The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-09-24
LAID LOW WITH A COLT.
CAPT. j. c. POsTELL PUT AN END TO
AN INFURIATED BLACK COW.

vine Policeman Crfmmtns
Emptied His Pistol at Her, Putting
One Shot In Her Leg-Capt. POsten
Got His Colts and Plugged Her In
the Indicated Spot of the First
shOt-The Cow Made Things Lively
for u Time.
A black COW rampant in a motley crowd,
chewing a wire grass cud ana splitting
froth with the motto, Right in the neck"
might now be taken by Capt. J. c. Postell
as a fit and knightly device. He shot an
infuriated bovine yesterday afternoon, and
did it in the most approved style. 1t was
amid cheers that the beast went down,
after having terrorized a crowd of people.
Capt. Postell was riding along on Bull
street about 4 o'clock. When he rounded
Madison square he saw the outskirts of a
crowd between the De Soto and the home
of Capt. c. S. Richmond. He turned in
that direction 10 see what all the trouble
was about He did not get far, however,
before wildly waving arms held him up.
He dismounted and took a look about him.
Around on the corner of Drayton and
Harris streets he saw a black COW tossing
her head from side to side. The beast
looked mean and she was acting that
way. Just then Capt. Postel heard four
shots ring out, but they didn't phaze the
cow. She kept tossing her head. Hello"
thought the captain; that can't be Rich
mond shooting" The idea of Richmond
was suggested by the neighborhood and
his well known habit of being about when
anything in the way of target practice is
afoot. The failure of the cow to drop,
however, did not accord with the thought
that Richmond was pulling a trigger. and
presently Capt. Postell saw policeman.
The officer had shot from buggy into
which he had climbed 10 be well out Of
reach of the COW. He emptied his revolv-
er at the animal, firing at her head The
distance was the width of Drayton street.
One of the shots hit the COW in the leg
Capt Postell saw a chance to do some
thing he had wished 10 for a long while
to shoot a large animal with a pistol.
He remounted his wheel hastily and start
ed for the Hussars armory. Arrived
there, he got one of the big 45-caliber
Colts reVolvers the troop uses, secured
some cartridges and started back for the
COW scrap. When he got there he found
the scene had shifted. The central figure
of the show had taken her stand around
on Harris street, with her side up against
Mr.. Richmonds wall. Froth was drop
ping from her mouth and the same tossing
of her head was seen.
His wheel was left at the De Soto steps,
and Capt Postel walked toward the
crowd that stood at a very respectful
distance from Dos. Shall l shoot her2''
he asked of the policeman, who stood
near. Yes" answered the officer. do
you want her shot?" Capt. Postell asked
the owner Of the cow Yes shoot her
quick said Mr.. Morgan, to whom she be-
longed He had been afraid for half an
hour that the COW would kill someone.
She had led him a great chase, and he
had wanted the policeman TO kill her
Where do you want her shot?" asked
the captain. Picking a spot was some
thing new to the policeman and the owner
of the cow Any old place would have
suited them; ell they wanted was some
body who could hit her. "Shoot her right
behind the ear" said Mr. Morgan. IAN
right" said the captain.
The gong Colts was raised it paused a
moment, held by the steady grip and with
The eagle eye behind 1t. The COW had but a
slight chance before the aim of the Sea
Girter who has won so many prizes in con-
tests, and wien the crack came, down went
the animal in heap and up went cheer.
Capt. PosteA walked over to see where he
had hit the COW. The policeman, Officer
Crimmins, who had done the first shoot
ing, and the owner of the beast were with
him. The shot had gone right through the
jugular vein, right through the place upon
which the owner would have put his finger
to indicate where he wanted her shot, If
the COW had been in mood to allow any
such familiarity. Mr.. Morgan drew his
knife and cut the cows throat. Presently
a butchers wagon was driven up the bel
licose bovine was put IN IT, and to-day she
may be eaten by a number of the good cit
liens Of Savannah.
Capt Posten received many congratula-
tons He was looked upon as something of
a hero by those who saw the shooting. The
COW had been furious for a considerable
time. She had made a number of wild
charges at people. who had only saved
themselves by flight Her tragic end may
possibly have been all that saved some per-
son from a tragic end. Her horns We're all
right, and she looked as if she knew how
to use them. She looked ugly all the time,
and her actions were such as might never
have been attributed TO a steady and Sc
date COW. Such disreputabe conduct in u
Cow" Of the other gender would not have
been so surprising This cow, however,
was just from the wiregrass regions It
was only in the morning that she hit the
town, and she decided she would hit il
hard One part Of it she hit as she wanted
to. This is now covered by a little pile of
sand II is on Mr.. Richmonds sidewalk,
and marks the place where the ''old COW
died"
Morgan & Bro, the butchers, unloaded
fifteen head of cattle from the chute early
In the morning. In the afternoon Mr. w.
T. Morgan started to take them out 10 his
pasture On Montgomery street, near Lib
erty. the black cow split off from the
bunch and started amuck. She was wild
and crazy, and MIR. Morgan saw she was
going to give him trouble. He chased her
out to the park extension, having O sort of
picadors time with her all the way. They
came back from Whitaker the COW charg-
ing everything in sight. The De Soto was
reached, and the COW saw a vision of
green pastures. She rushed into the hotel
grounds on the Harris street side.
A plasterer was busy at work with some
lime. He had just begun mixing ii up,
when the cow made wild rush for him.
He scrambled out of the way and found a
place of shelter. The COW got into the
lime. which burned her severely, adding TO
her madness She ran out of the grounds