The Evansville journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1834-184?, 1844-11-28
AN EDITOR.

towards the interior OF MISSISSIPPI, was III
tested by a gang of blacklegs, who amused
themselves at times, when they could find
nobody else TO pluck, by preying upon each
other. A new Importation of these sporting
gentry, excited some alarm among the in
habitanis, lest they should be completely
~overrun-they determined, therefore, upon
their expulsion. A poor devil of a county
editor, who was expected, by virtue of his
location, to take upon himselfall the respon.
sibilities from which others might choose to
shrink, was peremptorily called upon by his
.spa.rons," that is, those who paid him two
dollars a year for his paper, and, therefore,
presumed they owned him, soul and body to
make an effort towards determination of the
enemy. The unfortunate editor, like most
editors being gifted with just about as much
brains as money-skull and purse both en-
piy-said at once that he would indite a flash
err one that would undoubtedly drive the
obnoxious vernin into some more hospitable
region. And when his paper appeared, it
was a 'a,sher,' sure enaugh. In the course
of his observations, he gave the initials of
several of the fraternity, whom he advised
10 leave town as speedy as possible, if they
had the slightest desire 10 save their bacon.
The next morning, while the poor scribe
was comfortably seated in his Office, list
lessly ~fumbiing over a meagre parcel of ex-y
changes, he heard footsteps Oh the stars. and
presently an individual, having accomplished
The ascent,made his appearance. His first sal
u~tation was slightly abrupt.
"Where's the editor of this id dirty,
lying paper?"
N0rv ae,Ja Erar, The r,Ia,az l1f st.c
ing interrogaiory, there were other consider
atoms that induced the editor to believe there
was trouble on foot. The parsonage who
addressed him, bore a cowhide in his hand,
and, moreover seemed 10 be exceedingly
enraged This was not all--he ~recognized
in him a distinguished leader Of the sporting
fr eternity, with whose cognomen he had ia
ken very irfeverent liberties. 1t was with
out the slightest hesitation, therefore, thathe
replied TO the introductory query:
81 don't know
"Do you belong 10 the concern?"
"No, indeed, but presume the editor will
soon be n"
"Well,n said the visitor, 81 will wait for
him. and suiting the action TO the word, he
coposediy took a chair, picked up a paper,
duu COtliittCuCCQ iCd0iuSs
"lf | meet him, y said The frightened knight
of the scissors and quill, 81 will tell him
there is a gentleman here wishes to see
him.
As he reached the foot ofthe stairs, in his
hasty retreat, he was accosted by another
person, who thus made himself known:
"Can you tell me where | can find the
sneaking rascal who charge of this villainoes
sheei?" producing the last number of"Free-
! dom's Echo and the Battle Axe of Liberty"
Yes replied the editor, 'he is up there in
the Office now, reading, with his back to the
door,
sThank you,' exclaimed the stranger as he
Fl bounced up stairs.
five got you, have J. CALCULATED he, as
he made a grasp at bis brother in lnlGuiiy
and they came crashing TO the door to-
: gether.
As the combatanis, notwithstanding the
similarity of their vocation, happened TO be
unacquainied with each other, "a very pref
lty quarrel ensued. First one was at the
top, then the other-blow followed blow,
kick followed kick, and oath followed oat b,
until bruised, exhausted and bloody, with
faces aud features resembling Deaf Burk 9,
after a two hours pugilislic encounter, there
was, by mutual consent, a cessation of hos
: %tilities. As the warriors sat on the floor con-
] templaiing each other,t the first conner found
! breath enough TO ask,
sWho are you ;what did you attack me
$ for?'
9 you abused me in your paper, you coun
$ drel.'
sMe! I'm not the editor, ] come here TO
! fog him m~yseIfn
! Mutual explanations and apologies ensued
: and the two mistaken getlemerr retired TO
, bind up their wonnds.n As the story
a to US, the distinguished individual whose
vocation it was TO enlighten tho world, by
The aid of that great engine, the public PRESS,
escaped Scot-frec.--Crescent City.