New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1854-11-09

Rx,So Our-A RIGHr. HANpER BADLY INVESTED.
THANK you, don't care If do, said fast young
man, with large pressed brfck IN ms nal, as ne
Colts tobacco store in Broadway with bunch OF
cast.iron cigars in his band. "IHtake one, smoke
sometimes and he reached out 10 take the protered
weed, but the Indian wouldt give tIp. lie hung ON
70 the cigars like grim death. Look here old cop
perhead" said the fast young man, none OF that,
no tricks upon Travellers or there'll be muss you
and III fail out somebody1n get punch IN the
head" The Indian ssid never word but held on
the cast. iron cigars. lie was calm, dignihed, I'M
moved as an Indian should be, looking his sssaiant
,traight in the face and no muscle moving single
hair "Yesl yesl Look at me old featnerhead
ueasure, beaped up and he placed himself In
postiop, threw back his coat, and squared on for
fsbf All the time the Indian said never word,
hooked without the east alarm u unw man .s
holding out the cigars in mighty friendly
sort OF way. The young man was plucky, and
lust in condition TO resent any SORT OF insult or no
sort of insult at ali. He was ready to go IN, put
NE calmsess and imperturbabiy the Indian rather
eowed him. and he was disposed to reason the mat
tar. "Ili take one," said he, certainly; SAID so
before l freeze TO a good cigar; m one OF Tue
smokers. My father was one OF the smokers zee was
one of the old sort, and I'm edition number two, re-
vised and corrected with notes, authors handwrihng
on the title page, and copyright secured. les,
take one. All right old redskin, 4 tAA9 D ,;
But the Indian said not a word, oil the time io1Ang
,aiobt in the face Of the fast Young man ana hold
me on 70 the cigars LOOK here, old ginleteye,
I'm getting riled, my backs coming up, and yon anu
IN have turn; smell of that, old copperhesdi apd
he thrust his fist under the OF the castiron iu
dian. who said not a word, moved not muscle, out
kept right on looking straight into the lace OF tne a
Young man. as if caring fig for his threats o,
taking in at all the odor of his fist Very well, said
the fast Young man, "Im agreeable m around
look 10 your ugly mug, old pumpkin-heas; and
he let 90 a Highlander, square against the nose
Of the cast iron Indian who moved an inch nor
stirred a muscle-ooking with calm, unchanged dig
pity, as before in the face of his enemy. Halo,
cried the fast young man. in utter bewilderment, as
he reeled back half way the sidewalk, with the
blood dripping from his skinned knuckles; Halo =
here's o go-beres eye-opener-heres thing TO
hant for round corner. I'm satisfied old iron-face
lam. Enough said between gentlemen" Just then
he caught sight Of the tomahawk and scalpng-knife
n the BELT Of the savage and his hair began to RISE
The Indian seemed to be making up his mind to use
them. Hold on, cried the fast young man, a. he
dodged round the awning post, " Hold on-none OF
thst-I apologixe-I squat knock under. Hold
Oh. cav be continued, as the Indian seemed to
scowl with peculiar herceness, Hold onl Very
well. I'm of-Tvo business down the street-people
are hone waiting for me-can't stayr, and he bolted
Ike a quarter horse down Broadway, and his cry OF
:" hold on" died away as'he vanished beyond the
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