"Indian" George's Fox
Contact: Michelle Harder
----Source: Neillsville republican and Press, Neillsville WI. 8 June 1889, page 8.
MR. BEAULIEU'S FOX
Mr. I George (better known is business circles as Indian George), of Polecat Canyon, below Dells Dam, came into town on memorial Day to visit with his cousin, M.F. Beaulieu. Mr. George brought with him a small fox, the product of his vast farm lying along the length of the Black River. Esquire George presented the fox to Julius Neverman, Mr. Beaulieu's clerk, who placed him in the woodshed back of the store. Within ten minutes the fox had found its way out of the box and into the cistern. Julius plunged into the cistern bravely and rescued the fox at the expense of the ducking, which left not a dry thread on him. Julius went home to change his clothes, taking the pet with him. But his parents wouldn't hear of harboring the animal, and coldly drove Julius from home. He brought the fox back to the store and begged Mr. Beaulieu to keep it for him. Beaulieu accepted the young fox, but laughed at Julius for being fired form the house. Beaulieu said he would like to make the acquaintance of the man or woman who would dare to drive him outdoors for bringing a poor little fox home. Now, anyone who is acquainted with the pure, 98 and a half percent,, cussedness of a pet fox knows the difficulty one can get into in ten seconds when allowed the freedom of the house. When Beaulieu went to dinner he carried the pet along and put it in the kitchen. Within two minutes it was in a batch of dough which had been set to rise behind the stove. The hired girl "shewed" it with her apron,, but the bread was warm, and the fox concluded to take a nap. Then Mrs. Beaulieu came in and took a broom and whacked the fox over the head. The fox jumped up from the bread pan into a kettle of cold lard. Then the fox was whacked again, and the broom knocked over a large rack loaded with freshly ironed clothes, and the clothes fell into a wash tub of water. The fox with its greasy feet ran into a bedroom and over the bed, and tried to jump through a closed window, only succeeding in tearing down a curtain. The race after the fox was then given up, and an attack made on Beaulieu himself. Beaulieu was quietly eating his dinner, and silently enjoying the efforts of the woman folks attempt to drive the fox out, when the hired girl gently tapped him on the head with a rolling pin. Then swish came a broom alongside of his head, dropping his ear down like a canvas awning; then whack came the rolling pin under his jaw, and Beaulieu started for the door. When he emerged, three teeth were missing, the rear extension of his left ear was dished the wrong way, and his lower jaw hung to larboard. Beaulieu's gate is some thirty feet away from his front door, but the pendulum of the clock did not swing half way back from one side to the other until Beaulieu had made the distance and into the middle of the street, with all his upper canvas in rags. The fox escaped and took refuge in Beaulieu's cheese factory nearby, where it died from eating cheese. Beaulieu says nothing about being driven from his home. When Beaulieu gets three new front teeth, his jaw swung back into position, the splints off his ear, and his arm out of the sling, he will again appear in public.
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