Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1847-06-17

scrap, mat looked much like the country
woman's plan of covering their butter
when coming to market; his face was
clawed all over, as if he had had it rak-
ed by cat held fast by the tail his head
was unshorn, it being TOO delicate an az
fair, as n said about his wiles char
acter. His complexion suggested an idea
to philosophical young man present, on
which he wrote treatise, dedicated TO
Arthur Tappan, proving that the negro
was only white man well pummeled;
and his general swelIed appearance would
induce belief he had led the forlorn hope
IN the siorming OF beehive.
The coonel's manner did not exactly
proclaim the conquering hero,' but his
afability was undlminished; and he ad
dressed them with. Happy to see you,
gents how are you all'' and then attempt
ed TO enter the tavern; but Buck Daily
arrested him with, why, colonel, see
you have had a skrimmage. How did
YOU make ii? You didn't come out a,
tie little eend of the horn did your mo,
not exactly, l had ligh, fit of it, though.
You know Bill Patterson; he weighs one
hundred and seventy-ive pounds, has not
an ounce Of superhuous flesh, is as straight
as an Indian, and as active as wildcat
and as quick as powder, and very much
of man, | assure you. Well, my word
was out TO lick him; so hardly put up
my horse before | found him at The court
house door, and, to give him u white
mans chance. proposed alternatives
TO him. lie said his daddy, long ago,
told him never to give HebiH, and he
was not good at running. so thought he
had best fight. By the time the word was
fairly out, hauled off, and took him in
the burr of the ear that raised singing
in his head, that made him think he was
in Mosquitoo town. At It we went, like
killing snakes, so good man, so good a
boy; we had it round and round, and a.
bout, as dead yoke as ever pulled al a
log chain. Judge Mitchell was on the
bench, and as soon as the cry Of fight
was raised, the bar and jury ran off and
left him. He shouted Il command the
peace, within the courthouse, and then
ran out to see the fight, Il can't prevent
you" fair fight" stand back ard he
caught parson Benefited by the collar of
the coat, who, he thought, was about to
interfere, and slung him on his back a,
least fifteen feet. Ii was the evenest and
longest fight ever fought; everybody was
tired of it, and must admit, in truth,
that | was * hcre he mate an rfort 10 en-
ter the tarc,n.) But several voices call
ed out, Which whipped How did you
come out| why, much as tell you;
we had it round and round, about and a
bout, over and under could throw HIM
at rastle, but he would manage some way
to turn me. Old Sparrowhnwk was there,
who had seen all the best fighting at
Natchez, under the hill, in the days Of
Dad Girty and Jim Snodgrass, and he
says my gouging was beautiful; one OF
Bills eyes is like the mouth of an old ink
bottle, only, as the fellow said, descrlb,
ing the jackass by the mule, it is more so.
But, in fact, there was no great choice
between US, as you see. look like hav-
ing ran into brush fence OF dark night
So we made it round and round. and u
bout and about here again he attempted
to retreat into the tarern) But many
voices demanded, 'Who hollored "'Whicl
gave up?' 'llow did you hurt your !and!
oh! | forgot to tell you, that as aimed
a sockdolluger at him he ducked his head
and he can dodge like a diedapper, and
hitting him awkwardIy, | sprained my
wrist; so, being like The fellow who,
when it rained mush, had no spoon, ]
changed The suit and made trump-and
went in for eating. In the scuffle we fell
cross and pile, and, while he was chaw-
ing my finger. adopted Doctor Bones,
The tool smiths, patent method ofremov-
ing teeth without the aid Of instruments,
and extracted two of his incsors, and
then could put my finger in and out al
pleasure, However, | SHALL for some
time, have an excuse for wearing gloves
wilhou, being thought proud (He nou
tried to escape nnder corer Of a laugh. J.
But vox populi again. so you tanned
HliI oiu NUu' ph WtIC
'You fought it ont, did you?' The colonel
resumed, why, there is no telling how
the fgh, might have gone; an old Vir'
gnian, who had seen Francesca, and
Otey, and Lewis, and Blcvins, and all the
best men of the day, said he had never
seen any one stand up to their fodder bet
. ter than we did. We had Tough, round
aud round, and about aud about, all over
the courtyard, and, at last, just TO end,
the fight, every body was getting tired o.
il; so, at l-a-a-st, | hollored.-( Eri
coIonel)
The Steamboat Race.-The New York
Herald, gives the following account Of
the race which came of, on the North
River, on Tuesday last
"A few minutes beinre o'clock, the
Vanderbilt appeared off the Battery, wher
the Oregon left her berth, passed arounc
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