The Plymouth pilot. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1851-1852, 1851-06-25

made it on the new bar where they had
been digging Cor few days past
Not very WELL said Brown. i shall
leave there and come down on your bar
in few days, unless we succeed better
than we have done for the past week.
laughed. and, as turned to go, told
them they had better stay where they
were. Brown made no reply to my re-
mark and had got some distance from
them when Stewart called out to me to
come back. slowly retraced my steps.
! We'll, Charley, what is it?' L asked as
the fellow stood grinning at me.
Nothing 'ticular, he exclaimed, 'only /
want to know if you would like good
piece of deer's meat to morrow
Certainly W ould; but where is it to
come from, Charley? that's the question,
| replied.
Coming from that mountain; and
Brown and me are just the boys that will
bring it and that too before to morrow
night, if nothing happens.
After wishing them success in their
hunting expedition, passed on to work,
and in short time was deeply engaged
in calculating how much dust there
would probably be in the next washer.
The next morning as passed Brown
and Stewards tent found that they had
gone on their proposed excursion, and as
they were two of the best shots in the
country did not doubt but they would
bring home some game.
bal Aax-rS on1 Of
supper lighted my cigar and walked down
TO the store 10 hear the news and see
what was going on in the shape of amuse
ments. found Brown and Stewart
there, each with glass of brandy in
his hand, and busily engaged in telling
about the days tramp.
well, Brown, did you have any luck
to day.? inquired young man from New
! Orleans, who entered at the same time |
did.
Luck? no. replied Brown sullenly,
Just as drew a bead on as fine buck
as you would zee in days walk, that
d-d black niger hit my elbow, and
the ball did not come within forty yards
Of him.
1t would have been all the same if l
hadn't hit your elbow replied Stewart,
with slight appearance of anger.
What do you mean by that, you black
devil?' asked Brown, rising from the box
that he was seated on and walking up to
Stewart.
Il mean what say said Stewart, still
keeping his seat. IF you consider your
self the best marksman in the country,
you are greatly mistaken, for know of
one that can beat you
Perhaps you mean YOURSELF inquired
Brown, in tone of contempt.
i don't say who mean-but never
missed two otters in succession, as some
body did, replied Stewart, finishing his
glass of brandy.
Take that for your ID insinua-
tion.' said Brown. striking Stewart a vio-
lent blow in the face. which sent him reel
ing against some boxes in the corner.
That's your game is it, yelled Stew
art, as he gathered himself up, the blood
streaming dowr. his face, there's two can
play at that and he threw himself upon
his opponent, when after struggling for
few moments both fell to the ground,
the negro uppermost.
Part them, part them screamed
Mississippian, endeavoring 10 get near
them.
Touch them if you dare responded
the loud voice of old Jones. the alcalde,
who had come in but few minutes be-
fore.
%! that I should live to see niger
strike white man., said Mississippi,
purple with rage.
You see it now and can't help yourself
so let me advise you to keep quiet. ia
white man strikes niger. the niger
has got right to strike back, according
to my idea of law said Jones cody.
The Mississippian ground his teeth
with suppressed rage, but made no reply.
This conversation took place while
Brown and Stewart lay on the ground,
w.ithing and twisting around each other
lik two wild bears, biting and scratch
ing and tearing out handfuls of hair from
each others heads; while blows and cur.
ses were pretty freely distributed between
them. Neither appeared to gain much
advantage. and as they worked their way
out of the store, both rolled down a small
hill in front of the tent. (thickly strewed
with broken bottles and tumblers,) lock-
ed in each others arms. This appeared
to sober them. and they relaxed their
grasp and paused TO take breath.
You have dared to strike me, you
black scoundrel.' said Brown, his face
badly cut, and his shirt hanging in rags
about his shoulders.
You struck me first James, said Stew
art now perfectly cool.
i know that did, and don't think that