{"newspaper_name": "The Washingtonian.", "edition": "01", "page": "p2", "byline": ""}
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A good story, if not true, truth-like, was
recently told by our neighbor of the Eagle, Of
Messrs. Jones and Copple, Of the Exchange
Hotel, who, finding that the refrigerator in the
yard, in which they are accustomed to put
woodcock and other niceties for cool keeping,
was occasionally opened and choice things abb
stracted, substituted one night some big snap
ping-turtles for the smaller game, and then
watched the result. In due time the epicu-
rean thief arrived, lifted the lid, quietly insert
ed his hand in the accustomed spot, and 10
it was instantly gripped by snapper. The
marauder roared with pain, the snapper held
on, and the landlord on the watch roared with
laughter, till finally having by exclamations,
I've caught him, I've caught him" collected
his boarders, he led them into the yard, and
there he fund the wo-begone epicurean phi
losopher with the snapping-turtle still at the
end of his finger. 1t was only by cutting off
the head of the captor that the captive, we'll
admonished, was released.-Phila. Gazette.