The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1852-04-14
Il j N OROUS SKETCH
Flogging an Editor.

infested by gang of black-legs, who
mused themselves at times, when the
could find nobody else to pluck, by pre-,
ing upon each other. A new importatio
OF these sporting gentry excited some :
larm among the inhabitants, lest the
should be completely over-run; they d,
termined therefore on their expulsion.
poor wretch of a country editor, who wa
expected, by virtue of his vocation, to tax
upon himself all the responsibilities (ror
which Others might choose to shrink, wa
peremptorily called upon by his patrons
that is, those who paid him two dol
lars year for his paper, and therefor
presumed that they owned him, BODY an,
soul-to make an effort towards the OK
termination Of the enemy. The unfortu
nate editor, being gifted with about a
much brains as moncy-skull and purs,
both cmpty-said at once that he woulc
indite n flasher" one that would un
doubtedly drive the obnoxious vcrmin into
some more hospitableregion. And whcr
his paper appeared, ,itwas a "fasher" sure
enough. In the course Of his observations
he gave the initials of several of the fra.
ternity, whom he desired to leave as soon
as possible, if they had the slightest dc
sire to save their bacon.
The next morning, while the poor scribe
was comfortably seated in his office list
lessly fumbling over a meagrc parcel OF
exchanges, he heard footsteps on the
stairs; and presently IN individual, hav-
ing accomplished the ascent, made his ap-
Pcarance. His first salutation was slight
ly abrupt.
rWhere is the editor of this dirty lying
raperi" =
Now aside from the rudencss of this
opening interrogatory, there were other
considerations that induced tho editor to
believe that there was trouble on foot
The parsonage who addressed him bore a
cow-hidc in his hand, and moreover.
seemed to be exceedingly cmagcd. This
was not all: lie recognized him to be dis
tinguished leader of the sporting fratcrni-
ty, with whose cognomen he had taken
very irrcvcrent liberties. It was without
the slightest hesitation, therefore, that he
replied to the introductor's query
81 don't know"
"Do you belong to the conccrnn
mo, indeed, but presume tic Editor
will be in soon" ,
"Well," said the visitor, Il will wait for
him." And suiting the action to the word,
no comp sedly took chair, picked up
paper, and commenced reading.
"lf ! meet him." said the frightened
knight of the scissors and quill, "I will
tell him there is gentlemen here who
wishes to see him."
AS he reached the foot of the stairs, in
his hasty retreat, he WAS accosted by iano-
other person, who thus made himself
known:
"Can You tell me where can find the
sneaking rascal, who has charge of this
villainous sheet" producing the last num-
Der Of Freedoms Echo, and the Battle
Axe of Liberty"
"Yes," replied the editor, she is up
in the office now, reading, with his back
to the door"
THANK you," exclaimed the stranger,
rs he bounced up stair.
"rvc got you, have ! Z" calculated he,
as he made grasp at his brother in iniqui-
-. ard then came crashing to'thc floor
togethc..
As tie combatants, notwithstanding
the similarity of their vocation, happened
to be unacquainted with ea ii other, a very
pretty quarrel ensued. First one was at
the top, then the other blow followed
blow, kick followed kick, oath followed
oath, until, bruised, exhausted, and bloody,
with features resembling Deaf Burke after
a two hours gugilistic encounter, there
was, by mutual consent, q cessation Of hos
tilitics. AS the warriors sat on the floor
contemplating each other, the first conner
found breath enough to ask
"Who are you! What did you attack
me for?"
"You abused me in your paper, you
scoundrclw ~
"Mc! ! am not the editor. came
here to fog him myselfF
Mutual explations and apologies en-
sued, and the two mistaken gentlemen re-
tired to "bind up their wounds" AS the
story comes to us, the distinguished indi-
vi lual whose vocation it was to enlighten
the world, by aid of that great engine, the
public press, escaped scot free.