Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1854-11-22
From The Albany Register. Nor. G.
BEING Out---A RigElt-EEander Bad
ly Invested,


"Thank you don't care If | do," said a
fast Young man, with large pressed brick
in his hat as he surged up 10 the Indian
that stands IN front Of Van Colts tobacco
store in Broadway with bunch of cast J.
ron cigars in his hand. ''iH take one,
smoke sometimes" and he reached out TO
take the profered weed, but lie Indian
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 travellers, or
therell De a muss, you and I'll fall out,
somebodv'll gel punch in the head."-
The Indian never said wcrd, but held on
TO the cast iron cigars. He was calm dig
n,ied. unmoved, as an Indian should be,
looking bis ass ai!ant straight in the face,
and no muscle moving a single har.-
Eyes! YES Look at me old featherhea ad
Pm one Of 'em, I'm around, I'm full
weight, potatoe measure, heaped up" and
he placed himself in position, threw back
his coat, and squared off for fight. All
the time iAe Indian said never word,
looked without the least alarm unwlnklng-
ly straight into the face of the fast young
man, still holding out the cigars in m'sty
friendly sort of way The young man
was plucky. and just in condition to re-
sent 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 cowed him and he was disposed 10
reason the matter. 'I'll take one" said he,
"certainly SAID so before. | freeze TO
good cigar, I'm one OF the smokers.
NY father was one Of the smokers, he
was one of the old sort, and Fm edition
number two, revised and corrected with
notes, authors handwriting on the title
page, and copywright secured. Yes, fH
take one. All right, old red skin, RI take
one" But the Indian said not word, all
the time looking straight in the face OF the
fast young man. and holding on to the cl-
ears. "Look here, old glmblet-eye, I'm
getting riled-nly backs coming up, and
YOU and I'll have turn-smcll OF that, old
comprehend" and he thrust lis fist under
the nose of the cast iron Indian, who said
not word, moved not a muscle, but kept
right on looking straight into the face OF
the fast youns man, as if not caring hg
for his threats, or taking in at all the odoI
of his fist Every we'll" said the fast
young man. I'm agreeable, I'm around,
look to your ugly mug, old pumpkin head,
and he let 90 a rsht-handcr, square against
the nose Of the cast iron Indian, who new
er moved an inch, nor stirred muscle.
looking with calm, unchanged dignity, as
before in the face of his enemy. 'Hal.oo,
cried the fast young man, in utter be"I!-
derment as he reeled back half way across
the sidewalk. with the blood dripping from
his skinned kEuck!es: "Haloo here's
60 here's an eye-opener, here's thing to
hunt for round a corner. I'm satisfied, old
iron-face, am. Enough said between
gentlemen" Just then he caught sight OF
the tomahawk and scalping knife in 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, as he lodged round
the awning post. "Hold on none OF that
I'll apologize, | squat, knock under
Hold on, say" he continued, as the lndl-
an seemed to scowl with peculiar fierce
ness. Hold on. Very well, I'm of, I've
business down the street, people at heme
waitin.: for me, can't stay" and he boited
like quarter horse down Broadway, and
his cry Of .hold on" died away as he van
ished beyond the lamp lights up Columbia
strAet