The Port Gibson reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 185?-1857, 1854-05-17

ieen in' pi'eh IN us tree hight, and
part Of the crowd side with Tom nnd,thc dri.
yer, while others take up for their sdversaries.
Pitch in. pitch in It's free fight. and the
blows are shuwercd on both sides, thick and
fast. Pitch in, pitch in tbs free fight and
many poor fellow drags himself out Of the
crowd with bleeding nose and blackenud eyes.
Pitch in, pitch 10 lis free fight and in
rush fresh men, anxious for the fray. Pitch
in, pitch in.-but yonder comes the constables
What's the fuss what's the fuss - de.
mands the little round-bcllied, pompous-Iook-
ing man, striking his staff upon the ground
most vehemently.
Z" What's the muss ere ?" echoes bis as
sistaut, burly, red-faeed farmer. furiously
shaking his fists.
Nothing but fight, replied lOoker-on
1 command the peace /" shouts round
belley.
so do | ~ echoed red-face.
An be jabers, an ye shall have pace. ye
spalpeen" cries an Irishman. as he trips up
red-facc, aud sends him staggering among the
crowd. AN is it an hooncst man ye'd be
afther sthOppin' from havin' bit Nv spOOrt
on mOOster day, ye blackguard y
Il command the peace in the name Of the
law" shouts rOund.belly, as he took to his
heels, followed by tObacco-quids. frc-crackcrs,
gingerbread and curses.
The combatants fought on-but where
was | ? Me !? Ohio. was doing my best,
too. ] was giving little urchin (of my own
size) fits having detected him in trying to
explode fre-eracker in Toms face, while he
was pounding his foe. Did hurt him p
DON'T know; but threw him down and filed
his ears full Of sand so he followed and
followed. till we both agreed to quit even-
He went off with bloody nose, while l re-
jOiced in cutting an eye tooth, by having
one knocked down my throat But what
means this scattering Of the crowd Has the
ColOnersn horse broke loose, or what is the
matter Hark It's soon explained.
"Charge baggernetsm cried the voice Of
the round-bellied constable, who had returned
to the scene Of action followed by a company
Of militia
"rm cap'n Of this company " interrupted
the commanding officer; feller-cit'zens.'
he shouted to the maddened crowd, "feller-
citizens if yeou deOn't disparse. and stop
this ere fghtin'. III put yeou all to the
swoOrd, sure's my names Captin Tompkins
1 will, by julius Caesar Dyer hear ?"
Fair play'sa jewll" cries the Irishman.
"Let'em fight it out. Captin." cries by
stander.
"Take him OFF, gasps a half stifled
voice from the centre of the ring. Take
him off, OIL"
"DO you cry enough :" shouts the voice
Of Tom
"N-o" gasps the victim; and thump,
whack, goes Toms fist once more.
FeIler-cit'zens :" command yer to dis
parse, quit, slope, eyacuate, vamose, travel. BE-
g0ne.' cries the voice of the gallant Colonel,
as be rides up to the edge of the crowd, fol-
lowed by his staff
Surely, there must be something magical
in the Colonel's voice. for the crOwd,dispersc
heIter-skelter over cider barrels, applc-stalls,
dogs, and attenuated little old women, who
had crept up to the crowd to see if their
promising sons we're among the combatants.
But be the Colonel's voice a magical one or
not, the ground is soon cleared of its rioters,
and the uproar of the late combat dies away
in angry grOwls and curses.
Hurrah for our sidc" shouts Tom, as
he emerges from the crowd with reeking nose,
"hoop-e-e hurrah for our side -
"TOm," said |, are you hurt much P'
"No, Jack, not much" replied he good
humoredly; "but let's get something to
driuk-the pounding | gave that fellow has
nearly used me up"
"Why, Tom !" exclaimed / in alarm,
q your eyes are awfully bunged"
Cant help it," replied he; 4" if that fel-
low chews any more gum for six months, he
will have to gum 10, that's certain"
Twas halfpast five o'clock when we left the
muster-ground, but the drums, the flies, the
bueles, the pedders. the officers, the boys and
the dogs. still kept up their discOrdant din
and the echoes from the ensanguined held
reached us long after it was lost to view.
"Tom, sing Us a song" said |, as we we're
rolling along at a pretty brisk pace-fOr who
ever knew any old nag that could not trot
briskly enough hOneloard!
"I don't feel much like singing. Jack. but
will try and accommodate you. nevertheless.
-Whereupon be twanged the pitch upon