Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1849-1856, 1854-11-16

bEiNH Jul iHuHH hoNi i uOh l lhi'
III do" said a fast .oing man, with n
large pressed or!cA in his lat rs he surc,d
Up 10 the Indian that s;aada in front Of Van
Cots Tobacco Store IN broadway with a
bunch OF cast iron cigars in his hand. "IY
take ore, | smoke sometimes" and he
reached out 10 take the p%roIIcrcd weed, but
Inc Indian wouldn't give it up. lie hung
on to the cigars Ike grim death. Look
here old copperhead," said the ias, young
man, "none of that, no tricks npon uAyti-
ler', or thercll be 4 mnss, yen and III TALL
out, sonebodyll get a punch in The head
The Indian said never a word, but held on
to the cast iron cigars. lie was calm, Dig
nified, 'unmoved as an Indian should be-,
looking his assailant straight in the face,
no MUSCLE moving a single hair. "Yos /!
Yes |! Look at me old feather head !! I'm
one of EN-, | around, I'm full weight, potato
measure heaped up" and he placed himself
in position, threw back his coat, and squar-
ed Oft for a fight. All the time Me Indian
said never u word, looked without the least
alarm unwinkingly straight into the face Of
the fast young man, still holding ont the
cigars in mighty friendly sort Of way
The young man was plucky, and jus, in a
condition to resent any sort of Insult, or no
sort Of insult at all. He was ready to go
in" but the calmness and imperturbability
Of the Indian rather cowcd him, and he WINS
disposed to reason the matter. "Ill take
one," said he, certainly, | said so before, |
freeze TO a good cigar, I'm one of the smok-
ers. Why father was one of the smokers, lie
was. One of the old sort, ana I'm edition
number two, revised and corrected with
notes, authors hand writing on the title
page, and copy right secured. Yes, III
take one. All right, cid red skin, III take
one" But the Indian said not a word, all
the time looking straight in the face Of the
fast young man, and holding on to the CT
CARS. "Look here, old gimlet-eye, I'm get
ting riled, my backs coming up, and you
and III have a turn, smell Of that old cop
perhead," and he thrust his fist under the
nose of the cast iron Indian, who said not n
word, moved not a muscle, but k pit right
on, looking straight into the face Of the fast
young man, as if not caring u fig for his
threats, or taking in all the odor OF his fist.
very WELL" said the fast young man,
"lm agreeable, I'm around, look TO your
ugly mug, old pumpkin head" and he let
60 a right handler, square against the nose
of the cast iron Indian, who never moved
an inch, nor stirred a muscle looking with
calm, unchanged dignity, as before in the
face of his enemy. 'lIalloo," cried the fast
young man, in utter bewildermcnt as he
rceIed back half way across the side walk,
with the blood dripping from his skinned
knuckles, "Hallo here's a 20, here's an eye
opener, a thing to hunt for round Il corner.
I'm satisfied old iron face, lam. Enough said
between gentlemen" Just then he caught
hiuill vi VIC lOiIldildWh anu SCulUlIp hiiIic III
the belt o fthe savage, and his hair began to
rise. The Indian seemed TO be making up
his mind to use them. "IIoId on" cried the
fast young man as he lodged round the
awning post. I" Hold on, none Of that, III
apologize, ] squat, | knock under" "iloId
on, none of that, III apologize, | squat, |
knock under" "Hold on, | say" he coir-
tinued, as the Indian seemed to scowl with
peculiar ferceness, "llold on Very well,
I'm off, I've business down the street, poo
pie at home waiting for me, can't stay" and
he bolted like a quarter horse down Bread
way, and his cry Of "hold on" died away as
he vanished beyond the lamp-lights up CO.
umbia strcc,-Aldany Reg.