The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1870-11-16
An EXCITING RIDE.
How Mike Fink Rode Deacon
Smiths Bull

Smiths Bull.
Mike took a notion to 90 in swim
ming, and he had just got his clothes off
when he saw Deacon Smiths bull
making at him. The bull is vicious
animal, and had come near killing
two or three persons; consequently
Mike felt rather "dubus." He did not
want to call for help, and the nearest
place from whence assistance could ar
rive was the meeting house, which was,
at the time, filled with worshipers,
among whom was "the gal Mike was
paying his devours to"
So he lodged the bull, as the animal
came at him, and managed to catch
him by the tail He was dragged
around till he WIS nearly dead, and
when he thought he could hold out no
longer he made up his mind he had
better "holler."
And now we will let him tell his own
story.
$50 looking at the matter in all its
bearings, / cum to the conclusion that
I'd better let some one know that was.
So | gin yell louder than a locomotive
whistle, and it warn't long before seen
the deacon's two dogs coming down as
if they were seeing which could git
thar first. l knowed who they were
arter-they'd jine the bull agin me.
So seq |, old brind'e, riain' is as
cheap as walkin,' on this route, and if
you've no-that ar back o yourn.' So
| wasn't very long Citing astride Of
him.
"Then if you'd been there, you'd
have sworn thar war nothing human
in that mix, the sile flew so orfully, as
the critter and | rolled over the field
one dog on one side and one on the
other, trying to cllnch my feet. |
prayed, until | couldn't tell which l
did last-and neither warn't Of no use,
they were so orfully mixed up.
"Well, | reckon / rid about half an
hour this way, when old brinde thought
it was time to stop and take in supply
of wind, and cool off a little. So
when he got round to tree that stood
thar. he naturally halted; so, seq /, old
boy, you'll lose one passenger sartin.
So ! jist clum branch, kalkerlating
to roost thar till | starved afore I'd
be rid about that ar way any longer.
| war making tracks for the tree.
when | heard something an oreful
buzzin overhead | kinder looked up,
and if thar wasn't-well, there's no Use
swearn'-but it war the biggest hornets
nest ever built. You'll gin in now, |
reckon, Mike, because thar's no help
for you. But an idea struck me, then,
that stood a heap better chance then
ridn' the bull then where | was. See
|, old Teller. if you hold on, III ride
to the next station anyhow, let that be
where it will.
$50 l jist dropped aboard him agin,
and looked aloft to see what | had
gained by changing quarters, and gen
tlemen, I'm liar if thar wasn't half
bushel Of the stingin' varmints ready
to pitch into me when the word 90 was
gin. Well, l reckon they got it, for
all hands started for our company.
Some on 'em hit the dogs, about q
quart struck me, and the rest charged
on brindle.
This time the dogs left off fust, dead
bent for the old deacon's, and as soon
as old brindle and | could get away,
we followed; and as was only deck
passenger, had nothin' to do with steer
in the craft-if had, we shouldn't have
run that channel any how. But, as |
said before, the dogs took the lead,
brindle and ! next, and the hornets
dre'kly arter. The dogs yellin, brindle
hollerin, and the hornets buzzin and
stingin'.
well, we had got about hundred
Yards from the house, and the deacon
heard us and cum out. | seed him
hold up his hands and turn white. |
reckon he was prayin' then, for he
didn't expect to be called for so soon;
and it warn't long neither afore the
whole congregation-men, women and
children-cum out and then all hands
went to vellin.' None Of them had fust
notion that the brindle and belonged
to this world. / just turned my head
past the congregation. l seed the run
would be up soon, for brindle couldn't
turn an inch from the fence that stood
dead ahead. Well, we reached the
fence, and ! went ashore over the
whole critters head, landing on the
other side and lay there stunned.
at warn't long afore some Of them
as was not scared, came runnin to see
whar | WARRIOR all hands kalkerlated
that the bull and | belonged together.
But when brindle walked off by him.
self, they saw how it war, and one of
EN- said:
Mike Fink has got the scrummage
once in his life" .
Gentlemen, from that day to this |
dropped the counting business, and
hain't spoke to a girl since, and when
my hunt is over upon this airth. there
won't be ,any more Finks, and it's all
OWN to Deacon Smiths brindle bull. ~