Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1873-06-19
A Dog Story.


"GreenbaX' strayed from eide-show
connected with the Great Eastern
Circus, and became q lost dog. A
boy was sent from Tewe Hauto to
hunt up the lost dog, and he put an
advertisement into the Herald, pro-
missing n reward Of $40 for the deliv-
cry Of Greenbax to Fred Thompson,
of the Clipper Saloon. The Hera20
came out about halfpast one o'clock
on Saturday afternoon, and in a couple
of hours the information was diffused
from the fulthcst Oak Hill addition on
the northeast to the Sellers Farm, that
a dog had been lost, and money could
he made by refunding him.
BY four O'Clock dogs began to ar
rive freely in front Of the Clipper.
The newsboys who usually sell the
evening papers had all taken the chan
ces and gone dog hunting. Three
Thousand apprentices had put in their
Saturday afternoon hqlfholiday in dog
hunting, and each one reported at the
Clipper some time during the after
noon or night, with a dog which he
was sure was the veritable "Green-
bax." There were all sorts Of black
and-tan dogs, in various stages Of
dilution, all answering to the name Of
"GreenbaX.'
Mr.. Thompson adjudicated the
claims Of the various applicants for
the reward, and decided adversely.
But still the dogs came il, and being
turned loose, and having no place to
go, most Of them hung about the es-
Enlistment. There were dogs in the
back yard, dogs behind barrels and
casks, the dogs shifting about the
heels of customers trying to scrape an
acquaintance. Mr.. Thompson began
to oct little frantic. He anathem
atized the entire canine race in vigor-
Gus English with a slight Irish accent,
and registered q solemn oath that he
would never again try to help show
man to recover his lost dog. Some
wags rather enjoyed Mr.. Thompsons
rage, and concluded to keep it up
After Mr. Thompson had turned in
for the night. and was passing through
the delightful neutral ground which
lies between wakefulness and the do
mains Of the drowsy god, there came
q knock at the front door. Mr. Thomp-
son awake, but thinking it merely
some hummer he turned over and re-
sumed somnolent pursuits. There
came more knocks, end finally piece
Of scantling, operated after the fash
ion Of ram, was brought to bear on
the door with tremendous conclusion,
A front window raised, and Mr..
Thomson's head was poked out
"What do you want 2" he inquired
"Come down, Fred; we've got
'Greenbax'-the dog"
"Oh, get out" said Mr.. Thompson.
ooh, but we've got him, sure
enough" was the reply. "Come and
take him in"
Mr.. Thompson came down, opened
the door an inch Or two, and peered
out. He saw two men, with yallar
dog about the size of a wallus.
The door shut to with vicious
bang, and as Mr.. Thompson's retreat
ing footsteps re,ecoed along the cor
rider, suppressed laughter was heard
outside.
Many times that night was the bat
tering ram brought into play, and
other dogs rendered until finally the
discharge of a double baTeled shot
gun warned the jokers that the thing
was getting dangerous. Mr.. Thomp-
son got an hours sleep just before
daylight, and awoke with nervous
start. He thought he heard dog
bark. Looking out of a window, a
most extraordinary sight met his ex-
asperated vision. Up and down IL
linois street on both sides, from Mill
cr's Block to the Bates house, every
awning post and shade tree and every
door knob had dog tied to it. There
was every variety of canine turpitude
and decrepitude, from Dr. Newcom-
ers eighty-year-old ginger colored