Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1893-04-20
M'NEERY'S NATURAL HISTORY,
IT Concerns Pigs That Flight and Birds
Tint Raca.

It Concerns Pigs That Flight and Birds
That Race.
"McKcnna," said Col. McNerry, "have
you that bull pup o yourn yet?'
81 have" said the gentleman adj
dressed "Didn't he lunch on the front
leg of O'Brgn's brindle Sarsfeld last
weelS9"
"Wcll, Johnnay tell You what I'll
do" continued the colonel, "rll bet
you tcn.dollar note that | can find
pig that'll bate your pup"
"G'wan," said Mr., McKenna. "Thcres
no animal on the hoof that can lick
that pup. Didn't he ate the nose of
Ackcrmans bull? Didn't he lick the
wildcat that run away from the circus
the big man with the red hair had on
Archer road, and was there ever n bull
tarricr came into Brigh ton Park that
could hold candle to him. give or take
ted pounds2 Pig, me eyeH
80 he did; so he did" unused tho
colonel. Right you a.are, Johnnny.
Dan'l O'Comell is Il good dog, and well
he might be for havin' the name of the
foinest divvle of n man that ever polled
his thumb in the British lions eye.
Did We never hear what he done TO
Dizraly! Why he sez you're the
lineal descndint of the unrepintant
thafe, ser he. BE gar, he did, Johnny
Dizraly challenged him to 6oohl
'Doohl nothing SCI OConncll, I'll
fight nah jew man, he SCI, an with
that he up an soaked him in the 1ah.
A great man he was, indeed, indeed
Johnnay, although my father knew
him when he didn't have coat to his
back; and your dog is great dog, too,
but there's pigs that can bate him.
They amt no tame pigs, but South
American pigs, pcecaries they calls
them, that can fight like Roscowmon
man at a funeral. The one | read
about In the papers was locked up in u
bird store with bull terrier-a fifty
pound white dog that had licked every
crathurc in the whole city of New
York. A bould terrier Of dog with a
pair Of front legs like Senator Noonans
an iah that looked as If it was
chopped IN with an ice pick an tail no
bigger than n cork of pint bottle an
two little eyes like a hone collar button
in red flannel shirt. by dad, more
ferocious looliin haste never went into
pit. No what do You suppose the pid
done with that pup? What do you
suppose he done? He burst from
his cage and lie le'pt for the dog. lie
fetched him sohItef in the jah an an.
other in the eye, he grabbed him by the
ear an when he ken down lie bit n
chunk out + him as big as u man-hole
cover. Then he went at i'm with his
tusks an -"
God save us, man, that's enough"
said Mr. McKenna, thoroughly fright
encd by the colonels realism.
Eyes, Johnnay," said the colonel, de-
lighted with the effect of the story.
ITS an old saying an true one;
There's more things than We dream of,
Mercutio In the heavens an the earth,
an the waters Under the earth There's
| animals in Africa an South America,
hn'-au Baloonia that talks an acts
like man. There's birds that can run
| fuster than railroad train. Did |
ever tell ye about the cossowary In
Barnum's circus that raced little Mike
Casey, the fastest Splinter in Chicago?'
"You never did," said Mr.. McKenna.
And what's cOssowaryT'
"a cossowary, John, is burrd, u
said the colonel patronizingly.
''Faith, and so are YOU" said Mr..
McKenna. Good night. Chicago
| Sunday Post.