After considerable trampling of all my early vege-
tables, under the eyes of my guests, I managed to
get the ringleader of the swinish multitude into my
parlor. He was a large, powerful looking fellow,
with a great deal of comb, long legs, mottled com-
plexion, and ears pretty well dpgged. He stood
for a moment at bay against the sofa, then charged
upon the dogs, ran against the centre table, which
he accidentally upset, got headed off by Captain
Bacon, who came to the rescue, darted under our
quartette tables — making a general distribution of
confectionery, and finally got cornered in the
piazza.
By this time I was so much exasperated that I
was capable of taking the life of the intruder, and



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probably should bave done so bad my gun not been
at the gunsmith's. In striking at him with a fatick,
I accidentally hit one of the dogs such a blow as to
disable him. But I was determined to capture the
destroyer atd put him in the pound. After some
difficulty in getting him out of the piazza, I drove
him into the library and finally out in the ground.
The rest of his confederates were there, quietly
feeding on the remains of the garden. Finally I
found myself on the hot, high road, with all my
captives and one dog, in search of the pound. Not
knowing where the pound was, after driving them
for a quarter of a mile, I made inquiry of a respec-
table looking man, whom I met, in corduroy
breeches, on the road. He informed me that he
did not know. I then fell in with a colored boy
who told me the only pound was at Dobb's Ferry.
