Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1859-03-04

batants took their stations. | trembled fo
Joe, for saw not yet how he would make
fun out of this.
Count, said the Spaniard impatiently,
One-two--three
The Captain fired first, and with mos
deliberate aim. Joe fired in the air. Their
the latter walked deliberately up to his an
tagonist, and taking ball from between
his teeth handed it to him.
You can use that next time, said Joe.
The officer looked first at Joe's teeth, and
then at the ball. 1t was surely the one
that he had seen put in the pistol, and now
he had seen his foeman take it from his
mouth. He was unmistakably astounded.
Come, let's load again. said Joe.
San Pablo, exclaimed Bizar, you must
use some-some-what you call him p
some trick, eh? l shall load the pistol
myself
Do So said Joe, calmly, and as he spoke
he coolly handed over his powder flask.
! The Spaniard poured out AN extra guam
| tity of powder, and having poured it in the
pistol, called for rammer. He then put
the same ball in he used before. Mean
while, Joe had been loading his own pistol.
'One moment uttered Joe, reaching out
his hand. The caps are in the butt of your
pistol. Let me get them
The fellow handed over his pistol, but
kept his eye upon it. Joe opened little
silver spring at the end of the butt, and true,
there were some percussion caps there.
He took out two, and having capped his
own pistol, he tossed it into the air, catch
ing it very adrotly as it came down, and
then handed back the other to the Span
lard. | had watched Joe most carefully,
but saw nothing out of the way, and yet
he changed pistols with his foe.
Now, cried he I'll put ball in my
pistol, aud then we will be ready
He slipped something in that looked like
a cartridge, but no one else saw it.
Now said the Spaniard, : let's see you
hold this in your mouth
again they were ready.
One-two-three !!
And the Spaniard fred first, by aim, Joe
firing in the air, as before. And again Joe
stepped forward and took the selfsame
ball out of his mouth and handed it to his
antagonist. The fellow was completely
dumbfounded and the rest swore.
You no fire at me gasped the cap
tain.
III fire at you the next time,' said Joe,
in tone Of thunder thus far have on
ly shown you that powder and ball can have
no effect on me. Twice have you fred at
me, with as true pistol as was ever made,
and both times have | caught your bali be
tween my teeth, while | have fired in the
air | meant that you should live long
enough TO know that for once in your life
you had seen, if not the old fellow himself,
(pointing downward) at least one who is
in his employ. The old gentleman will
like the company of a Spanish captain
of infantry, and I'll send you along. Come,
load again
But the astonished Spaniard did not seem
inclined TO do so. A man who swallowed
carving knives as he would sardines. and |
who caught pistol balls between his teeth, |
was not exactly the man for him to deal
with. While he was pondering upon what
he had seen, Joe took handful of bullets
from his pocket, and began to toss them
rapidly down his throat, and when these
were gone he picked up some half dozen
good sized stones, and sent them after the /
bullets.
Holy Santa Maria calculated the Span
lard, while his eyes seemed starting from
their sockets. What man BY my
soul, It's the devil'
And as he spoke he turned on his heel
and hurried away from the place. After
he was gone, Joe beckoned for me to give
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him slip them up his coat sleeves. When
we returned to the cafe he approached the
keeper.
You want your knives he said.
But the poor fellow dared not speak.
Joe put his hand TO his rgh: ear and pulled
out one of the long knives. Then from his
left ear he drew the other. The nnkeeper
crossed himself in terror, and shrank trem-
bling away. But we finished our wine, and
having paid for il, turned to 90.
Here said Joe, : havn't paid for the !
use of the yard yet and as he spoke he
hrew down piece of silver on the coun-
er.
No no! no shrieked the poor fellow.
Don't leave your money here, don't
Joe picked it up and went away laughing.
Ever after that, while he remained at
Mahon, Joe Latti was an object both of Gu !,
'iosiiy and terror on shore, for an account,
Ill colored to suit the exaggerated concep- |,
ion of the cafe keeper, had been spread /,
,ver the city, and the pious Catholics there ,
wanted nothing to do with such man, only
o keep on his good-humored side. :,
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