The Evansville journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1834-184?, 1845-07-10
THE OREGON TERRITORY AND
BIG FIGHT IT CAUSED.

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lage politicians who were in the habit of as
sembling every Sunday after mass in Kits
schoolroom, for the purpose of hearing him
read the Freemun's Journal aloud. Kit
spread out the paper with an air of proud
importance, folded it back in mysterious 81
Ience smoothed it carefully on the table,
coughed emphatically and %leisurely scanned
his auditory with his single optic, to see ifall
were properly attentive.
A low sWhish-tn ran round the circle.
'TH 90 bail to the Queen is bringing over
Repale to Ould Ireland whispered Tom Kel-
ly 10 big Phil Doyle, the blacksmith.
sMore power to her elbow, any howl re-
piled Phil.
There's going TO be a war between Eng
land and Amerikey,' said the schoolmasler
in an elevated voice.
sTare an o~unties! is there? and what are
they going 10 fight for?' inquired Ned Cost
clio, the tailor.
what for? Why for fun, your ~spalpeen;
what else would they fight forn replied the
blacksmith, with a slap of his hard heavy hand
upon the diminutive tailors' shoulder, that
caused it to ache for a week.
'Aisy, Misther DOYLE interrupted the rea-
der: there's the rights of it printed in the pa
per; and, according 10 my wake comprehin-
sion, il seems that the row is all about a place
called the Oregon territory, that one Polk,
an American is trying to get POSSESSION of.
And whereabouts is this Oregon territory,
Mislher Donnellan?' asked one of the party,
sWhereabouls?' said Kit, scratching his ear
with a puzzled air. 'Why, according to the
latest anacreoetic investigation, IFS situated
in the southwest corner of the parish of Jar
many, handy by the own of Constantinople,
on the borders of Paris, and not far from The
Isle of Man in the Propontic Ocean-that's
where the Oregon territory is
'Brother!!' exclaimed Tim Regan, who had
been listening quietly in The corner. know.
the Oregon territory better than any of yees;
and why shouldn't I? amt one of the rale
ould O'Regan stock myself?
A general assent was given 10 this family
claim by the. party.
BE the same token, too continued Tom
Il remember it was twenty years last Cashier.
since the big fight was about the OsRegan
territory. OCH that was an illigant scrim-
mage; and a beautiful sight it was TO see
half the congregation with their heads band
aged up al chapel on the next Sunday
An unanimous request being made by the
party, Tim Regain consented TO relate the par
~ticulars of the big fight.
"Well then SAID he, Il mustteli you that
there was a little bit of a barren knocks lying
between Paddy Hogan's potato strip and my
uncle Dan O'Regan's Garden which both of
them claimed. 1t wouldn'tgive grazing toa
goose, but that's nothing where the family
pride ndhonoris concerned. Neither of them
would give it up, SO it lay betune them like a
bone beluue two dogs, that oae is afraid of
the other 10 touch; for, though the Hogans
had the biggest faction in the parish, The o.
Regans were the wickedest fighters. Things
went on peaceable enough in this way, bar
ring a small row now and agin at a fair or a
patthern, Just to keep the boys hand in prac-|
tee and saison their heads, till, one fine Ea-
ster Monday, Paddy Hogan's pig took a no.
lion into his head to stfowl into the knock.
1t wasn't long till my uncle Dan heard ofthe
threspass, and, running out, he met Paddy
Hogan upon the road.-'Drive your pig out
of my land, Paddy Hogan, says he, 'or fIlE
take the curl out of his tail. There isn1i
an O'Regan in the barony could do that an
swered Paddy. isn't there? says Dan, quite
fair and aisy, and at the same time hitting
a crack with bit of a twing that made Pad
py's skull sound like an Imply taycannister,
and left him kicking up a daisy quilt. Oh!1
you numbering villain, you've massacrayed
my husband screhed Biddy Hogan, coming
out of her cabin with a stone tied inthe cor
49, e La. o0,o, a1I r,oniur at INV lInpipI
she'd have made an ugly dint in his noggin,
if he hadn't chucked his head to avoid i'll
Well, the cry OF mudher was now riz, and the
boys came gathering from all partys:--of
coorse no one asked what the row was about
but all began to leather away for the bare life
men, women and children-with sticks and
and spades and pitchforks, or anything
that came handy to them, The ould men and
women and the young childher that warn't
able to fight were standing on the bitches,
scTeeching and clapping their hands and
shouting for their faction-sWhoo! the o.
for everyr 'Whoo! that's the sort.
Ned Hogan, hit him again ma bouchG! Hon
nom an diaou! the days our ownr sHeighI
for the Kilmany boysn 'Whoo! for the Ore
gans!!' The young women and girls mixed I
in the thick of the fight trying, poor things,
keep their husbands and sweethea arts from r
harm, and when one of those they loved gotta :
blow that brought him tothe ground, throwing /
themselves on the body and protecting il .
with their own. Hows'ever, to bring my sto- c
TO an end, the fight lasted ill evening, for q
was none of your dirty polls to hinder I
our diversions in these times; and at last we n
fairly bate the Hogans till they daren't wag a h
Or a finger. Ofcoorse Dan o. Regan
look paceable possession of the knock next a