The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1903-11-22
Fox TERROR Gets His
Friend the Bulldog
to Fight for Him

Say, boys, do you know that dogs
are mighty intelligent creatures ?" said
travelling man to small bunch of
drummers gathered in a big wholesale
house in the boot and shoe district
sometimes they show the mental apt
ness of human being, and 1 think L
can tell you case in point to justify
my saying so.
DO any of you remember Bobby
| Moore? No? Well, he used to drum the
| Snoe trade in the suburban towns about
| that much maligned city of Paterson,
! and on his trips he was frequently ac-
| compan1ed by fox terrier He was
pretty lively dog in scrap, but Bob
by made it more of family pet and
discouraged the pups participation in
dog fights. For all that kind of work
ne relied upon a brindle bull terrier
that he kept chained down in his cellar
and which saw little of the outside
world except when it was getting his
muscles in shape for a little engage
ment in a pit. What / want to tell you
about is the sagacity of that fox ter
rier, but while l am doing it l ought to
let you in on a little trick that the bull
had when it was training Bobby
taught it to chew on tough sponge.
He said that it made the bulls jaw
muscles stronger and gave him a bet
ter hold in fight. Every day that dog
would MUNICH on that sponge for hour
after hour.
But to get back to my story; to
put you wise to wonderful display Of
canine wisdom. One summers day
Bobby was doing the little towns along
the eastern end of the Susquehanna
| railroad, and about in the evening
landed in Butler, about sixteen miles
west of Paterson, his fox terrier with
him. The owner and dog steered
straight for George Casteline's hotel.
near the depot, and Bobby registered
for the night The dog was to stay,
too, but 1t was assigned to the back
yard to keep company with big, high
shouldered, vicious mongrel, the prop
erty of the landlord. Now, the mon
grel did not relish the visit of the ca
nine stranger and resented the intru-
sion by swapping the terrier by the
neck. The little dog had no chance
with the big fellow, and when Bobby
and Casteline kicked them apart, they
having been attracted to the back yard
by the terriers squeals, it was so badly
punished that it never made even a
move to scratch.
Bobby tried to capture his pet to
learn the extent of his injuries, but the
dog, instead Of answering to its masters
call. as it usually did most promptly
dashed from the yard through the hotel
and down the turnpike toward home in
IT,,
rier was feeter of foot and was soon lost
in turn of the road. Now to say that
Bobby was hot is putting it real mild.
He was mad clean through but under the
benign influence of numerous rickies and
the repeated and profuse apologies of the
landlord he retired with the rest of the
house about midnight in less perturbed
state of mind.
''About O'Clock in the morning the still
quiet of the little town was rudely broken
by the hideous sounds of high canine
carnival. 1t seemed to the sleeping in
habitant as if the first days exhibits of
Madison Squares yearly show had been
suddenly dumped upon them. The air
was thick with yelps, barks and squeals.
In the still of the morning 1t seemed as il
a thousand dogs were at battle The in
mates of the hotel were Immediately
aroused, for the noise came from the yard
in the rear of it, and in a trice the male
occupants of the hOstelry slipped on part
of their clothing and Scurried down stairs.
Among them were Bobby and the land
lord.
when they reached the back yard
what do you think they saw there by the
light of the full summer moon? There
was Casteline's big, mongrel fiat on its
back with its paws clawing the air, and
over it and at its throat was Bobby's big
fighting bull chewing the life out Of It,
In a shadow, over in one corner Of the
yard, was the whipped fox terrier. but 1t
was no longer dropped-eared and defect
ed. Squatted on its launches with wag-
ging tail and protrouding tongue, its
dancing bright eyes seemed to say. I
knew I'd get even And it did. The
men tried to separate the fighting dogs
with sticks and clubs. but it was no go.
The bull was a fighter and held on till
the mongrel made its last effort and
keeled over. dead dog.
How did the bull get there? Well
that's a question. A few days later
when Bobby returned to his home, he
found cellar window broken. He says
that the terrier must have run all the
way home from the hotel and. breaking
through the cellar window told its trou-
BILE to the bull in their own dog language
Eyes, l know that / said the bull was
kept tied and the chain that held him at
tached to the collar with a strong steel
snap at that, too. Bobby says that the
fox terrier must have sprung the snap
with its teeth and then hurried off with
its companion to seek revenge And IL
got it. too. Don't you think SOP