Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1859-02-11

who yow are.'
Your foe ? returned the other, in the
same cold, indescribable tone. DO YOU
ask what know of you /? know you to
be liar, gambler, thief robber, and
a murderer, with the courage of a bull
dog, which is your only redeeming trait.
Nay, sir, no words ! have no time to
waste-I have been delayed too long al
ready. This is your chance for life: /
will discharge this rife in the air (suit-
ing the action the word, and with this
knife, drawing the singular weapon we
have before described) l will meet you
in single combat--now-her NAV
God have mercy on your miserable soul =
S'pose, then, we fight outside, whar
we ken see better?' said the other.
DO you want chance to run 2 sneer-
ed the stranger.
'Efyou knows Bill Harvey, you knows
he never runs whar thar's a fair fight. /
did knuckle down minute ago, and that
was the meanest thing that / ever done
in my life; but was tux kinder by sur
prise like, and if l ever does it agin, to
white man or niger, may I never see
the inside of heaven ?
Quick, then, take your position + said
the other; and he turned and walked
back few PAGES, in front of the old ruin.
Harvey came out, with his knife firm
| ly clenched in his hand, and a look of
fierce determination upon his rough,
bronzed features. He was large pow
erfully built fellow, with black eyes,
black hair, and bushy whiskers; and as
he stood facing his small, slender, almost
efeminate antagonist, a spectator would
have argued that the latter could have no
chance to cope with him by mere physi-
cal force. The two took their positions
about ten PAGES apart, and each fixed his
eyes with stern, willy caution upon the
other, like two beasts of the forest pre-
pairing for an encounter.
Are you ready?' asked the traveller.
Yes, ready to cut your little heart
out! rejoined Bill; and added, with a
tremendous oath, I'll do it, too, ef We
don't get skeered and use your barkers.
Scarcely were the words uttered, when
our hero darted toward his adversary
with sort of running bound, not unlike
that of a panther when about to leap up
on its prey. As he neared his foe, be
made feint as if to strike him; when
the latter, throwing out a quick guard
returned a blow which, if it had reached
its mark, would have ended the contest
in his favor.
But it did not reach its mark. With
a suppleness and agility rarely seen, ever
among the border fighters, our hero
sprung aside, and fairly turning the flank
of his enemy, buried his own knife to the
hilt in his back. Harvey staggered, and
tried to recover himself, but quick a.
lightning the knife was Withdrawn, and
buried in his breast, and he fell bleeding
to the ground, exclaiming:
My God I'm done forr
Here the stranger coolly wiped the
blood from his knife, and, bending ovel
his wounded foe, said, in that same cold
freezing tone:
Harvey, you asked my name-I nov
see proper to give it,
And as the wounded man fixed hi
eyes upon him, with an expression O
mingled pain and curiosity, while th,
, blood, streaming from his wounds, assur-
! ed the other that his life was fast ebbinl
2 away, he added:
| 4 am Colonel James Bowte Of Arkan
SaS p
Rather say the devil p groaned Har
yer; and, with sudden CLEAN of battle
malice, he added Ef Id know'd hi
name before, I'd been better prepare
=. for the fight. You've killed me, and ma
: my curse go with your and shutting hi
! teeth hard, and fetching long, gaspin
4 breath, he turned his head aside and 500
, lay still in death.
D Colonel Bowie walked quietly back 70
5 his horse, mounted the animal, and rod
D away as if nothing remarkable had oc
cured, leaving the different bodies wher
: they had fallen.
: This was his last duel. He was the
on his way to join that band Of gallar
: spirits who so desperately fought for tn
liberties of Texas, and at the Alamo h
fell, covered with wounds, and with wha
the world calls glory.
How THEY SUPPORT CHURCHES I
e SoUTH CARoLINA.-The following is a
y advertisement in a South Carolina paper