Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1856-05-22

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dark recesses. When he got so near the
mound as to see it and the trees about it
distinctly, he was certain that the school
master had not yet arrived, and began,
with feelings of disappointed rage to curse
him aloud for a cowardly knave, base pal
troon, and a chicken hearted, white -livered
pedagogue.
He was pouring forth these imprecations
and lengthening them with all the choicest
terms in the vocabulary of honorable bullies
when he was suddenly checked in his mad
career by an unexpected phenomenon. On
reaching an open lot near the mound, he
struck across the path; and at the same in
slant voice of thunder smote his ears
with the words, Stop, take care of yoursey'
He did stop in great surprise, and look
ed towards the place from whence the voice
had come, but he saw only the huge trunk
of a tree that stood by the mound, ten
yards from the pole at which he stopped.
He had no time for deliberations the voice
thundered again, Take care of yourself,
I'll blow your brains out! and now he saw
distinctly the muzzle of blunderbuss
pointed towards him from behind the tree,
and the Yankees eye at the butt, taking
aim, while the tree concealed his body
The duelist was so taken off his guard, that
he stood confounded for an instant; but as
the expected shot did not come, he began
to tumble under his arm for his pistols;
but he had no sooner began to unwrap
them than the Yankee called out in
the most decided tone, Drop your
pistols or I'll shoot you'll The bully hesi-
tated. Drop em, tell you, or I'll blow
nine buckshot into you as soon as | count
three: min | now, one, two, thr-.' He had
cooked his musket and taken what the du
clist saw, a sure AIM Before the word
three was fully pronounced, the handker-
cheifcontaining the pistols fell to the ground,
whether by accident or a paralysis of the
duelist's nerves, or an act Of his will, we
shall not undertake to say; however, the
pistols fell.
Now said the Yankee, stepping out
from behind the tree, with his finger still
on the trigger, but the wide muzzle Of the
tirelock elevated at an angle of thirty de-
grees,-'you have but one way to save
your life. Right about facet The duelst
began to demonstrate. Face about, l tell
YOU, or I'll drive load of buckshot through
you;' and he began to level his musket as
he advanced upon his adversary. The du-
elist faced about like soldier. Very we'll;
toward march!--march. 1 tell you-straight
to home, or tarnation seize me, if | don't
riddle you with buckshot, before can count
thrce-one, two'--the duelist did not wait
for the next word; the angry voice was close
behind him, and the deep-mouthed blum
derbuss within two yards of his back. He
began to march with slow, hating steps,
different from his usual strut. The Yankee
followed with all gravity. The line ofmarch
was pursued without tintermission; for when
ever the duelist attempted TO halt or rspeak,
the angry voice of the Yankee drove him
on with the threat Of buckshot,
"Yankee doodle came to town,
To buy keg of brandy"
Mind your steps there, or I'll blow your
brains out
"Yankec doodle, doodle, doc,
Yankee doodle dandy
Now it happened to be muster day for a
battalion of militia, and the streets were
filling up with all sorts of people from the
country. When the crowd saw the terrible
duelist with thunder and lightning in his
face, walking along before the dry visaged
school master, and the master of large
musket, solemnly chanting Yankee Doo-
de- and marching as coolly as if he drove
an ox-cart, they gathered themselves about
the man with wonder and curiosity, to see
what these things meant. When the bully
reached the tavern door, hundreds had as
scmbled Mounting the platform before the
door, he turned to address his indignant re-
monstrance to the multitude. Before he
could utter word the Yankee cried out,
Halt Face to the left and tell the
people what Yankee trick | have played
you
Yes roared out Bickerton, glad to vent
his raging indignation-'derogatory, dis
honorable, ungentlemanly advantage! Eel
low citizens, appeal to you and the laws
of honor. This disreputablc pedagogue had
the audacious temerity. intolerabe insolence
last night, to disengage into my face-ycs,
nv fellow citizens, the foul and Shiny in
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