The Plymouth pilot. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1851-1852, 1851-06-25
Plymouth Marshall County, Indiana Wednesday, June 3D. 1861

that black blood of yours before you are
twenty four hours Older shrieked Brown
in perfect fury of ex citement.
ANY way that YOU please, Brown, on
ly let me advise you not to use rifles for
am the best shot, and that you well
know observed Stewart, cody putting
on new shirt that Jones handed him.
This remark only added fuel to the fire,
and Brown made a demonstration as
though he was going to renew the fight.
but number of friends interposed to
keep them apart.
You may think that you are great
with the rifle, suppose, so / will give
you chance to try it to morrow morn
ing. | will see if can't take some of
the boasting out of you, said Brown
sneeringly.
You will find me trump Brown.
take me any way you please said Stew
art.
After some further words both parties
were led away in different directions.
and as | turned to go to the place that
called home, l was joined by a young
man who was going The same way.
There will be blood shed before to-
morrow nj ght, out of this quarrel, he OBJ
served as he walked along.
i hope not | replied. it is only a
drunken frolic, and they will forget it
before morning, or as soon as they get
sober.
You don't know Brown. if you think
he forgets as easily as that. He is the
most reyengeful man on the river Once
offend him, and he will find way to re-
pay you with interest.
had now arrived 1t my tent. and af-
ter bidding my companion good night,
set myself down by some embers that
were still family cleaning in the dark,
and commenced filling my pipe prepara-
tory to smoke. Everything around me
was now quiet. except the loud mar-
muring of the river, which seemed to
court slumber; but the exciting scene
that had just witnessed precluded the
idea of sleep SO set there and thought of
past events, and of the future-how
many thousand | should probably be
| then think of the scenes of peril that |
should then witness before | reached my
native hearth One by one the fires
were extinguished, or burned out. before
the different tents. yet still | smoked on.
Now and then a bat would wing its flight
within few inches of my head. and the
prowling kyotee would steal along within
a few feet of me, and then start off at
brisk pace to some other locality, where
no one was awake.
How long remained in this state do
not know, and | was just thinking of re-
tiring to my hard bed, when ] heard the
sound of footsteps approaching.
WHO goes there?' | exclaimed in
loud voice.
'Heave some chips on the ire, so that
| can find my way up this coniounled
bank, answered old Jones, in a gruff
tone
Picking up few chips that lay beside
me raked open the ashes and laid them
on. The dry pitch pine instantly blazed
up In clear flame. when discovered the
powerful form of Jones within few rods
of me. He walked up and seated him
self beside me, and then camly taking
my pipe out of my hand commenced
smoking. apparently with great relish.
Il thought you was in bed before this
Jones'
Il thought the same of you. but have
got some business to settle, and l don't
think shall see the bed tonight. The
fact of it is, Brown and Stewart are to
have meeting Tomorrow morning be-
fore sunrise. Steward has chosen me as
his second; Mississippi is Browns. All
is arranged except one thing. You
know there's not surgeon to be had
within any shorter distance than Longs
Bar: and it y ill be too late TO send in the
morning to have him here at atsunrise; be-
sides, it is likely as not that he has gone
TO Sacramento City, and ii is good ten
miles TO the Bar, over mountains at that;
| have read that at all duels there is
surgeon present, SO | am determined to,
have one if possible
But is there no way to prevent them
from numbering each other? | asked.
More in the world: Brown is dete rm-
ned to shoot Stewart if possible and
Steward supposes we shall consider him
a coward unless he fighfs-besideS,
Brown is quarrelsome chap, and Stew
art will be better off without him. He
would have left him long ago but was a
fraid of his bad temper. Stewart is the
best shot by all odds. But must not
talk here all night with you. Will you
act as surgeon for us tomorrow? that's
what ca me for
What the duce do you suppose that !
know about doctoring, Jones! | asked
quite amused at the idea.
why didn't you cure yourself when