Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1852-06-25
From the Spirit Of the Times.
How Jim Blander Sailed and Picked
the Quaker Friend.

r rowdy bully Jim Blander Jim was sum
in fight, kind of pugilistic Napoleon
Many and bloody were the affairs he hat
: had in his life time, and had invariably
come off best. Jim not only considered
himself invulnerable, but all the fighting
characters in the surrounding country
, conceded it was no use in fighting Jim, al
he was considered to be patent threshing
machine, that could not be improved on
In Jim's neighborhood had settled quite a
number of Quakers. From some cause OF
other, Jim hated the "shad bellies" as he
called them, with his entire heart-he
often declared, that to whip one of these
lnotfensive people would be the GROWING
glory of his life. For years Jim waited
for pretcxt. One of Jim's chums over.
heard young Quaker speak in dispara-
ging terms of him. The report. soon
came to Jim's ears, not little magnifed
Jim made desperate threats what he was
going to do with Nathan, the meek follow
er Of Penn, on sight-besides various
bruises and contusions he meant to infct
on Nathan's body; in his chaste language,
he meant to gougs out both his eyes and
chaw of both his ears.
Nathan heard Of Jim's threats, and,
very properly, kept out of his way, hoping
that time would modify Jim's anger. 1t
seems, however, this much-to-bs desired
result did not take place. One day friend
Nathan was out riding, and in passing
through long lane, when about midway,
he espied Jim entering the other end
Nathan might have turned and fed, but
his flesh rebelled at this proceeding 81
will pursue my way peaceably," said the
Quaker, "and | hope the better sense Of
the man of wrath will not permit him to
molest Inc or allow MIN to do violence to
my person" Nathan's calculations as to
the lamb-like qualities of his adversary
were doomed to be disappointed.
80 ho," thought bully,as he recognized
Nathan, II have him at last. Now I'll
make mince-meat of Shad- belly. l will
salt him and pickle him, too
~" lit thou please dismount from thy
horse - said Jim, seizing the bride Of
Nathan's horse, and mimieking his style,
"my soul yearneth above all things to
give thee the biggest mauling ever man
received"
''Friend James" replied Nathan, "thou
must not molest me, but let me 90 my
way in peace. Thy better judgement will
surely tell thee that thou can not possibly
be benefited by personally injuring me-"
"Get down in moment" thundered
Jim "get down, you canting, lying,
misunderstanding. cowardly hypocrite. Pll
drag you down if you don't dismount."
"Friend James, l demonstrate against
thy proceedings and against thy language"
replied Nathan. "My religion teaches
ME sincerity-I am neither liar, mis-
chief-msker, nor a hypocrite; l am no
coward, but l am a man of peace l
desire to pursue my way quietly-let me
pass on"
"Get down." persisted Jim, "down with
you, want to beat some of your religion
out of you-I must give you a hogging
before | leave you. l think by the time
I'm through with you, You'll pass for
tolerable honest man III teach you
short and easy lesson, the Importance of
minding your own affairs, and the risk
you run in slandering your neighbors."
81 will not dismount," said Nathan,
firmly; chosen thy hold from the bridle.'
You won't, won't YOU said Jim,
"then here goes and he makes despe-
rate plunge to collar the Quaker.
Nathan was on his feet in an instant,
on the opposite side of the horse. The
Quaker, although of much smaller pro-
portions than his prosecutor, was all sinew
and muscle, and his well-knit form denoted
both activity and strength. His wrath
was evidently kindled.
"Friend James, be implored, "thy
pertinacious per.iste nee in prosecuting me
! is annoying; thou must desist, or perad-
venture l may SC far forget myself as to
DO thee some bodily harm"
"By snakes ~ said Jim, coming toward
Nathan, ~ believe there is fight enough
in broad brim to make the affair interesting.
l wish some Of the boys were here to see
the fun. Now," continued Jim, "frisnd
Nathan, am going to knock off the end
of your nose look out ~
Suiting the action to the word, Jim,
after various pugilistic gyrations with his
fists, made scientific blow at the nasal
formation of our Quaker friend /; but Tom
Hyer couldn't more scientifically have
warded it off. Jim was evidently discon-
certed at the i'll success Of his first attempt