Bob, they called him, and he
did all his tricks alone. The Italian went off the stage, and the dog
came on and made his bow, and climbed his ladders, and jumped his
hurdles, and went off again. The audience howled for an encore, and
didn't he come out alone, make another bow, and retire. I saw old Judge
Brown wiping the tears from his eyes, he'd laughed so much. One of the
last tricks was with a goat, and the Italian said it was the best of
all, because the goat is such a hard animal to teach. He had a big ball,
and the goat got on it and rolled it across the stage without getting
off. He looked as nervous as a cat, shaking his old beard, and trying to
keep his four hoofs close enough together to keep him on the ball.
"We had a funny little play at the end of the performance. A monkey
dressed as a lady in a white satin suit and a bonnet with a white veil,
came on the stage. She was Miss Green and the dog Bob was going to elope
with her. He was all rigged out as Mr. Smith, and had on a light suit of
clothes, and a tall hat on the side of his head, high collar, long
cuffs, and he carried a cane. He was a regular dude.
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