The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1892-10-05
Won't Bite q Man That Is Drunk.

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Some men we're sitting in the hotel bar
room here the other day, talking about
dogs and the wonderful intelligence dis
played by them under various circum-
stances. Every man had dog, and
each dog, as his master described it,
was a particularly interesting dog to
know. One was a fox dog that never
left the trail of tired fox to chase a
newly started one, and was, moreover,
game TO run to earth the best bushy tail
that ever killed chickens. Another had a
deg that would go to the postofice for the
mail and do variety of useful as well as
interesting things. Another had q bird
dog that could 'just do everything but
talk"
After these men had had their say, a
liptener, who WAS apparently of the kind
who would like to be on the contrary
side, began to tell how much he had dis
liked dogs, and how much pleasure be has
in fighting and ocnqueriug them. He
allowed that some of ths tribe might be
useful in one way and another, but their
value as watch dogs, he said, was simply
in the noise they made. There never
was a dog, at least he had never seen q
dog, so ferocious that be couldn't over
come it bare-handed.
Perhaps" said one of the listeners,
"you'd like to try it on now and show us
how you do it."
"I don't know; I might" replied the
man. "Hsve you got dog that's par
ticularly good on the chaw'"
"No, he amt particularly good, but
he's out there under the shed, and you
might show us how to conquer him by
getting into the wagon where he is.
still, 7 wouldn't try it if I was you.
You'll get hurt, unless you kill him, and,
of course, you're not to do that"
"Kill him2 No. I wouldn't kill him
If you wanted me to do. Didn't say
I'd do it bare.handed ?"
"That's what you said, and I'd like to
nee it done if it could be, but you'd bet
Ter not try it."
"I'll bet you two dollars I can do it,
and neither me nor the dog'll get hurt.
You put your dog on the seat and I'll
get up and sit alongside of him."
So the money was staked with the bar
tender, and, after couple of drinks all
around, everybody started for the door.
Going around the corner of the building,
the shed was seen to be full of wagons,
andathe one with the dog was conspicu.
Gus because the dog lay curled up on the
seat. 1t was brigh. looking shepherd
and as the men louDged around the cor
ner he raised his head for o look and
then put it down on his paws again. At
that the owner of the dog turned to the
dog trainer to say: "There'a the rig"
The man, however, was already on his
way to the shed, and he went in most
astonishing form. His hat was cooked
on the back of his head, his eyes were
half closed, and his mouth was open,
while he swayed and reeled from eide to
side as man does when almost too
drunk to stand. He was talking to him.
self in mudlin way, and just before
reaching the shed began to sing in q
thick voice. When half way through q
stanza of "Molly Darling" he stumbled
against the wagon adjoining that hold
ing the dog with slam that made things
rattle, The spectators looked on in
amazement, but the dog lay still with
his eyes on the man. Then the man
still singing, climbed awkwardly in over
the hind wheel of the wagon he had fall
len against reeled forward, stumbled
against the seat, and fell heavily into the
next wagon, between the dashboard anc
the seat where the dog lay. There he
remained for a moment, talking as 6
drunken man might do, and then, sing
| ing as before, began to struggle up to the
! seat. A minute later he was on the seat
the dog having first edged over to make
room for him, and then jumped dowr
into the wagonbed.
aD-n you p' said the owner, chow
did you know I ever got into my wagon
drunk z"
"I don't know it," was the reply, "but
did know that dogs won't bite a man
when he's reeling drunk"