Juniata sentinel. [volume] (Mifflintown, Pa.) 1846-1873, 1873-05-14
An Indiana Deg Story.

Last week. says the Indianapolis Her
aid, performing dog named 'Greenbax
strayed fIom a side show connected will
the Great Eastern Circus, and became /;
lost dog. A boy was sent from Terrt
Haute to hunt up tbe lost dog. and hc
put an advertisement into the Herald
promising a reward of ten dollars for h,
delivery of Greenbax to Fred Thomp
son of the Clipper saloon. The Herald
came ont about half past one o'clock Sat
urday afternoon, and in a couple of hour;
the informa alton was diffused from the
furthest Oak Hill addition on the north
I east to the Sellers farm that a dog had
been lost and money could be made by
returning him BY four o'clock dog;
began to arrive freely in front Of the
Clipper The newsboys who usually
cell the evening papers had all taken
the chances and gone dog hunting. Three
thousand apprentices had Put in then
Saturday afternoon. half holiday in dog
hunting, and each one reported at the
Clipper some time during the afternoon
or night with a dog which he was sule
was tho veritable Grcenbax. There were
all sorts of black and tan dogs, in vari-
GUS stages of dilution, all answering tc
the name of Greenbax.
Mr.. Thompson adjudicated tho claims
of the various applicants for the re ward
and decided adversely. But still the
dogs came in, aud being turned loose
and having no place to SO, most of them
hung about the establishment There
were dogs in the back yard, dogs behind
barrels and casks, and dogs smiling
about the heels of customers trying to
scrape an acquaintance. Mr. Thompson
began to get little frantic. He anathe.
matised the entire canine race in vigor-
Gus English with slight Irish accent,
and registered solemn oath that he
would never again try to help Snowman
to recover his lost dog. Some wags
rather enjoyed Mr. Thompson's rage,
and concluded to keep it up. After Mr..
Thompson had tarned in fer the night,
and was passing through the delightful
neutral ground which lies between wake
fulness and the domains Of the drOwsy
god, there came a knock at the front
door Mr.. Thompson awoke, but think
ing it merely some hummer he turned
over and resumed somnolent pursuits
There came more knocks, and finally a
piece OF scantling operated after the fash
ion of ram, was brought to bear on
the door with tremendous concussion
A front window raised, and Mr.. Thomp-
sons head was poked out
What do you want F. he inquired.
Come down, Fred we've got Green
bax-the dog
"Oh, get ont, said Mr.. Thompson.
'Oh, 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 yaller dog about
the size of walrus. The door shut to
with vicious bang, and as tIr. Thomp-
sons retreating footsteps re echoed along
the corridor, suppressed laughter was
heard outside Many times that night
was the battering ram brought into play,
and other dogs rendered, until finally the
discharge Of a double barrelled shotgun
warned the jokers that the thing was
getting dangerous. Mr.. Thompson 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 exasperated vision. Up aud down
Illinois street on both sides, from Milier'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 decrepi-
tude, from DIR Newcomer eighty-year-
old ginger colored veteran to the lop ear
ed hound. Canine loaferdom seemed to
be assembled in mass convention. Mr.
Thompson gazed for moment in speech
less wonder, and then shouted "Green.
bax" Each Que of the 347' dogs prick
ed up his ears, or all that was left Of
them, at the sound, and set up howl
of gratifed recognition.
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