The Bozeman courier. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1919-1954, 1925-09-16
"EARMINI9
IMADES BELGRADE
Excitement Reighs When Intru-
der Discovered; Battle En-
. sues, Animal Is Slain

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It was c. W. COOn's fox terrier,
Billy, barking at something in the
garden. AS his staccatO yippings
continued. it dawned upon Maurice
Heck, who lives nearby, that some
thing was amiss.
"H'm! Guess I'll take a peek and
see what that pesky pups yapping
at" unused Maurice. Suiting action
to word he crossed the lot and "skin-
ned" the garden fence.
There, backed into a corner, his jet
black eyes swapping, every quill at
an angle Of 80 degrees to his body,
was a huge pOrcupme- At a discreet
distance Billy cireled and danced,
barking menace and defiance.
Maurice's eyes sparkled. Ten years
fell from his shoulders like a discard
I ed coat, and he was a boy again.
"WhoOp-e-e-e-e-el His far-flung
cry carried a strong suggestion Of a
5 triumphant Indian warwhOOp. "Suf-
ferin' catfish, feIlers, c'mon over and
? see the wild animal we gOt!"
Maurice's challenging invitation
2 commanded attention and melted ac-
3 ton. Prudently Selling a club big
enough no fell an OK, Hugh Biggs
came gallOping down the alley. He
was closely followed by Walter Stew
! art, likewise armed.
Inside the house d~ignified Mr.. Coon
e (he's a banker, y'knOw) caught the
infection Of excitement and with a
shout dashed out the back door. AT
ter him came Mrs. Coon, pretty and
petite, her eyes dancing with excite
ment as she surveyed the battle
ground. Behind her were three little
COOns, wide-eyed with wonder.
"Yip! ~Crimenently Christmas, ainF
he a whopper!' yelled Mr.. Coon, sur,
veying the invader Of the garden
: from a safe observation post.
: At this juncture Billy, the fox ter
- rier, decided that sufficient reinforce
ments were on hand and boldly wen
- "Over the top" with intention Of crap
% ping his foe.
Instantly his Owner sensed hi
in danger. "Hi, there, you -consarne,
pup Don't you know anything a
tall?" And Mr.. Coon made a flyinl
tackle. There was a brief scrimmagC
in a yelp or two, and Billy, chagrine
m at being thus fOrcibly deprived Of hi
av revenge, was unceremOniOusly depOs
er tied behind the door of a screened-I
porch, from which ignOminOus prise
he he tried vainly to escape.
at "Well, what are you going to do?
RI queried Mrs. Coon, who likes actor
he LET me get my gum shouted M.
ed Coon. He returned proudly bearin
a shiny % special
wait a minute-Iu call the mi
sus," interrupted Maurice. In a mon
ent she appeared. Other men, won
en- and children of the neighborhoC
were arriving, too.
"Stand back fellers, an let n
Il plug him." ordered Mr.. Coon, steaI
ily dwelling his weapon.
r cav! Don't waste a cartridge ,
.s+ him. interposed Mr.. Biggs. "We c;
kill him with a club"
CPL finish him." volunteered N
Stewart. Firmly gripping his instr
ment Of war, he valiantly charged t
,ire animated pin cushion
High in the air rose the clu
Swish! It descended with a thum
and POrky took the full force Of
on his innocent black head. But
was old and tough. He stagger
but did not fall.
"Well, I'll be ~jiggered!" exclaim
n the crowd, in unison.
Splitting on his hands and grippi
his shillalah tighter, Mr.. Stewart
tackled again. Swish! Thumpl
This time Perky sank to his kDe
taking the count Of nine. He v
grOggy when the bell sounded.
Round three opened with a slash
cyclone Of blows that beat POrky
,e~+- earth, A gasp, a shudder, and
gave up the CHEST.
With due forethought for the fut
welfare Of Billy, the body was q
fully removed to a nearby field
burial The crowd, with a sigh
D. relaxing tension, dispersed.
man Billy, frantic with eageTness to
-lnn' into the fray, was lOosed. Dashinl
the the scene Of battle, he shifted inq
ord ingly. Then he turned to his mas
There was injury and reproach ID
2 d big brown eyes.
mu- We'll" he seemed to say. "If