Uncle Dick and Lisa's Old Time Animal Tales

Our neighbor of the U. States Gazette, records this morning, the adventures of a mad bull, who made his way down Chestnut st. yesterday, at a pace altogether too rapid for the safety of the foot passengers in that brilliant thoroughfare. The operations of the animal in other streets, however, are left unwritten by our morning contemporary. The excited beast commenced his career in Walnut street, where he overtook two ladies in Black, both of whom he knocked down without any other injury than fright. Just below Eleventh street, the attention of the furious creature was attracted by a young lady in a red merino dress- her he attacked in the most desperate manner, throwing her several feet in the air, rending her dress almost to shreds, but fortunately without seriously wounding her person. On his way into Chestnut street, he encountered Mr. Everly, a respectable comb maker, knocked him down with dangerous force, and hurt him very severely. Mr. E. was quite ill last evening. The bull’s course in Chestnut street is recorded in the Gazette, He ran furiously down the street, plunged into the Delaware, and swam to Smith’s Island. We have not heard of the animal since. His whole career was rapid and striking. The soul of Davy Crockett seems to have descended upon him. “Go ahead!” was his motto, and he fulfilled it well.