Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1886-01-21

The strain, however, was too much for
Bob, and then the briars and brambles
had such fair play at his naked skin he
was obliged to turn loose his hold and
scramble out the best way he could.
When at last safely on the top of the
bank he could see nothing of his horse
and clothes, yet he could hear the former
moving through the woods and com
menced calling to him.
Scope, Roan," Scope, Roam"
Then he heard him nicker and he felt
better, for the noise came from the direc-
ton of the ferry road, and he felt that
the horse was going the right way, and
hoped he would stop when he reached
the road. After twisting and turning
and enduring many ugly and painful
scratches and bruises, Bob arrived at the
road himself, but there vas no horse
there. He stopped to listen, then he be-
gan calling again. W
scope, Roam = Scope, Roam"
And again he heard nicker, this time
several hundred yards up the road and in
the direction of Farmer Moore's house.
Bob struck trot and soon got view of
the horse, which was leisurely walking
along the road. When old Roam saw
Bob in a run he, too, struck a trot and
was soon out of sight again. The two
kept up for fully half hour, Bob having
in the meantime fallen down In the dust
and dirt two or three times, and having
run and fretted himself into profuse
perspiration.
Finally, Bob emerged from the woods
and swamp and had just entered the lane
leading up to Farmer Moore's house when
he saw old Roam, several hundred yards
ahead of him, turning into the big gate
Of the pasture in front Of the house.
Bob entered by the same gate, and had
almost overtaken his horse, when the
latter jumped over the low fence that sur
rounded the houseyard. This aroused
the dogs and in another moment lot OF
ours and hounds came bounding toward
the fence. Bob had but moment to
think, and in that short time revolved a
great many things in his mind. To stay
there was to be chawed and mangled by
that yelping pack of dogs. To reach
the pasture gate was his only hope, so,
without further ado, he faced about and
put out at the top Of his speed. In the
meantime the dogs had cleared the gar
den fence and were tearing toward him,
yelping and howling-and were only a
few feet from him when he reached the
big gate, which was still open. Poor
Bob was almost out of breath, but he
managed to mount the fence and to climb
to the top of one of the gate posts,
where he, with great difficulty steadied
himself while he helloed at the dogs:
''Get down. keep backl"
Presently, amid the noise made by the
dogs, he could hear voices in the yard,
and at the door Of the house, then some
body cried out:
''Hellol Who's thatG What do you
want2"
Then he heard some one call, 'fYou,
Tige9 you Bose! Come here. STRIP
But Tige and Rose and all the rest Of
the dogs kept up their racket at the
pasture gate, leaping up and swapping at
poor Bob, who with great difficulty held
his position on top of the gate post
After awhile Bob saw parties with 8
pine torch coming toward him, and ht
soon recognized old Mr.. Moore, and made
known to him who he was and begged
him to get the dogs away. This was
done with some difficulty, and Bob got
down. He had kind and sympathizing
friend in his host, who conducted him
into the house by the side door, where
Bob was not long in telling the whole
story of his mishap. The old farmer
could not keep from laughing, and repeat
edly apologized, but Bob took it all ir
good part, and at times, laughed heartily
himself Water was brought, and while
Bob was cleansing himself Of the dir
and perspiration, the old man went oui
to look for the horse and get the bnndle
of clothes. He found old Roam quietly
grazing in the yard, but there was nc
bundle of clothes attached to the saddle
This information almost killed Bob, but
the old man, who had left the room, soon
returned, bringing complete outfit Of
his own clothing. They would have
answered very well if Bob had not beer
very slender and almost six feet tall,
while Mr.. Moore was very corpulent and
hardly more than five feet two.
1t was the best that could be done, SO
Bob put them on, and there was another
hearty laugh.
1t being quite late, and Mr.. Moore
knowing that Bob must be very tired, he
proposed to him to retire, and bade him
goodnight, telling him that he would
start two Of his negro servants by day
light down to the river in search Of his
lost clothes Bob thanked him, but had
made mental resolve himself to 90 on
the same errand. The thought Of those
terrible dogs in the yard, however, de-
tered him, and he concluded to trust to
the services Of the two negroes. He went
to bed and was soon asleep, and when he
awoke in the morning it was to answer
the call of Nose" who was knocking at
the door and calling: Mars Bob, Mars
Bob, here's them clos Of yourn."