Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1847-08-20

in the breed of them sort O. men, to drive ugly
out of my kinfolks.'
| looked, and saw that Bob had entirely
lost his left ear, and large piece from his left
cheek. His right eye was little discolored,
and the blood flowed profusely from his
wounds
Bill presented hideous spectacle. About
third of his nose, at the lower extremity,
was bit off, and his face so swelled and bruis-
ed that it was difficult to discover in 1t any,
thing of the human visage, much more the
fine features which he carried into the ring
They were up only long enough for me to
make the foregoing discoveries, when down
they went again, precisely as before They
no sooner touched the ground than Bill relin-
pushed his hold upon Bob's neck. In this he
seemed to all to have forfeited the only ad-
vantage which put him upon an equality with
his adversary. But the movement was soon
explained. Bill wanted this arm for other
purposes than defence; and he had made ar
engagements whereby he knew that he could
make it answer these purposes; for, when
they rose again, he had the middle finger of
Bobs left hand in his mouth. He was now
secure from Bob's annoying trips; and he be-
gan to lend his adversary tremendous blows,
every one of which was hailed by a shout
from his friends. "Bullets." "Hoss- kick
ing" "Thunder !'' ''Thatll do for his
fIce; now feel his short ribs, Billy!'
l now considered the contest settled. |
deemed it impossible for any human being to
withstand for five seconds the loss of blood
which issued from Bobs ear, cheek, nose, and
finger, accompanied with such blows as he
was receiving. Still he maintained the con-
fiict, and gave blow for blow with considera-
Bile effect. But the blows of each became
slower and weaker after the first three or
| four; and it became obvious that Bill wanted
the room which Bobs finger occupied for
breathing. He would therefore, probably, in
short time, have let it go, had not Bob anti
cipated his politeness by jerking away his
hand and making him b present OF the finger.
| He now seized Bill again, and brought HIM to
ks knees, but he recovered. He again bro't
him to his knees, and he again recovered. A
| third effort, however, brought him down, and
! Bob on top of him. These efforts seemed to
exhaust the little remaining strength OF both ;
and they lay, Bill undermost and Bob across
his breast, motlonless, and painting Tor breath.
After short pause, Bob gathered his hand
| full of dirt and sand, and was in the act OF
grinding it in his adversarys eyes, when Bill
cried "ENoUGH 20 Language cannot describe
the scene that followed; the shouts, oaths,
frantic gestures, taunts, replies, and little fights,
and therefore | shall not attempt 1t. The
champions were borne offby their seconds and
washed when many bleeding wound and
ugly bruiSe was discovered on each which no
eye had seen before.
Many had gathered round Bob, and were
in various ways congratulating and applaud
ing him, when a voice from the centre OF the
circle cried out. {" Boys, hush and listen to
me - 1t proceeded from Squire Logglns, who
had made his way to Bob's side, and had
gathered his face up into one OF It's most flat
tering and ineligible expressions. All were
obedient to the squires command. Gentle
men," continued he, with most knowing
smile, ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
company-of-gentemen?'
| Yes" said Sam, 6 here am
Sammy said the Squire, winking to the
company, and drawing the head of his cane
to his mouth with an arch smile as he closed
"I-wish-you-- to-tell-cousin-Bob by-
and--these- gentlemen here present-what-
your-Uncle-T ommy-said- before the
fght-began?'
cob! get away, Uncle Tom,'' said Sam,
smiling, Nhe squire winked), sc you don't know
nothing about fighting" (The squire wink
ed again.) CAL you know about it is how
it'll begin, how it'll 60 on, how it'll end that's
all. Cousin Bob, when you going 10 fight a.
gain, just go to the old man, and let him tell
you all about it. If he can't, don't ask nobo-
dy else nothing about it, tell YOU
The squre's foresight was compIlmented
| in many ways by the by ISLANDERS; and he re-
tired, advising So the boys to be at peace, as
| fighting was a bad business
Durham and StaIlings kept their beds for
several weeks, and did not meet again for two
months When they met, Billy stepped up to
Bob and offered his hand, saying, " Bobby,
you've licked me fair fight; but you would
Mt have done it if hadn't been in the wrong.
| oughnt to have treated your wife as | did
and | felt so through the whole fight; and'it
sort O. cowed me
Well, Billy" said Bob, ''lets be friends.
Once in the fight, when you had my finger in
your mouth, and was pealing me IN the face
and breast, was going to halloo; but tho't
of Betsy and knew the house would be too
hot for me if got whipped when fighting for
her, after always whipping when fought for
myself
CHOW that's what | always love to see,'
said bv-stander It's true brought about
the fight, bat wouldn't have done it if it hadn't
O. been on account of Mss (Mrs.) Durham.
But dod eternally darn my soul, if ever could
stand by and see any woman put upon, mu CHI
less Mss Durham. If Bobby hadn't been
there, I'd O. took it up myself. be darned if
wouldn't, even if I'd O got whipped for it. But
we're all friends now" The reader need hard
ly be told that this was Ransy Snifle.
Thanks to the Christian religion, to schools,
colleges, and benevolent associations, such
scenes of barbarsm and cruelty as that which
have been Just describing are now of rare
occurrence, though they may still be occa-
sionalIy met with in some of the new coun-
ties. Wherever they prevail, they are a dis
grace to that community. The peace-oficers
who countenance them deserve place in the
Penitentiary. HALL.
The subjoined article (says the Catholic
Telegraph on Father Rey, is from the pen OF