The herald and mail. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1873-188?, 1874-12-11
CHARMING A BULLDOG.
A Musical Chap Tries it ON with "A Dli
cOuraRtng Result

A Musical Chap Tries It on with a Dis
cOursging Result.
Mr.. Hollenback, of Sixth street, owns
a bulldog about the size of a yearling
calf, and the whole neighborhcod has ia
walk on its tip-toes and put on respect
full look when that dog is turned loose.
The other night Mr.. Hollenback was
telling a crowd in a corner grocery what
prize-medal of dog he had, and how
he could prance over anything in De.
troit, when young man named Madden,
who owns a fiddle and fiddles it most OF
the time, said he'd bet money that he
could make the Hollenback canine quake
and tremble under the power of music.
He said he never saw dog which
couldn't be fiddled out of countenance
in five minutes by the clock, and he had
tried lots of them. Mr.. Hallenback
grinned with delight, and it was ar
ranged that the young man should try
it on right away. Madden got his fid-
die and the crowd went over to Hollep-
backs. The dog was called into the
kitchen, and then the crowd slipped out,
one by one, leaving Madden alone.
Cross-eyed TeIror"-such is the ca
mines name-didnt know what 10 think
of the proceedings, and he sat up and
gave Madden look in which border
ruffianism, inquiry, deceit and astonish-
ment were about equally mingled. The
fiddle was poised and the young man
commenced fiddling sad tune, some
thing like "Mother is Dead" The dog
rose up at the first note and bent an
earnest look on the fiddle. He had
probably never seen a fiddle before, and
he was in doubt as to whether it was a
new kind of dog or an Internal machine.
As the tune began to draw out longer
and longer Cross-eyed Terror took a
step forward and gave ulteTance to a
growl which made things tremble.
Madden looked fxedly at the animal and
sawed away until it became evi 'ent
that he hadn't better keep that tune
much longer, and he changed off on to
something lively. The dogs bristles
rose up and his eyes assumed hungry
look. The young man changed to
chant, and the dog came little nearer,
and his under lip fell down like the end
board of coal cart. A man that was
looking through the key-hole of the
door remarked that he wouldn't be in
there for forty million dollars, and the
excited whispers of the crowd seemed
to excite the dog. He uttered several
growls, and in his own language in
quired "What do you take me for,
anyway? ?" Madden had faith and he
struck up "The Green Shores of Ire
land" He hadn't even sighted the
" green shores" before Cross-eyed Ter
ror laid hold of him by the hip and gave
him scientific toss. Next moment tid-
die and dog and howl and growl were
all mixed up together. Madden shouted
fer the crowd to rush in, and the dog
growled out that this was a private
cotillion, with no admission for out
siders. The Young man lived about
year and half in less than a minute.
He went over the stove with a whoop,
around the table with yell, and felt
his coat-tails go off as he stopped for an
instant to raise the window-sash. The
crowd rushed in as soon as they under
stood what was going on. They found
Madden lying on his face, and the dog
was trying to get hold somewhere so
that he could lift him up and admins
ter the "terrier shake" They pounded
the canine with chair, kicked his ribs
and yelled for him to let go, and finally
they had to throw a pail Of cold water
over him. Mr.. Madden could hardly
get up, and when once up he couldn't
sit down. He had bites all over him
and few thrown in "to boot" and the
largest piece of his valuable fiddle was
Just the size of an Arizona tOoth-pick.
The doctor is still putting plasters on
him, and as fast as he thinks he has got
the bites all plastered he turns the pa
tient over and finds two or three more.
A hand-organ or horse-fiddle may
"soothe the savage breast" but violin
won't, and all Sixth street will bet on it.
Free Press.