The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1894-02-24
an CID STORY.
From the Chicago HERALD

-Four men were sitting about the lit
tie station of Lone Rock. ont in Wis
consin, one night waiting for a train.
They were on their way up to Richland
Center, where court was IN session.
They were good friends, as strangers
at railway station usually are, and
they We're telling each other stories.
The last narrative had been about q
mule, and that reminded gentleman
from Indiana of mule his father once
had. So he told this story:
My father was native of Virginia.
but he went to Indiana in the early
years and settled in Boone county. He
started in to raise hogs, and he did
pretty well. But he had one hog that
would always get out of the pen and
make trouble with the other stock
No matter how high they built that
pen he would always climb out-go
over it hand over hand, just like a
sailor. Then they would put on an
other course of rails clear around, and
in day or two he would climb over
that. Then another course, and in a
few days he would get over that, too.
So they finally built pen so high for
him that they had to work with lad
ders TO get the top rail on the fence.
And yet he went over.
Next farm to that of my father was
one belonging to Judge Bottom. He
raised mules. He had the darndest.
biggest lot of mules you ever saw.
And they could outkick man at the
worlds fair. He didn't do very good
business with them for some reason
or other. though he deserved to,
and he finally fell into my IA
theirs debt. But they were al
ways good friends, and father said
he would take one of the mules
to square the account. The judge
agreed to that kind of trade, but
thought he should have some boot. So
father gave him little pig in the bar
gain. And the judge took the pig
home and put it into the lot with his
mules. And it stayee there and throve
and got fat. 1t became a handsome
pig, and almost the finest in the coun-
ty. Every in the neighborhood
was proud of it.
Well sir, one time this big, climb
ing gentleman pig of my fathers con-
cluded he was due to climb the fence
again, and SO over ne went. He had
tushes about seven inches long, and
every time he got out of the pen he
killed some other pig. | forgot to tell
that in its proper place. Every time
he got out he killed another pig; cut it
all to pieces with his awful tushes.
And so he was going down the road to-
ward the judges farm. crashing his
terrible jaws and grunting threats at
the whole male hog creation. And
there he came upon this Adonis among
swine from the mule pen of the Judge.
''It was Sunday and the people were
at service in the schoolhouse And
they looked out of the window and
saw with horror the meeting of that
terrible swine slayer and the judges
beauty. And they held their breaths
with terror as the two came together.
The hogs looked at each other for a
moment, swapping and shifting the
ground, and then at it they rushed and
began tossing at each other in the side.
and the people quit listening to the
sermon and the preacher quit preach
ing, and all hands came over to that
side of the schoolhouse and looked with
bated breath at that fight.
"They expected to see the big hog
from my fathers place tear his foe to
pieces in moment But what was
their surprise to see the handsomest of
pigs turn about with his tail to his
enemy at the most critical moment OF
the fight, and deliver a kick, exactly
like that of mule, directly between
the eyes of the most terrible boar in
the country! And the kick was fatal.
1t was totally unexpected, and it was
instant death"
''You say that happened in Indiana"
asked another of the travellers
Yes: on my fathers farm in Boone
county"
You are a liar. That story started
from my grandfather's town in Seneca
county, n. Y. Many time have l
heard"
Hold on, there; hold on" said a
,hird man. 'Y our grandfather's farm
Je hanged, That story was started in
Canada. My father told it to me when
was boy, and the tin was very old.
It concerned the earliest traditions of
he province of Ontario. This is the
way it"
When you fellers git through lying
about that pig" said native, Il don't
mind telling you the truth of it. The
light between them pigs went off right
,ut here in Juneau county, and l can
prove it by"
There comes the train said the
nan whose father had lived in Boone
county, Ind. And that was the end
If their quarrel