Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1875-05-21

| likely to come round in time, with care
and quiet, which is two things that ISM
known In travelling circus" 8
"Well, sir" said Mr.. Wogglam. draw
ing out a huge gold watch, 1--WE strike
canvas in ten minutes fora show pintt
some forty miles off. See here: if yor
| cure Moses L amt got;n claim on him
He is yours" Here Mr.. Chuffiers disap
peared and returned again in moment
with champagne basket. Just then the
demolition OF, the tents commenced, an6
Mr.. Chuffiers was busy giving some pc
culiar admonitions to the crowd of help
ers.' :" AK your pardon, SIR" he said
"Now,s sir, it is either this" and he point
ed to the basket, " and home and happi
ness and his diverting tricks, which they
would be an ornament to- your family
circle, or it's four-foot hole in the mid
dlesof the ring, with no head on to Moses
worth mentioning" and Mr. Chufflers ex
anined critically the caps on his revolver
/ gazed at the poor beast covering in
the corner, swaying himself from side tc
side with that involuntary movement SO
familiar to. people in pain. The rest OF
the happy family, mostly composed OF
nocturnal animals, were following their
peculiar instincts, and seemed to be
growing more restless every moment
The cat deliberately clawed her way over
the poor monkey. The opossunl rudely
jostled him, while a raccoon brutishly
tumbled on him. A supercilious whiffet
barked spitefully at Moses, and, as if to
add insult to injury, an impertinent ban
tam, with a flutter, lit on the poor monk
ey's shoulder and crowed shrill in
his ear. Evidently the social disposl-
ton of the family had been shaken
to its center, and it's incongruous parts
were developing traits of the most op-
posite and discordant character. The
balance-wheel of the complex animal
mechanism having been broken, the re-
naming elements were out of gear and
fast getting beyond control. Certain
was it that revolution had set in. If
the monkey had been once king, every
prestige of his birth and position was
being swept away. Even the scaven-
gers of his realm refused him homage,
for now procession of loathsome rats
were crawling over him. Had the monk
ey been alone in his cage | might have
felt truly sorry for him; but in the
midst of this tumult of lower animals
Moses seemed to me type of human
suffering, martyrdom and resignation. I
suppose certain tell-tale face of mine
evinced the sentiments / felt.
"Bully for you, sir" said Mr.. Chuf-
fers; :" heart in the right place."
"There amt champagne in this town
good enough for this party" cried Mr..
Wogglam, triumphantly. Chuff1ers,
take the gentleman's address. We will
adjourn to the hotel-and, Chuffiers, just
a. coo,, oo uOr, bava apohu1ancad Mocac
you join u.s."
Nolens golens, I had fully committed
myself; there was no way of refusing the
invitation, and to a neighboring hotel we
went; for Granville rejoices in wonder
full hostelry.
Family man, sir?" inquired Mr.. Wog-
eyes," I replied.
call we'll and hearty? Glad to hear it.
That's great blessing. | have but one
child, girl, and sad invalid. / was a
poor man once, and hadn't no big show
when l begun. Mebbe you have heard
of Signor Slabsilanti and his child? That
was me and my daughter years ago. She
was twelve-year-o child then-kid
we call 'em-- but as graceful as fawn
and as plucky as ratterrier, when the
horse she and me was riding, as never had
been known to stumble before, came
down all in heap. 1t was a dislocated
hip, and she never did get right strong
again. She's most twenty now, though
it's little pleasure she knows. Here's
Chufflers; sit down, old man, and help
yourself. Here is to all our health, and
Moses in particular, and to all of us see
ing one another this time next year,
when, if the generous public of Clam
Vile don't spend all their money on
lecture shows, we expect to have the
posters around again with the combina.
tion. Drop me line about the monkey,
care of my wife," and Mr.. Wogglam gave
me his address in some Western town.
"Ef," said Chufflers, in dOleful way,
"the worst should happen, and Moses
pegs out, take half a pound of arsenic to
two pounds of lard, and grease him well,
and send him with this here card to a
friend of mine in New York;" and the
keeper somewhat laboriously executed
some writing on the back of a card, which
he presented to me-" It's time to break
up this ere conwiviality," continued Mr..
Chuffiers. | have got to see the ele-
plants put on the train. Theywould be
sure to put 'em head to the wind, which
We all shook hands and parted. The
ten dollars was offered to me, which I of
course refused Mr.. Chuff1ers' card was
as follows:
.4 "To Mr.. Billy Potanner animal, and
bird stuffer William street New York.
this gent and Moses is both friends of
mine belize he may send his body by
express in which case stuff and send him
back at my expense. Nun but the best
artificial ize is to be used with a real
branch of ire in glass case with nat
ural background. he was boss of our
happy family and we commemeretes his
departure from this life in this way with
respect Alfonso Chuffiers."
The possessor of sick money! Was
it subject for congratulation? 1t might
have been the Granville champagne
which sent scampering through my head,
as / walked homeward, the, whole ro-
mantle literature of monkeys. Then
came fresh to me the story of my great
great -grand-dame's monkey, the one she
had in Surinam, which amiable creature
brought water, built the fire, and to
these domestic qualities united the ac-
complishment of whipping bad chill
aren. Philip Quarts, Edgar Poe's monk
ey, and Hawthorne's organ. grinders
monkey-the latter like a grotesque gar
goyle clambering up the Gothic struct.
| ure of the House of Seven Gables-all
these trooped through my brain. Quaint
pictorial and sculptured monkeys, such
as illumined the borders of monkish
missals, the grinning monkey faces
from medieval friezes, gibbered a
me. The whole gallery-those fantastic
Titan, among the ancients, and the late
productions of De la Roche, Kaulbacl
and Landseer kept trooping alongsid,
of me. But, with all this romance O.
Simian lore, had any of these distin
guished authors, even Frank Buckland, O