked FAR better
by the Frogtowners. One day, Joe and his
dog were passing Bunion's grocery store, when
pie bald, ugly-looking dog, standing along
side of wood wagon, bounded onto Joe
fuckers dog, knocked him heels over head,
and so frightened Bob Carter's wife, who was
going towards her husbands blacksmith shop
with his dinner, that she stumbled, and her
old sun bonnet Topped of, 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 Gumbo's re-
freshment cellar, struck one of Gumbo's chill
dren on the head, killing it for q short time,
stone dead, and so alarmed Mrs. Gumbo, that
she let fall stew pan of boiling hot oysters
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the savory concoction by table in corner,
instead of the dish Mrs. Gumbo rushed for
the child, and the customer for the door
Mrs. Gumbo screamed, the customer yelled
out
"Oh! oh! oh-oh.oh, my poor child,' cried
Mrs. Gumbo.
"Eh, e-h-e-e.e," screamed the poor child.
"Oh, murdersr-r! Oh, my everlasting sir,
I'm scalded to all eternity !"
"Murder! murder ~ roarcd the poor Gus
toner.
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 a rock to de-
molish 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, paint pot in hand,
forty feet above terra trma, brought ladder,
Jim and paint pot sprawling to the earth,
crippling poor Jim for life, and sprinkling
blue paint over the broadcloths, satinets and
calicoes of Abraham Miller, formal and
even-tempered Quaker, who ran out of the
door, just as the two dogs had got fairly at it,
hip and thigh, nip and catch. A glance at
things seemed to convince Abraham of the
elevated tone of voice, Abraham called out
to Joe Tucker, who had righted up:
"Joseph Tucker, thy dogs a fighting"
"Let EN- fight it out" yelled the owner of
the strange dog. 'Let 'em fight it out I'll
bet log of wood my dog can beat any dog
in town, and I can beat the owner"
We have said Abraham Miller was quiet
man; Quakers are proverbially so. But the
gauntlet thrown dswn. by the stranger from
the country, stirred the gall of Abraham he
rushed into the store, and 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, L promise thee
Hyke, seize him !"
"Turk, here boy ~
Bob Carter, the smith, coming up in time
to hear the strangers defiance to the town,
and bent on fight with somebody for the
damages to his wife, clamped the collar of
the stranger, and by a series of ten.pounders
upon the face back and sides of his bully an
tagonist, with his natural sledge hammers,
Bob stirred up the strength and ire of the
bully stranger to the top of his compass, and
they made sparks fly dreadfully.
Joe fuckers dog, reinforced by Abraham
Miller's took fresh start. and between the
two, the strange dog was being cruelty put to
his stumps Deacon Pugh, one of the most
pious and substantial men in Frogtown, came
up, and indeed the whole town was assem>
bicg, and Deacon Pugh, armed with heavy
walking stick, and shocked at the spectacle
before him, marched up to the dogs, exclaim-
ing as he did so
"Fie, fe, for shame disgraceful you mean
citizens of Frogtown, will ycu stand by and"
"Don't thee don't thee strike my dog Deacon
Pugh," cried Abraham Miller, advancing
toward the Deacon, who was about to cut right
and left with his cane.
"Your dogs!" shouted the Deacon, with
evident fervor
"Not my dogs, Deacon Pugb," said the
Quaker.
"What did you say SO for then ?" said the
Descon.
81 never said they were my dogs, Deacon
Pugh."
'SYou did p yelled the Deacon.
"Deacon Pugh, thee speaks groundlessly," ="
said the Quaker.
"You tell falsehood, Abraham Miller"
"Thee utters mendacious assertion" :"
reiterated Abraham.
"You you - tell liew shouted the
Deacon.
''Thou hast provoked my evil passion, Dea-
con Pugh," shouted the stafwart Quaker, land
l will chastise thee"
And into the Deacon hair went the Quaker.
The Deacon, nothing 10th, entered into the
fight, and we leave them to ''pin and tuck, y
to look to the stranger and Bob Carter, who
fought and fit, and fit and fought until Squire
Catchem and the constable came up, and in
the attempts to preserve the peace and arrest
the offenders, the Squire was thrust through
the window of neighboring matchmaker,
doing heap of damage, while lawyer Hooker,
in attempting to aid the constable, was hit in
mistake, by the furious blacksmith, in the
ribs, aud went reeling down Gumbo's cellar
with frightful velocity.