The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1869-01-21
Old Dugooa's Dog.


Old Dugood came into the bar. room tn
other day and took q seat among the idler
there assembled. The dog question wa
under discussion. and after listening to ,
few wonderful stories, Dugood Clipped in a
follows:
"Now, boys, you may talk as you pleas
about the smart things dogs hev done, bu
L can just tell you something that will Ia,
over all your stories.
II don't spect you'll believe n man wher
he's tellin yes the truth, but this is n
true as the Gospel.
"Yons all know that big yaller dog o
in this drive. He's an intellectual dog, h,
is. Now, know you won't believe me
but that ar dogs been larnin' to sing"
Learning to sing? Get outr' inter
rupted one of the listeners.
''Yes, sir; that's SO; every word Of it
aud I'll jest tell you how it was. T'othe
night we had some singing at our house
You know our Sails been goin' to the singin
school lately, and she and the other gals
and the young fellers what go, hev got s,
they can squawk like the very blazes. An6
so most every night they meet at some
body's house and practice.
''Well, the other night, there was a who'll
crew on 'em at our house, and they had
big time. Such screechin and souallin
and bellerin' you never heard in all you
lives. You'd thought that u whole gans
OF tom cats had broke loose and tackled
Squire Jones big bull, and wor jest having
it hot and heavy. Well, that ar dog was il
the room while they wor singn', and ht
was the most interested creature ever saw
He watched 'em beatin' time and eoins
through their manoovers, and peared t.
understand 'em rs we'll as they did A
first they sung lively tunes, you know; nnt
purity soon, when they got tired of these
they commenced on psalms and hymns, ant
other serious things. The dog, be 'pearet
to like these better than he did the lively
tunes. and sot down as close up to 'em a.
he could while they sung
AT last, the gals coaxed Jim Blowhard t.
sing Old Hundred. You know what an ole
tearing base voice Jim has, When he com
menced, the dog began to get dreadfully in
terested. He pinted his nose right up at th
celin, and every time Jim came to the lov
notes, he'd sorter howl"
"Who, Jim?"
''No, blast you, the dog Blowhard b.
sung away for q while. and just then h,
turned round and kinder bit his hind legs
Gosh Almighty! Blowhard?"
''No, you alfred fool you; the dog, O
course. Then, sez 1 to the old woman
Nancy Jane, sez I, you just bet your boot
that dogs something in his head Ant
Nancy Jane sez she, you git out-I shan
do it.. Just then the dog picked some
thin up in his mouth, and bolted out O
the room qnicker'n a streak. I didn't pa-
much attention to it, and nobody else no
ticed it.
"Wken Blowhard finished, all the gal
Gro owded around him, and commenced flat
term on him, when suddenly we all hearc
noise. It was the orfullest mixed u,
noise ever anybody heard. Everybod
was scarf nearly to death. Six of the gal
tainted away into Blowhard's arms all a
once They wor hanging on to him from
all sidos, like beans on q pole Blowhar,
sot still for O mint or two; it was NOR
huggin' than he could stand, and he willie,
| right off bis seat on to the floor, and trie,
to crawl under the sofa. Before he 90
more'n his head and shoulders under, tn
gals all came to and caught him by the feet
and tried to pull him out.
"Blowhard he hung onto to the sofa leg
and beloved murder, and the gals screech
| ed, and some on um run round the room
nineteen times in minute before the,
could find anything else to faint onto
81 picked up q candle and rushed int
the backyard, with two or three of tn
spuDkiest men; and what do you think
that ar intellectual dog WAS doin? He,
got e music book spread out before him
and he was beating time with his tail on
tin pan, and bowling old Hundred lik
all possessed. "-Golden Era
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