Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1869-02-12

ed jest like it, as they showed thar ugly
teeth all roun me. Ef thar he'd been on
ly one O. 'em l mout'a tried fight wiz my
naked bands, an choked the anymal till
deth. But WI four o. the varmints, the
thing war plainly impossible. =
''Thar war no help fort but stay whar
[ wur; an so I squatted down on the
summick O. the pump. 'y1' 90 ID. :
"An' thar l sot, an sot, for six mortyal
hours. wi the four bulldogs growlin an
grinnin' unnerneath, an at the eend O.
that time showin' no sign O. thar inten-
shun to leave off!
"An' the way I cussed British bull
dogs, an British brutes as wud own sech
cruel critters. an everythin' else thet ali
British beside-the way I did cuss 'em
'mout a started old Dave Crockett's ghost
out O. its grave, which want SO very fur
away.
''But the cussin' did no good preehaps
made thingn wuss: for the four varmints
below, as ef they knew that I war agin
them an thar country, only growled the
louder, an snatched thar teeth all the an.
|grier..
Il war as angry as them. an at that
parteekler minnit, I'd a gin hui yur O
my life, to a he'd holt O. my rife, or even
a good-sized knife. But it want no use.
1 hedn't weepun O any kind. I war as
helpless as babe o the woods. ...
my persishun too war burned unkom.
fertable. The head O the pump want
fat; but hewed off to a sherpish top, on
which he'd skimp room for my starn. !
kedn't "a stood it nohow, but fur the
pump-handle on which my feet foun' a
sort O supportin' place.
"What war to be done? For the life
o me I kedn't think. The only hope
he'd war, that as it war gettin' on torst
sundown some O the people belongin' to
the slaughter-yurd mout be comm back
for the night.
but then thar want no appearance O
a sleepin' place, an they moutn't. -
1.-The thought O. bein' beeseeged thar
all night want to be tollyrated. Ikedn't
|'a stood it, ef I'd tried. An eff I shed
drop off O. my perch, eyther through be-
in sleepy or tired ont. it ked only be inter
the teeth O. them British bulldogs! i.
..Talk o'a.the Munroe doctryne. Eff
ever man believed int this chile did at
thet hour. I'd a gone in for clarin' every
Eurowpian off the soil o this contynent,
an thar dogs along wi 'em.
Il got so riled at last, that I didn't
know how l shed stan it any longer. I'd
most made up my mind to jump down a.
mong the dogs, an take my chance O a
|skrimmage wi the hui four, tho no doubt
they'd a tore me to pieces. r,
"What purvented me air prcehaps the
most kewrous thing in the hui story. I'll
stake lurge. young fellur. ye can't guess
it, nor how this chile at last got clar O.
THAT scrape."
Il haven't the slightest idea"
"Wal. lissen. an I'll tell ye. Afore
levin Mississippi I'd heerd they war
greatly troubled wi rats at the port o
Galveston, same as on the whsrfs o.
Natcheez an Moo Orleens. Now thar
chanced to be a fellur I knowd, as he'd
invented pizen for KILN EN-. It war a
sort o compursishun. the varmints war
mad to eet, an soon as they swallered it,
over they codumixed, jest as ef they'd
been shot dead. It war in Natcheez I
met the fellur. an he, KNOWN war on
my way to Galveston. gin me a kupple o
cakes O. bis pizon stuff, askin' me to make
a trial o it on the rats O. Texas. -, ',.'
''Jest by chance, I he'd them two cakes
in my coat-pocket. an as I sot upon the
pump the idee kim inter my head to try
it on the bulldogs. 1t want unlike bis
k;t-bread, an, maybe they mout take on
to it as the rats did. E :
"Pullin' one O the cakes out O. nv
pocket, I broke it inter crumbs. Then
pretendin' to become friendly WI the
brutes below, l throwed the pieces down
fright afore thar noses.
''They jumped at 'em. same as the fel-
lur sayed the rats nd do, an. in less than
three minnits arterward the four bulldogs
war sprawlin' over the groun' an frothin'
at the mouth as ef they'd coed suddenly
mad. es,.:....lk5t -.
can in less than ten more,- they war
lyin' on thar sides. stretched out to their
full spread, an dead as bucks every dog
O. EN-! ..a5 q %.
s'Thar want no need for me keepin'
any longer parched on the pump, an in
coorse descended.
I'D hardly got to the groun'. when I
seed big fellur ride in through the gate.
an'up to the plscs whar war standin'
1t want my old Tennersee playmate; but
from his looks an ttheMay he skimsswag-
germ on. I aked tell it war the owner3o'
the slaughter-yurd. By his red face, an
the -turned-up pug Ga snout, any. one
ked tell he war q born Britisher: an 'durn'
me. eff his picter war so fur. diff rent from
the anymals as wur lyin' dead under the
spout O. the pump.
"The MINT he soti eyes on them. an
gotta idee o what he'd happened. be jump
ed off O his boss, an kim at meas fierce
as any O. his dogs he'd done. q r ,.-tF'l
1o''Thar' be made the biggest mistake
he'd ever made in his life. What wi the
trouble I'd he'd wi the dogs. an his i'm
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