The Nevada journal., 1854-10-13

lul without merit; pompous without digni
ty, and quarrelssme without reason
Therefore, 1 apply the remedy to the base,
in order to expel such baseness from its
system
The bully was so foiled by this answer
that for some moments he showed his race
only by his fierce looks. Then setting his
arms akimbo, he said You are a cowardlv
pedagogue, to attack boys in that cowardly
way. never knew a pedagogue who was
not tyrant among his children, and -
internal coward among men, He inter-
laced this speech with one of the oaths
commonly used by bullies and blackguards !;
adding. had a pedagogue in my battal,
ion during the campaign of 90 against the
Indians, and the coward run away in eve.
ry BEETLE, till | had him drummed out of
the army, the poltroon.'
You said the campaign of '96-aint
you mistaken in the date !" asked Bateman
with cool gravity.
Yes, Sir Pedagogue, I said the cam>
paign of '96, under Wayne. Imistake no
dates, sir, and if did your pedagogical
pusillanlmity disqualifes you for the fune
ration of historical correction
'Wayne's expedition against the Indians
was over, and peace made before '96,' SAID
Bateman dryly, as he sat nearly opposite
TO Bickerton, stirring copious mixture of
butter and molasses and mush, or hasty
pudding, which was to be his supper.
You are ---- liar, you - peda-
gogue? roared out the bully; what do you
know about Wayne's campaign? Stick to
your ferule and spelling book, and leave
military affairs to gentlemen-they are ex-
terror to your province
Boys learn history in these days. said
Bateman as he rose from the table, and
took down volume from the mantle piece.
After turning over few leaves, he resum-
ed his seat and said, 'Here is an epitome
of American history, brought down to the
year 1922
He then read short paragraph, which
confirmed his assertion, when handing the
book towards Bickerton he said, That's
what my boys learn, sir. Would like to
see it in the book, major? p
mo, you are - fool, and an in.
solent liar, tell you
'One mark of fool said Bateman, as
dryly as ever, is to fly in passion, and
call names about trifle, and one mark of
the liar is to persevere in false assertion
in the face OF evidence to the contrary
The Yankee had no sooner spoken these
words, stirring the mush all the while, than
the enraged bully lifted the case knife in
his hand and flung it violently at Bate
mans head. The school master, though
seemingly intent upon his mush, which he
had thoroughly imbued with molasses and
butter, kept watch however, with corner
of his eye, and lodged the knife as it flew
whizsing towards his head. At the same
time dropping his spoon, he slipped his
palm under his plate, and adroitly dashed
it, mush foremost, plump into the duelist's
face. The centre of the reeking mass stuck
to his nose, which, operating as a wedge,
caused the clammy supper of the Yankee
to spread itself with accommodating facili-
ty over the whole fiery visage of the duel.
ist, and to stop up every hole and fill up
every hollow in the said visage-eyes and
ears not excepted. A considerable guam
tity became entangled in his huge bushy
whiskers, the superfuity gliding down with
the plate made Judgement in the bosom,
and the manifold convolutions of the frill
that stuck out prominently in front. Hap
PLY for the duelst the operation of mixing
and compromising the plaster had so re-
duced its temperature that it was not quite
scalding hot, and the eyelids had instinc-
lively closed themselves on the approach
of the slap dashing application, or those
glaring eyebals would never again have
directed pistol ball at the heart of an en-
emy
He was led by the hand to back porch,
where, after few minutes washing the
ori6ces and cavities of the face were clear
ed of the adhesive mixture, and he was a.
BILE again to see, hear, smell and speak.
When he found his organs free, though he
still wept blood from the rude contents of
the heavy pewter plate, he begar to roar
out torrent of oaths, imprecations, and
threats against the Yankee, who had be-
gun to feed his hunger upon second plate
of hasty pudding, as if nothing had hap
pened. In spite of the entreaties Of the
company, the raving bully started up stairs
for his pistols, swearing in the most awful
manner that he would shoot the offending
pedagogue upon the spot.
Presently he was heard on his return,
cursing and swearing as violently as ever.
Fly, Bateman, fly said the company /;
he will shoot you ~
Il guess not said the Yankee; but |
may have to mend his manners with some
thing harder than hasty pudding.
So saying he picked up heavy fire
shovel at the hearth, posted himself behind
the door by which Bickerton would enter.
While some were endeavoring to dissuade
the furious bully from his purpose, the
Yankee said to those in the room with
him:
Tell him to challenge me; will meet
him on the field of honor
When this message was first delivered
to the duelist, he only raved and swore the
more fiercelv and demanded immediate