Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1854-12-15
A Right Hani,r, Badly Ilve5ts1

A Right Han1sr, Badly I1ve'ts1
"Thauk you, don't care if do" said
fast young man, with large pressed
brick in his hat, as he surgcd up to the
Indian that stands in front Of Van Colts
tobacco store in Broadway With . bunch
of cast iron cigars in his hand. "fl take
one, I smoke sometimes" and be reached
out to take the proifercd weed, but the Iu-
dian wouldn't give it up. He hung on to
the cigars like grim death. "Look here
old Copperhead," said the fast young
man, "none Of that, no tricks upon trave-
lers, or there'll be q muss, you anl I'll
fall out, sonebody'll get ruush on the
head" .-..
The Indian said never . word, but he'd
on to the cast iron cigars He was calm,
digui6ed, unmoved as an Indian should
be, looking his assailant straight in the
face, and no muscle moving single hair
Yes yes! Look at me, old f.atherhead!
I'm one Of EN-, I'm around I'm full weight,
potatoe measure, heapcd W" and he placed
himself in position, threw back his coat,
and squared off for fight. All the time
the Indian said never word, looked With
out the least alarm unwinkiusly straight
into the face of the fast young man, still
holding ou. the cigars in a mighty friend.
ly sort Of = way. The young man was
plucky, aud just in condition to resent
any kind Of an insult, or no kind of insult
st all. He WAS ready to ego iu," but the
ealmness and impertusability Of the In
dian rather cowcd him, and he was disposed
70 reason the matter.
"I'll take on" said he, Gcertaiuly l
said so before. l freeze to good cigar,
I'm one of the smokers. Ny father was
one of the smokers, he was. one Of the old
sort, I'm edition number two revised and
corrected with n,tes, authors hand writ
ing On the title page, ,aaI copyright secured.
Yes, TN take one. All right, old red skin.
TU take one" But the Indian said not
word, all the time looking straigh. in the
face Of the fast young man, and holding !!
on 70 the cigars. "Look here, old gimbIet /
eye, I'm getting riled, my backs coming
up, and You and I'll have turn, smell of
that, old coppcrhead," and be thrust his
fist under the nose of the cast iron Indi- |
an, who said not word, moved not
muscle, but kept right on, looking straight
into the face Of the fast young man, as if
not caring 6g for his threats or taking in |
At all the odor of the fist.
"yery WE'LL" said the fast young mar,
'I'm agreeable, I'm around, look to your
ugly mug, old pumpkin-head," and
he let 60 right handler, square against
the nose of the cast iron Indian, who never
moved an inch, nor stirred muscle, look
ing with calm, unchanged dignity as be-
fore, in the face of his enemy. "Hallo,"
cried the fast young man, in utter bewil-
derment, as be recled back half way across
the side walk, with the blood dripping
from his skiuned knuckles, "Hallo here's
60, here's an eye-opener, here's thing
to hunt for round corner. I'm satisfied,
old iron face, am. Euoug Oh said between
geDtlcnen."
Just then he caught sight Of the toma-
hawk and scalping knife 10 the belt Of the
savage and his hair began to rise. The
Indian seemed to be making up his mind
to use them. "H,ll on" cried the fast
young man, as be lodged round the avn
ing post. "Hold on, none of that-rll
spologize-I squat, knock under. Hold
On, l say" he continued, as the Indian
seemed to scowl with peculiar 6ercencss,
"IIold on! Very we'll, Tn of business
down the street; people at home waiting
for me can't stay" And he bolted like
q quarter horse down Broadway, and his
cry Of "hold on" died away As he vanished
beyond the lamp lights up Columbia street.
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