The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1877-05-14

numerous dow at the Deabtb nehu, anu
missing II by few of the shortest kind OF
inches. 1t was not repeated, owing to the
! goat iuddenly raising upon bis hind feet,
| waltzing toward her, and striking her in the
small Of the back hard enough to loosen her
finger nails and destroy her faith in glori-
Gus immortality.
When Mrs. b., returned to conscious
ness. che crawled out from behind the
grindstone, where she had been tossed, and
made for the house, stopped only once,
when the goat came after, and butted her,
head first into the grape arbor.
Once inside the house, the door was
locked, and the unfortunates sought the
solitude of their own rooms, and such COM
fort as they could extract from rubbing
and growing, while the goat wandered
around the garden like Satan in the book
of Job, seeking what he could devovr, and
the eleven little Bobolink boys fairly hug
ged themselves with pleasure over the per-
Torrance. By the time Burdock returned
home that evening and learned all the par
ticulars from his arnica SCARED wife, the
goat had eaten nearly all the weeks washing
half the grapevine, and one side out Of the
clothes basket.
"Why in thunder didn't you put him out,
and not leave him there to destroy every
thing ?"he demanded angrily.
Because he wouldn't go, and wasn't 60
ing to stay there and be killed, that's why !
answered his wife excitedly.
"Wouldent fiddlestick's !" he exclaimed.
making for the garden, followed by the en-
tire family.
Get out of here, you thief !" he shouted,
as he came into the garden and caught
sight of the shaggy and highly perfumed
visitor.
The goat bit off another mouthful Of the
basket, and regarded him with mischevi-
GUS twinkle of his eyes.
"You won't go, eh ?" exclaimed Burdock,
trying to kick hole in the enemy's ribs.
"I'll show you wheth-"
The sentence was left unfinished, as the
goat just then dropped his head on Bur-
docks shirt bosom, and before he could re-
cover his equilibrium he had been butted
seven times in seven fresh spots, and was
down on his knees crawling around in a
very undignifed manner, to the horror of
the family and the infinite glee of the eleven
young Bobolinks next door.
"Look out he don't hurt you !" screamed
Mrs. Burdock as the goat sent him flying
into snow pile.
When Bsrdock had got his bald head out
of the mud he was mad all over his clothes.
and tried to clutch the brute by the horns,
but desisted after he'd lost two front teeth,
and been rolled in the mud.
Don't make living show OF yourself
before the neighbors," advised his wife.
"Come in, pa, and let him be-" begged
his daughter.
"Goliy, dad, look out; he's comm
again =" shouted his son enthusiastically.
Then Burdock waxed profane, and swore
three story oaths in such rapid succession
that his family held their breaths, and
pious old lady who lived in a house in the
rear, shut up her windows and sent out
the cook to hunt for policeman or mis-
sionary.
run for it, dad" advised his son mo-
ment later, when the goats attention seemed
to be turned away.
Burdock sprapg to his feet and followed
his offsprings suggestion. He was Logging
it in superb style, and the chances Of his
reaching the house seemed excellent, when
the fragrant brute suddenly clapped on
more steam, gained rapidly, and darting
between his legs, capsized him into the ash
box.
His family dragged him inside, another
candidate for rubbing, srnica, and
blessed haven Of rest.
The back of the house has been hermet-
ically sealed, and Burdock now proposes
extending an invitation to the Burlington
rifle club to come and practice marksman-
ship off the roof, promising to furnish q
live goat for target, and a silver plated
napkin ring as the first prize. The goat
still holds the fort.