The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1891-08-29

entire environment vas given over 10
the victim ui Luke's pruwess.
Next morning, while Il Sabbath still.
nrss reigned elsewhere, bis steership
made it s;iiI at Mrs. Collngs's abode by
defy Jug au, sabbath breaker TO sally
forth. Finally, messenger escaped
from the rear aud made tracks for the
| Thackery dnmicile. Rushing III hot
haste, lie found Cutie Tom and
Italian joe. Between breaths he
managed ~ tell them that Luke's con-
queror had Laid siege to the Collins for
tress and Tom and Joe set out, armed
with Unity two calibre Smith and
Wesson" to capture the monster. Now
1t cannot be said that the steer alarmed
either Tom or Joe; for the fact is that
they got behind barricade and pepper
ed the defenseless brute till he was just
| in trim for such as Stewart. He re-
treated to the main road and there defied
his pepper box adversaries with a come
one come ALL" demeanor. 1t was just
about this time that our nervy bicyclist
was whirling along toward the billy
home of his ancestors.
Hold on" said Ned, the man of
horses. There's an ugly steer up the
road
Let him be ugly" quoth the rider of
bicy cles, who cares? He can't catch
me-
go ahead responded Ned, the horse.
| man.
A minute later, the bespaDgled bicyc-
| lis6 concluded that steers horus are
quicker than cycles wheel. He saw
the steer coming, nostrils dilated, head
down, horns pointing straight ahead, and
| he forgot his speech Come one, come
all, this rock shall fly from its firm base
as soon as T.. Stewart leaped to a
friendly tree-limb and left his faithful
steed TO the tender mercies of the mar
auder But, the bovine terror had no
quarrel with tired iron. He was too
tired himself for that kind of nonsense.
| He turned about and sought foeman
| in the giver of the neighborly advice to
| the proud cyclist. "He was solictous
| for another; let him look we'll to his own
| laures' And so the lawn of Ed Collins
was next invaded. Fortunately for Ned
and to the chagriu of the baffled bovine,
the lawn was full of trees. And the
steer was like the elephant that the
! brick was like; it couldn't climb tree"
In fact the trees proved its drest foes all
the way Stewart, seeing Ned freed,
came down from his perch and approach
ed his now distracted enemy just i'll time
to hear a sound marvelously like-"The
biggest coon hunt I've had since | came
to Elkton'', and swore vengeance on the
brute for having overheard him when
she darkey tent was raided. Stewart
had regaiued his deserted stead aud rode
into the lawn, a long way Oft from the
! steer. You might almost have believed
it was the Levite passing by on the other
side, SO cold and distaut was his charity.
Get rope, Stewart, yelled Ned from
the tree boughs. Rope nothin'' said
Stewart, 1--we been there But, a
hired man brought IA pillow line and
Stewart, under advice of Ned in the tree
boughs, made a moose. He appro .ched
cautiously while the steer remained at
bay, and played cow boy just little. 1t
was not enough. The steer tossed his
horns and the moose failed to connect
But, if the steers horns failed to connect
with Stewards corduroys, it was not
steery's fault. He Hinged for the mata
dore. One instant Stewart halted,-al
most fatal Instant. The steer was on
him, and Stewart, appalled,, had forgot
| ten the friendly tree. He made break
and connected with little Miss Collins
| barbed wire fence around her flower bed.
The barbs played havoc with Stewart
corduroys and lacerated his hands right
cruelty. But it treated the steer no bet
ter. Both were hung at once;-the steer
| in the eyes, Stewart in the breeches.
| Both were dazed and the Matadore was
saved. He escaped first and this time
did not forget the friendly tree. ''By
this time the torches were played out
| The steers lamp OF life was nearly ex-
tinguIshed. Luke's blunderbuss, Tom
and Joe's pepper-box, Stewards cycle,
Ned's mad flight, the heated day and
night, and sundry other developments,
not forgetting the activity of Ned's lazy
hired man who sought to play deeoy
and suddenly learned that he could climb
a tree, had about exhausted the vitality
of the maddened beast. and be lay down
| beueath the shade of the tree to which
he had been lassoed, and died. Mr..
Wells is out fifty dollars for a valuable
beef done to death; the people alon the
plank road are out nights sleep for his
mad incursious; Luke has demonstrated
that mad steer has more terrors for him
than a quicksand in we'll: and Stewart,
the cool and reckless, with ruined suit
and damaged hand has demonstrated
the courage of the natadore by becom-
ing paralyzed when the mad bull APP
preached. Ga this side is the humorous
aud the pathetic in recital. Who will
suggest the remedy?. Is there not a
better way? Must the public run the
risk of mad bulls in the highway. Ask
| the matadOre,