The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-01-16
It Was a New Story.

-Four men we're sitting about the little sta
ton Of Lone Rock, out in Wisconsin, one
night waiting for a train, says the Chicago
Herald They were on their way up to Rich
land Center, where court was In session.
They we're good friends, as strangers at
railway stations usually are, and they were
telling each other stories. The last nara
tive had been about a mule and that re-
minded a gentleman from Indiana Of mule
his father once had. So ne told this story:
My father was a native of Virginia, but he
went to Indiana in the early years and set
tied in Boone county. He started into raise
hogs and he did pretty we'll. But he had one
hog that would always get out OF the pen and
make trouble with the other stock. No mat
ter how high they built that pen he would al
ways climb Out-Go over it hand over hand
just like a sailor. Z hen they would put
on another course Of rails clear around. and
IN few days he would get over that, too.
50 they hnally built pen so high Tor him
that they had to work with ladders 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 out kick a
man at the worlds fair He didn't do very
good uslness with them for some reason or
another, though he deserved TO, and he finally
fell into my fathers debt But they we're 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 a trade. but
thought he should have some boot. So father
gave him a little pig in the bargain. And the
Judge took the pig home and put 1t into the
lot with his mules And it stayed there aud
thrOVe ana got fat. 1t became handsome
pig, and almost the finest in the county.
Everybody in the neighborhood was proud
Of it.
Wen. sir, one time this big, climbing,
gentleman pig Of my fathers concluded he
was due to climb the fence, and so over he
went He had tUsheS about seven inches
long and every time he got out Of the pen he
OF oil mic toll tf,safi
Its proper place. Every time he got out he
killed another hog; cut it all to pieces with
his awful tushes. And so he was going down
the road toward the judges farm, gnashing
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.
1t was Sunday and the people were at ser
vice in the schoolhouse. And they looked out
Of the window and saw with horror the meet
ing OF that terrible swine slayer and the
Judge beauty. And they held their breaths
with terror as the two came together The
hogs looked at each other for a moment,
swapping and smiling the ground, and then at
1t they rushed and began tossing at each
other In the side. and the people quit listen
ing to the sermon and the preacher quit
preaching, and all hands came over to that
side Of the schoolhouSe and looked with bated
breath a. 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 coun-
ty,"
You are a liar That story started from
nv grandfather's town in Seneca county,
New York. Many time have l heard"
Hold on, there; hold or" said a third man.
Your grandfather's farm be hanged! That
story was started in Canada. My father told
1t TO me when was n boy, and then it was
very old. 1t concerned the earliest traditions
OF the province Of Ontario This is the way
it
when you felers git through lying about
that pig" said native, Il don't mind telling
you the truth of it. The fight between them
pigs went of right out here in Juneaus county
and can prove it by"
There comes the train said the man
whose father had lived in Boone county, In
diana And that was the end of their quar-
rel.