News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1885-01-08
NOT MASHED ON DOGS.
The Baggage Mans Experience with the
Hounds of an "Uncle Toms Cab In -
TrOuDe.

''Ever since a lot of hounds in an
Uncle Toms Cabin troupe freed me,
and kept me mp near the roof of this car
all the way from Watertown to Colum-
bus," said the baggage man, IL have
not been much mashed On dogs"
Glow was that ?" asked wholesale
grocer, who had kicked his dog under
the stove.
"Well, the troupe took this train, and
the hounds were all right as long as the
dog hostler was with them. He had
black snake whip, and he lathered
them every few minutes, and they laid
down. At Watertown Junction he went
for lunch and couldn't get in my car
VIXEN he got On the train, and the dogs
began to look around. I had sat down
in chair after we left the Junction and
opened my pail to eat my lunch, and
just as took out piece of cold beef,
great big hound reached under my arm
and took the beef out of my hand, and it
went down his neck as though shot out
of gun, and I could hear it strike his
ribs. 1 admired that dogs gall, but
was going to kick him in the lungs,
when he looked at my throat and
showed his great big white teeth, like
an alligator's, and I weakened and
handed him the pail. He run his nose
in it and took out the cold meat, and
then the pie dog of the party came up
and eat my pie, and two hounds who
had not noticed the matinee before came
up, and then they began to fight. For
a moment I was dumb, and then
thought if I was to be referee could see
better from pile of trunks, so started
to climb up. One old dog that was not
in the fight over my lunch saw me
attempt to light out, and he reached up
with his mouth and took me by the
pants and gave one shake that broke
my suspenders. Well, I did climb, and
he hung onto my pants and they came
off over my feet, and two other dogs
took hold and helped him to tear them
up. My coat was hanging on hook,
and they went for that, so all had left
was shirt. 1 yelled for help,
and I guess that made the
hounds think I was Eliza in the
play, trying to escape into Ohio, though
couldn't see any resemblance between
myself and nigger wench, except that
there was good deal of coal smoke on
my person, which might have fooled the
dogs. Anyway, they tried to climb up
to where I was, and 1 threw valises at
them as long as the valises lasted, and
then, as the dogs were barking at me
caught hold of ventilator and pulled
myself up into the top of the car.
[ found I couldn't hang on there long,
so I threw one hind leg over the bell
rope, and it was welcome sound when
I heard the engineer blow the whistles to
stop. The train Stacked up. and I
heard the conductor blowing at the
engineer for stopping, and asking who
pulled the rope, but just as he got
abreast of this car / yelled murder, and
the dogs barked, and he came in at the
head of a crowd of brakemen and
Uncle Tom actors. They knocked the
dogs right and left, and got down. If
I live to be hundred years old can
never forgive that conductor.
"What did the conductor do ?" asked
the Board of Trade man, as he broke
out into laugh.
"Do! He did just what you are do
ing now, blow you When he saw
me hanging to the ventilator with both
hands, and with the bell-rope between
my toes, and the dogs standing on their
hind feet trying to take ham sand
wich out of me, he laughed, then struck
an attitude like George Harris, and said:
My gracious Eliza, we are lost !
But don't be afraid. [ Will stand be-
tween you and all harm. We shall yet
be Free And then he tipped a trunk
over on hound and said: Come down,
Eliza, and put on your pants. Well.
they got pair of Uncle Toms pants
out of trunk and I wore them to La
Crosse, and the dogs were kept chained
up, but I never see dog now without
wondering if my suspenders will hold
out to the end. ."-Af5ItUaukee Sentinel