Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1880-06-24
He T:ok Him by the Horns.

The other morning, just befoSe
daylight, Mrs. Winkler> wke LIKES
In West Baker street, was awakened
by the trarnping of some animal in
the front yard. She shook Mr.,
Winkler violently, when that gen
tlernan at once ceased snoring,
turned over and, afteG prolonged
yawD, said Z:
Whats matter, wife i; what's
matter -
"That COW, Mike; she's just
eating up all my rose bushes-the
front yard-hear her-get up and
run her out OF the yard quick, man
how please do 60 at once"
Winkler sat rubbing his eyes for
moment on the bedside, and then
slipping on his slippers, passed into
the hall, and having unbolted the
street door, walked ont into the
front yard. He had just gotten to
the corner of the front porch, and
was in the act OF STOPPING tor a
rock, when he heard rr.lor ged
sniMipg few feet off, and before
he had time to grasp the stone the
dim outlines of a large white male
goat arose, AS if out OF the ground,
and in All erect position advanced
thrcateninyly upori him. Winkler's
first thought Was to turn and rush
back to the house, but so quick and
fierce was the movements of the
goat that his only chance to save
himself fro,n u severe butting was
to seize the animal firmly by the
horns, as lie made ms plunge for
ward, and hold him fast The goat
pulled back, rushed forward, threw
his body into the air, and began a
series of jerks which shook the
traue OF MIR. Winkler SO violently
that his very bones ratified. But
that gentleman gripped hilH firmly,
knowing tull we'll that if he got
away i'll his thcL angry state, he
would mos: certainly catch him
before he could make the front
door, ard perhaps hurt him serious
~ in the back. So Mr.. Winkler
wisely clutchcG him, and although
his rough horns burned his hands
nearly off, he was determined to
swing round the circle with him
until help should arrive.
At times the goat would become
comparatively quiet and then he
would suddenly pull and push and
Jerk ard rear w and lump around
in such rough and reckless way
that Mr.. Winkier felt as if he
would almost rather die than hold
on any longer. But he still held
him.
To make matters worse, Mr..
Winkler, in being dragged about
had kicked off his slippers and WAS
stepping around the yard in his
bare feet without the power TO
choose the soft places. Day was
breaking, too, aud his wife was
calling him.
"Why, man, haven't you driven
that COW ont yet 2"
"Cuw, the very devil! it's no
cow-it's an Internal goat, and
we're havin' the HI Of time,
but I'll conquer him yet."
"Conqner him-why don't you
run hIm into the street,"
"Run him into the street |!
Shncks, woman, you must be wilo |!
Just come to the window and look
at us! Run him ont into tho
street, the devil l!''
just here Mrs. Winklcr, who
had been standing in the hall
during the conversation, poked her
head half way out of the front door
and seeing the dilemma, both horns
of which her lord had taken,
langhingly said
"Well, if that don't beat-why,
why don't You let him 90 and
drive him out p
81 eay it-do You think | want
to be murdered in my own yard a''
"But You can outrun him."
81 tell you woman, can't, I
wouldn't risk it for a million dol
lars. Dress quick and come out
here and pnt something over me-
people will be passing here soon."
His wife had hardly dartcd into
her room when a man on a mule
rode up to the fence and looked
over.
"My friend" said Winkler, ~you
see my position q
"Yes. Position, old man, is
everything, lou know. Good
morning: y and the sfranoor rndn