Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1854-02-22

aBe, were struggling Tor the mastery. he wal
endeaVorng to act bravely, but his nerves refused
their concurrence, and he remained, go to speak
in his enthusiastically incapable of acting at all
He was impotent to fight, and as poweress to fly
There was no such hesitation in the conduct ol
Jack Warhawk. Brandishing bis big knife in his
right hand, he seized the flowing locks of Myers
in his left, and roared at the top of his lungs
"Down, coward; on your marrow bones, or by
the blue blazes I'll cut your throat!'' I'D.
Incredible as it may seem, Myers, still holding
his deadly revolver, loaded with six rounds, cow
cred to the floor like beaten hound, and begged
most Piteously for his life--a prayer which the
mocking halfbreed granted, on condition that he
would treat the whole crowd for whole week.
From this time, the unfortunate Myers was sub
ject to every species of insult and outrage The
Ioafers uould pull his nose for mere amusement,
the halfbreeds would spit in his face to make him
treat, and Gen. Cole, when intoxicated, would
strike him with his cane, to cure him of his COW.
ardice, he said. The poor grocery-keeper brook
ed all these gross indignities with the patience of
a martyr, and would sometimes meekly remon-
strate-
"Gentlemen, it is ungenerous to abuse me thus,
for confess have no courage-I cannot fight"
This continued for whole year, when change
occurred that caused the insuters to rue their g-
nuble prosecutions. He had beautiful wife,
whom he loved with the tenderest passion. One
day, when the husband was absent, the hideous
alf-breed, Jack Warhawk, instigated to the dam
ming deed by the persuasions OF Gen. Cole, went
to the grocery-keeper's private residence, and
mnltreated his lady in the most shameful manner
Myers returned home to find his beloved one
drowned, as it were, in tears. He heard the har-
rowing tale without external manifestation of an
ger or emotion. His face, it is true, became some-
what pale-his lip quivered an instant, and settled
to an expression rigid as mouth of iron, and his
wild, black eye, it may be, shot few more beams
of penetrating fire; but he did not mutter curses.
He uttered not whisper of menace; he did not
condole or even sympathize with his afflicted wife,
He only armed himself with bowie-knfe four
teen inches in the blade from hilt to point and
started for the village.
He came in sight of his enemy, then promona-
ding the public square, and boastng of his villain
GUS achievement. At this vision, Myers lip curled
into horrid smile, and his dark eye melted into
stream Of tears. He approached till he stood
nearly touching the half-breed, and then said, in
hurried whisper
"Wretch, be quick; draw! for by St. Paul. one
of us must de!"
And he waited till the other should be ready for
the strife OH equal terms. He did not have to
wait long, for Jack, understanding that cold, gilt
tering snaky smile, and those hot gushing tears,
as the certain tokens of murderous madness, i'm
medately unsheathed at the same moment with
his adversary, and then began the dreadful CON-
bat, which was soon decided. Myers parried the
furious blows of the hateful half breed; and then
grasping his foes clothing with his left hand, with
his other plunged the knife up to the hilt in his
heart. The Cherokee expired without groan.
And now the inward and terrible passions of
Myers found vent in appalling explosions. His
curses were fearful TO hear. He spurned his enc
my with his foot, and wished aloud he had hun
dred lives, SO that he could enjoy the pleasure
himself of killing him an hundred times over
His wrath then changed for his other insulters.-
He flew at oafer Bill Green, and tore out his
"soap locks" by handfuls. He sprang upon Gen.
Cole, and pulled his nose till it was lattened be-
tween his thumb and finger-all the while that
CORY knife dripping with blood. ......
His enemies were SO taken by surprise, terror
stricken, stupifed, that for a space they seemed
utterly incapable Of voluntary motion.
mi H. L Al.
of the brave. The equipoise Of opposite feeling
was destroyed forever; the sheer power Of pure
will had conquered physical fear
Does any one doubt our strange story! Let
him address letter of inquiry to Hon. G. w.
Patched, Van Buren, late Judge of the Supreme
Court of Arkansas, and the fullest confirmation
may be obtained
On the same evening, Gen. Cole called a spe-
cia council Of his friends, to consult on the course
he should pursue. There was but one opinion
that he had been insulted by direct and gross
public indignity and must call his foe to the field
Of honor.
| Accordingly, on the following day, challenge
was despatched, which Myers promptly accepted.
| and fixed the time at noon of the same day-the
weapons to be doubled-barreled shot-guns-dis-
tance ten PAGES. d' A5a '"
The parties met on the sand-beach, under the
bank of the river, above the village, and hundreds
collected to witness the issue. The mortal bel
gerents were placed in position by their seconds,
and the death-dealing guns--enormous double bar
rel--fested with dark, yawning muzzles. on the
sand, in their hands. The spectators were much
astonished by the strange contract exhibited in
their appearance. Gen. Cole was an old expe-
rienced duelst, who had shot his man before he
was eighteen, and had often been engaged in af-
fairs Of the kind. sr...4,...5. s.i, So,
On the contrary, Myers was unacquainted with
firearms, and had always hitherto been deemed
an unmitigated paltroon. And yet, singular to
frecord, the duelst stood up nervous and agitated