The daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1873-1877, 1875-07-09
Ghe Daily Asgns.
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a. stood it eff I'd tried. An eff I shed
drop off . my perch, either through bein'
sleepy or tired out, it ked only be inter the
teeth O them brutes O bulldogs
Wal, young fellar, | sot to an cussed
Britlshers and British bulldogs, an Brit
ish butchers till | war hoarse in the thIap-
pie
Talk O the Monroe doctryne Eff ever
man believed int this chile did at tibet
hour I'd agone in for clarin' every Ed
rOwpean off the soil O this contynent, and
thar dogs along wi EN-.
Il got so riled at last that didn't know
how shed stan it any longer. Id most
made up my mind to lump down among
the dogs, an take my chance OF skirm-
mage wi the hull four, tho no doubt they'd
a tore me to pieces.
what purvented me air preehaps the
most kewrous thing in the hull story. I'll
stake lunge, young fellur, We CAM guess it,
nor how this chile at last got clar'n tibet
scrape."
Il haven't the slightest idea"
"Wa al, lissen, an I'll tell ye Afore
leavin' Mississippi I'd heard they war
greatly troubled wi rats, at the port O
Galveston, same as, on the wharfs O.
Natcheez an Moo Orleans. Now thar
CHANGED to be fullur l knowd as had
invented piZen for KILN em 1t war a
sort o compusishun' the varments war mad
to eat; an soon as they swallered it. over
they cofumuxed, jest as eff they'd been
shot dead. 1t war in Natcheez | met the
fuller, an he known | war on my way to
Galveston, gin me couple O cakes o his
pizen stuff, to make trial O it on the rats
O Texas.
Jest ty chance, he'd them two cakes
in my coat pocket; au' as | sot there upon
the pump, the idea kim inter my head to
try it on the bulldogs. 1t wa Mt unlike
| biskit- bread, an maybe they mout take On
to it as the rats did.
''Pullin one o the cakes out my pocket.
broke it inter crumbs Then pretendin'
to become friendly wi the brutes below, |
thrOwed the pieces down right atore their
noses.
They jumped at EN-, same as the fellur
sayed the rats nd do; an in less'n three
minutes afterward the four BULLDOGS was
sprawhn' over the groun' an frothin' at
the mouth as eff they COED suddenly mad
An in less than ten more they were
lyin' on thar sides, stretched out to their
full spread, an dead as bucks-every dog
On EN-.
''Thar want no need for me keapin' any
longer purched on the pump, so in coorse,
| descended down.
I'D hardly got to the groun' when |
seed big fellur ride in through the gates
an up to the place whar [ war stannin'
1t wa mt my old Tennersee playmate; but
from his looks an the way be kim swag-
germ en-, ked tell it war the owner O the
straightforward. By his imperent face in
its turned-up pug o snout, any one ked
tell he war born butcher; an darn me et
his picter war so far diff rent from the any
mails as war lyin' dead unner the spout O
the pump.
The minnit he sot eyes on 'em, and go
a idea O what he'd happened, he jumped
off O his boss, an kin at me as fierce a,
any O his dogs he'd DONE
Thar he made the biggest mistake he't
ever made in his life. What wi tn,
trouble I'd he'd wi the dogs an his imper
ence as he squared at me, the Monro
docktryne got riz in me a most to bus tin
and in less n ten minits | made him squea
out quarter.
Il left him bleedin' at the nose, wi,
pair O eyes each hevin' black ring roun
it, like the squinters o a coon. He'C
reezun ter be thankful | didn't leave bot
O EN- hanging on his cheeks; but arter hi
cryin' out enuff | war contented to let hi1
alone; an gi elm his dead dogs anothe
kick. to satisfy my spite at 'em, | cleere
out O his stnkin yard an' tux the bac
track for Hewston. > Captain Mdy1
Reid