The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-08-11
An Unpleasant Fix.

OUR old friend, Judge Tom Farrar, of
" Lake Providence, who is known
throughout the State as lawyer and
jurist of eminent abilities, and gentleman
of most lovable character, tells, at his own
expense, and with the keenest gusto,
story which we think is too good to lose.-
1t appears that some years ago, while rid
ing through one of the prettiest districts of
North Louisiana, he came, about sundown,
to a creek which was SO deep as to neces-
state a swimming feat. The Judge being
man of vigorous and invincibe deter
mination, no sooner realized this emer-
gency than he promptly dismounted, un.
dressed himself with great dispatch, and,
attired only in his high plug hat and pair
of spectacles bestrode his gallant cob and
urged him to the venture.
After desperate struggle, the other
side was gained, and the Judge, again dis
mounting, this time with profound sigh
of relief, was about to resume his integu-
ments, when the horse, started from his
his side and trotted slowly down the road.
Ofcourse the Judge had no resource but
to trot after him, and thereupon there en-
sued one Of the most remarkable and pict-
uresque chases ever known in history or
tradition. The horse appeared to have no
motive save that of keeping certain dis
tance ahead of the Judge, and of finding
some comfortable barn yard, where he
might refresh himself after such gigantic
efforts. The Judge, whatever may have
been his ambitions, confined himself to the
effort of keeping the truant beast in sight.
1t must have been q cheerful and iu-
vigorating experience to see the Judge
trotting briskly along that smooth and
sandy road, his venerable plug hat pulled
over his spectacles bobbing up and down
upon his nose. The chase was long, and
the moisture of great exertion would gath
er on his brow, and then, when he reached
around for his handkerchief, alas it was
not there. All of which had the effect of
impressing the Judge with his very pc
culiar and unfortunate situation, and inn
parting renewed play and lightness to his
legs.
So the two bowled pleasantly along, pre-
serving a steady relative distance, until
just as the setting sun was reddening the
distant hills and touching the Judges
manly form with gold, the horse whisked
suddenly into gate and bolted with eager
haste toward a stable dimly visible in the
distance.
The farm house sat in a grove of trees,
whose shadows, made a great darkness
around it, and from this grove, as the
Judge was scampering furiously after his
horse and wardrobe, there issued sundry
yellow dogs, surly of mein and shaggy of
appearance. The Judge felt that it would
be utterly impossible under these circum-
stances to assume that majesty of aspect
and fearlessness Of gaze which is currently
believed to be the correct thing with dogs,
and so, seeing friendly gate post near at
hand, he gave one wild bound and reached
its summit just as the leanest and fiercest
of the dogs snapped viciously at his legs.
When the uproar had subsided, and the
Judge, realizing the absurdity of the sit
uation, had regained his customary frame
of mind, female voice was heard calling
from the house
"Who's THEREOF
GA fellow creature is distress, madam"
"Where are you ?''
"0n the gate post" said the Judge,
beginning to enjoy the joke.
"What can do for you"
1t was too much. The Judges old
humor and quizzical love of merriment
came over him.
"Call off these dogs and bring me all
the fig leaves ON the place."