The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1891-07-23
HOW HE DOWNED 4 DOG.


The story-teller was a book agent,
nevertheless 1 enjoyed listening to HIM
as he reeled off the yarn something after
this style:
DOWN in Jones county lives farmer
who used to keep bulldog for the speci-
al purpose of soaring away book agents
and tramps who otherwise he declared,
would poster the life out of his wife and
hired girl
Now if there was any one thing that
Tiger enjoyed it was a live, lone-legged
sound-lunged book agent, one who could
run and yell. His rather melancholy
countenance would light up the instant
he caught sight of one of these gentle
beings ambling up toward the front door
Then he would quietly slide in under the
front stoop and calmly awaft the approach
of the unsuspecting victim. When the
book agent was within ten feet of the first
step out would spring old Tiger with a
savage growl. The frightened agent,
with yell of terror, would bound back
ward and start on bee line for the gar
den wall. But before he could take three
bounds old Tiger, with low chuckllnG
growl of pleasure, would fasten his shar
teeth in the seat of his trousers. and hang
on until the farmer and his two hired
men came with crow bars and grinning
faces, pIied the jaws apart and set the
captive free.
"All this | learned from one who had
recently been there"
The CORY tale set my heart IN tumult
OF indignation, and determined to teach
that bulldog lesson. | procured three
pounds of the strongest cayenne pepper
obtainable, fastened it firmly in the seat
of my trousers my second best-and
thus loaded walked boldly up to the
home of the cranky farmer and carnlver-
Gus bulldog.
As swung open the gate [ saw old
Tiger dodge in under the front piazza |
walked boldly on, and when within about
four feet of the first step, with blood
curdling growl old Tiger sprang for me.
He was an awful sight, with his wide
open mouth fnll of cleaning worries, and
[ turned and ran for all | was worth. L
bad not made three jumps before L felt a
jerk and heard ripping, tearing sound,
and then my ears were greeted with a
howl of pain. | then knew that the bull
dog had gotten his eyes, nose and mouth
chock full of my second best trousers and
cayenne pepper. A..great JOY welled up
into my heart and [ stopped and watch
el the animal.
He howled as though 100 tiends
had lent him their tongues, clawed his
mouth, rolled over rare flowers. demolish-
rose bushes, turned double somersaults
its backward and forward, and practlced
all kinds of astounding gymnastic feats.
At last one OF his gyrations landed him
on the back stoop. In moment the
swill- barrel was tipped over, and the
farmers wife and hired girl were upset
in its contents. Great then was the con-
fusion for few moments. During this
melee | though it best to decamp, and
turned and walked, happy and triumph
ant, away. The last glimpse [ caught of
the dog as [ passed over the brow of the
hill found him rolling lot of clothes
that had Just been laid out on the grass
to dry.
''The next day | called again to note
results and to reap my reward.
The moment stepped within the yard
| saw the bulldog with head down and
tail between his legs, start like streak
of spotted lightning for the barn, whence
ever and anon, long drawn, agonlzlng
bowls reached my ears.
when once in the house [ was treated
like king. The farmers wife and hired
gIrl had not chance to talk with book
agent for six months, and consequently
were almost wild with delight to see me.
The old lady bought $50 dollars worth
of books, cash down; the hired girl had
me write IN her autograph album, where
none but her dearest friends were allow
ed to scribbe; and when at last | was
compelled to go the dear old lady gave
me her blessings in a trembling voice,
and a Bible; while the hired girl. as she
hid her streaming eyes IN the folds of her
not over-clean apron, begged me to send
her my photograph and a lock of my au
burn hair."-NeW York Herald.