Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1857-01-22

to fight, and as powcrless to fly.
There was no such hesitation in the con-
duct of Jack Warhawk. Brandishing his
knife with his right hand, he seized the flow
ing locks of Myers in the left, and roared al
the top of his voice
"Down, coward, down upon your marrow
bones, or by the blue blazes I'll cut your
throat !"
Incredible as it may seem, Myers still hold
ing his deadly revolver, loaded with six
rounds, covered to the floor, like beaten
hound, and begged most piteously for his
life, prayer which the mocking half-breed
granted, on condition that he would treat
the crowd for week.
From, that time the unfortunate Myers was
subject to every species of insult and out
rage. The loafers would pull his nose for
mere amusement; the half.breeds would spit
in his face to make him treat, and Gen. Cole,
when intoxicated, would strike him with
his cane, to cure him of his cowardice he
said. The poor grocery keeper brooked all
these gross indignities with the patience OF
martyr, and would nleekly remonstrate.
'Gentlemen, it is ungenerous to abuse me
thus, for I confess have no courage-I can
not fight -'.
This continued for whole year, when a
change occurred that caused the insulters
to rue their ignoble prosecutions. He had
a beautiful wife, whom he loved with ten
derest passion. One day when the husband
was absent, the hideous half-breed, Jack
Warhawk, instigated to the damning deed
by the pcrsuasions of Gen. Cole, went to the
grocery keepers private residence, and NAL
treated his lady in the most shameless man.
ner.
Myers returned home to find his beloved
one drowned, as it were, in tears. He heard
the narrowing tale without external mani
festations of anger or emotion. His face, it
is true, became somewhat pale-his lips
quivcred an instant, and then settled to an
expression rigid as apass of iron, and his
wild black eye, it may be, shot few more
beams of penetrating fire; but he did not
mutter curses. He nuttercd not whisper
of menace; did not condolc or even sympa-
thize with his afflicted wife He only arm
ed himself with bowie knife, fourteen inch
cs in the blade, from hilt to point, and star
ted for the village.
lie came within sight of his enemy, then
promenadiug the public square, and boast
ing of his villanous achievement. At this
vision, Myers lip curled into a horrid smile,
and his dark eye melted into Il stream of
tears. He approached till nearly touching
the half.brc and then said in horrid whis.
per.
Wretch ! be quick, draw for by St. Paul
one of US must die!
And he waited till the other should be
ready for the strife on equal terms. He did
not have to wait long, for Jack understand
ing that cold, glittering, suaky smile and
those hot gushing tears, as the certain to-
kens of murdcrous madness, Immediately
unsheathed at the same moment with his ad-
versary, and they began the dreadful COM
bat; which was soon decided. Myers par
ried three furious blows of the hateful half
breed, and then graspiug his foes clothing
with his left hand, with his other plunged
the knife up the hilt in his heart. The
Cherokee expired without groan.
And now the inward and terrible passions
of Myers found vent in appalling explosions.
His curses were fearful to hear; he spurned
his fallen enemy with his foot. and wished
aloud he had hundred lives so that he
might enjoy the pleasure of killing him a
hundred times over. His wrath then chang
ed for his other insulters. II few at the
oafer Bill Greene, and tore out his "soap
locks" by handfuls. He sprang upon Gen.
Cole and pulled his nose until it was aatten-
ed between his fngers-all the while that
CORY knife dripping with blood in his left
hand His enemies were so taken by sur
prise, terror. striker and stupeGed, that for
space they seemed utterly incapable of
voluntary motion.
The coward had suddenly became the
bravcst of the brave. The equipoisc of op-
positc feeling was destroyed forever; the
sheer power of pure will had conquered
physical fear. Does any one doubt our strange
story? Let him address letter of inquiry
to Hon. G. w. Pachal, of Van Buren,, late
Judge of the Supreme Court of Arkansas,
and the fullest confirmation eau be obtain
ed
On the same evening Gen. Cole called a
special council of his friends to consult on
the course he should pursue. There was but
one-that as he had been insulted by d.
rect and gross public indisnity, he must call
his enemy to the field of honor According
ly on the following day challenge was dis
patched, which Myers promptly accepted,
and fixed the time at noon of the samc day,
the weapons TO be double -barrelcd shot guns;
distance ten PAGES.
The parties met on the sand beach under
the bank Of the river, above the village, and
hundreds collected to witness the issue The
mortal beligerants were placed in position
by their seconds, and the death dealing guns,
enormous double barrels, rested with dark
yawning muzzles Oh the sand in their hands.
The spectators were much astonished at the
strong contrast exhibited by their appear
ance General Cole WIS an old, experien-
ced duelist; who had shot his man before
he was eighteen, and had often been engag-
ed in affairs of the kind.