Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1857-11-05

! pened to be q little slckI
But you were seriously i'll last night,
said Bowie.
/ am well now was the reply.
All, | beg your pardon, forgot anc
he introduced us.
And this is the renowned Jack Price.
thought l. What subject for pain
er What character for novelist
One of the richest men in the South, ht
hates the rich, because they are rich
The owner of more slaves than any two
men in the country, he suffers them to d.
as they please, and consequently his plan
tations are better taken care of than those
who think that the only way to make
slaves work is to fog them The most
relentless duellist in the country, he il
the kindest master to his slaves. The
| best
Ny reflections were cut short by the
entrance of Lang. He was accompanied
| by four men, one of whom was Thompson
another Moses Lang, and the Others were
two strangers.
Let's liquor said Lang, walking ur
to the bar. Bowie had his back towards
him, and consequently he was not imme
diately recognized. Stand out of the
way, and he gave Bowie push with his
elbow.
Good morning, said the latter, polite
".
To hi with your good mornings, and
with you, tool cried the gambler, draw
ing a pistol. In moment Bowie's well
tried blade was in his hand. Not wishing
to take any part in the ARRAY. / stepped
to the opposite side Of the room.
I thought you was afraid to meet me,
said Lang. as he caught sight Of the grin
ming features of Price, over Bowie's left
shoulder. Fool! | will publish you in
the papers as a coward, and horse-whip
you every time we meet
Then you will publish a lie,' said
Price, and you will find it no easy thing
to lay horse-whip over my shoulders.
Are these your seconds? asked Bowie
/ They are said ! .ane- !. Draw you'll
pistol. Ten PAGES is the distance
| have no pistol, said Bowie. but thai
makes no difference with me. FireP
Are you unarmed p .
/ have my knife was the reply.
I will not fight you in this manner,
said Lang, I have the advantage of you.
Not So, said Bowie, you are to use
your pistol, / my knife. When I give
the word, frel Should you miss your
aim, it is your own fault, and your death
will rest upon your own head.
Be it So, said the gambler, who tho't
and rightly, that the advantage was or
his side. He miss his aim and that toe
when his life was at stake. The thought
was ridiculous.
DO you accept my OFFER said Bowie.
! Il do
Then make room here;;' and as the
seconds sprang to the wall, he proceeded
to fasten the handle of his knife to the
fat Of his hand by means of his handker
chief.
Don't spare hin, Bowie said Price
with a grin
Bowie's answer was laugh.
Come, are you ready, p said Lang.
| am was the reply. If you have
any prayers to say, say them now.
The gambler cooked his pistol. 49,
| was about to say the same to.you,
he said.
And ! anticipated YOU said Bowie
with a sheer.
Make ready 7 shouted Price in clear
voice; and saw him grasp the handle Of
q huge bowie-knife, while be darted o
look of hatred at Thompson. All the
men in the room were armed, and plain.
ly saw that desperate encounter was
about to ensue.
Take aim T again shouted Price; land
IN another moment came the fatal word
Fro ~
Areport was. heard-so loud that ii
shook the house and broke many of tie
windows. A loud laugh from Bowie told
me that he was unhurt; and IN another
moment q heavy fall told me that the
gambler Harvey Lang was dead.
Did ! not tell you that when next we
met. you would de- said Bowie, as VIC
bent over the body.
1t is your turnnnow, said Price, as he
sprang towards Thompson. Tho struggle
lasted but d moment, and as Price rose
from the floor, he nuttered
q What . queer blow. / aimed the
knlfe at his neck, and the blade passed
through his heart. Queer! Very!'
On looking around for the remaining
seconds Of Lang, we found that they had
disappeared.
Ihas ended the great duel between Col.
James Bowie and Harvey Lang.