Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1854-12-15

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THANK you. don't care i'll do" enid fast
young man. with large pressed BRICK in
bis hat, as he surged up 10 the Indian tint
stands in front Of Van Cots tobacco store
IN Broadway with bunch of Gust iron IL
gars in his land. "TT take one, ] smoke
sometimes" !" and he reached out 10 take the
proifered weed, but the Indian wouIdnf
give il up. lie hung on 10 the cigars Ike
grim death. "Look here, old copperhead,"
said the fast young man, "none OF that, no
tricks upon travellers, or tbere'll be nfuss,
you and III fall out, somebodyfl get a
punch in the head /" The Indian said never
n word, but held on TO the cast won cigars.
lie was calm, dignfed, unmoved, as an In
dian should be, looking lis assailant sttaight
in the face. and no muscle moving single
hair. "Yes! yesl Look ut me old feath.
erlead I'm one Of 'cm, I'm around, I'm
full weight, potato measure, heaped up,"
and he placed himself in position, threw
back his coat, and squared of for light
All the time tie indian said never word,
booked without the least alarm unw;nkingly
straight into the face ofihc fas. young man,
still holding out the cigars In mighty
friendly SOFT Of way. The young man
was plucky. and just in condition 20 resent
any sort Of insult, or no sort OF insull al all
He was ready 10 go in" but the calmness
and imperturb ability Of the Indian rather
cowcd him, and he was disposed 10 reason
the matter. "l'l take onc," said he, seer
tainly; said SO before. freeze to good
cigar; I'm one Of the smokers. My father
was one of the smokers, he was; one Of the
old sort, and I'm edition number two, revis-
ed and corrected with notes, authors hand-
fwriiing on the title-page, and copyright Sc
cured. Yes, III take one. All right, old
red skin, IH take one" But the Indian
said not a word. all the time booking straight
in the face Of the fast young man. and hold
ing on to tie cigars "Look here. old gim-
let-eye, I'm getting rillcd. my backs com
ing up and you and I'll have turn; smell
of that, old copperhead;" !" and he thrust his
fist under the nose Of the castiron Indian,
who said not word, moved not a muscle,
but kept right on, looking straight into the
fare of the fast young man, as If not caring
6g for his threats, or taking in at all the
| Nuoi VI hiS hot' very Wcli, cutu ttS taoe
young man, "l'm agreeable--I'm around;
look to your ugly mug, old pumkin-head;"
and he let 20 right-hander, square against
the nose Of the cast iron Indian, who never
moved an inch, nor stirred muscle--look-
ing with calm. unchanged dignity. as be-
fore, in the face Of his enemy. "Hallo,"
cried the fast young man, in utter bewil-
derment, as he reeed back half way across
the sidewalk, with the blood dripping from
his knuckles; "Hallo! here's a go-here's
an eye opener-here's thing to hunt
for round a corner. I'm satisfied, old iron
face, I am. Enough said between gentls-
men" Just then be caught sight Of the
tomahawk and scalping knife in the belt Of
the savage, and his hair began to rise. The
Indian seemed 10 be making up his mind
TO use them "Hold on" cried the fast
young man, as he lodged round the avn
ing post, Hold on-none of that--I apollo
gize-I squat knock under. Hold on, I
say" he continued, as the Indian seemed
to scowl with peculiar ferceness, Hold on !!
Very well, I'm off-Iye business down the
street-people are home waiting for me-
can't stay here" and he bolted like quar-
ter horse down Broadway, and his cry of
"hold on" died away as be vanished beyond
the lamp-lights up mbia-st--Albany
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