The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1855-05-24
m anded his immediate surrender.

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gun being empty, he feigned submission,
and said he would surrender, at the same
time remarking that his gun was Of no
further use to him, he presented it side
ways to the trooper, who in reaching for
it threw himself off his guard, when Fran
cisco, quick as thought, run him through
with his bayonet, and as he fell from his
horse, he mounted him, and continued his
retreat Overtaking his commanding Of
fcer, Colonel Mayo, of Powhatton, he gave
him up the ANIMAL for which act of gen.
erosity the Colonel afterwards presented
him with a thousand acres of land in
Kentucky.
The following anecdote exemplifying
his peaceful nature and his strength, Is
also told of Francisco. How true it we
cannot say. but we tell it as it wastold
to US, many years ago, while he was still
living in Buckingham county, Virginia
One day while working in his garden,
he was accosted by a stranger, who rode
up to the fence and inquired of him If he
knew where a man by the name of Fran
cisco lived =
Raising himself from his work, and
eyeing his interrogation, who appeared to
be one of the half f-horse-h alligator
breed of Kentuckians, he replied
well, stranger, l don't know of any
other person by that name in these parts
but myself
well, 1 reckon you amt the man that
I want. want the great fighting man
I've heard tell SO much about. The fel-
low they say can whip all creation and
Kaintuck to boot
4 can't tell you stranger, where you'll
find that man, l don't know such a man,
said Francisco, resuming his work, as a
hint to the other that the conference was
ended. But the Kcntuckian was not TO
be bluffed off, as he would term it.
'Look'ere, stranger, said he, returning
to the charge, what might your given
anne be 2
My name is Peter Francisco, at your
service
'Ah p returned the other, you're just
the man l want to fnd,' at the same
time riding inside the fence, he dis
mounted, and tied his animal Ia rough,
ungainly Indian pony-to one of the
posts. My name is Big Bill Stokes, all
the way from Old Kentuck. I am the
Kentucky game chicken. l am. can
out run, out-hop, out jump, knock down.
and whip any man in all them diggings.
So, as | heard tell of fellow down here
abouts who could whip all creation,
thought I'd saddle old Blossom, and just
ride over and see what stuff he's made OF
and here l am. And now stranger, I'm
| most starved for fight, and I'm bound
; to see who's the best man, before / &C
home. It's all in good feeling you know
, and if you lick me why, I'm satisfied
= but
l Stop minute, stranger said Francis
, CO, you've mistaken the man entirely
I'm no fighting man at all. and if l was
I've nothing against you to fight about
: well, I don't know; is there any 9th
= er Peter Francisco in these parts 2
S NO, not that know off
, well, then you're the man, and yo'
uuSI uSuII l. VIC SOnC all tuO way iiOn
S Old Kentuck, and I amt going bacl
= without knowing which is the best man.
= But [ won't fight. I've got nothing t
7 fight about, and tell you | 'front.' fgh.'
t 'Darn'd if you shan't fight, stranger
c I'm bound to lick you if can-if | don
? you must lick me-
t By this time Francisco had becom
e angry at the importantly of his visitor
l and determined to put an end to tn
t scene. Selling his antagonist, therefore
: by the seat of his buckskin breeches, an
: the collar of his hunting shirt, he thre'
0 him over the fence into the road; the
5 leisurely going to where his pony wa
s tied, he unfastened him, and taking hil
n up by the main strength, hrea0 linn aftt
q his discounted rider.
y The Kentuckian raised himself frol
n the ground, perfectly dumb-founded b
e such an exhibition of strength, and afte
1t rubbing his eyes as though he though ht b
d might not have seen clearly, he mounte
his pony, remarking, We'll, stranger
1t reckon you'll do. | reckon it's abol
G. time for me to make tracks. If anybod
e asks you about that fight, you can te
20 'em you licked Bill Stokes most confoun'
ID edly.