East Saginaw courier. (East Saginaw, Mich.) 1859-18??, 1860-11-08
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and Indifferent enough, yet with GER
tain pathos which no high-aown oration
could reach. For the indifferent tono
seemed to acquiesce in destiny, to con
slider that disappointment had been too
common in the life of every man during
the last six thousand years to warrant
any raying or passionate surprise at this
time of day; and that in any case our orr
dinary pulse breath time our march to
the grave; passion beats the double quick,
and when it is all over, there is little need
for outcry and the shedding of tears over
the eternal rest. In the midst of his talk,
voices rose in one Of the apartments be-
low; the noise became alteration, and
Immediately kind of struggling or
dragging was heard in the tagged pas
sage, and thena tipsy forgeman was un-
ceremoniously shot out into the square;
and the inn door closed with an angry,
bang. The individual seemed to take
the indigpity in very good part along
he staggered, his hands in his pockets,
needless of the satirical gibes and re-
marks of his companions, who were smok-
ing beneath our windows. Looking out
we see that his eyes were closed, as if he
scorned the outer world, possessing one
so much more satisfactory within himself.
AS he went he began to sing from sheer
excess of happiness; the following stanza
coming distinctly to our cars.
"when was a chicken as big hen,
MY mother 'ot au 'ot her agen; hi
Ny father came for TO see the r-r-row, tf
So lifted my fist ah 'ot him a Glow"
81 hope that fellow won't come to
grici," said Brostcr, as the forgemal
lurched through a group Of countryman
intent on a bargain, and rassed on with.
out notice or apology, his eyes closcl,
and singing as before. -" '''"
sos my mother, she, there's q pcclcr a. hand"
BY Jove, he'se down at last, and
there'll be the devil to pay.''n We look
cd out; the forgeman was pronoain tho
dust, singing, and apparently unc onscious
that he had changed his position. e. A
party of farmers were standing around
laughing; one of them had put ont his
foot and tripped the forgeman as he pass
ed. The next moment, a bare-arme,l,
black k-browed hammer-smith stood out
from the wall, and, without SO much a.
taking the pipe from his mouth, fellel
the dealer at blow, and then looked at
his companions as if wishing to be in-
formed if he could 10 any thing ia the
same way for them. The blow was q
match dropped in powder magazine
Alelu! to the combat. There were shouts,
and yells. Insult hal been ranking
long in the breasts of both parties. OH
scores had to be paid off. From every
quarter, out of the inns, leaving potheen
and ale, down the streets from among
the cattle, the dealers came rushing to
the fray The forgeman mustered with
alacity, as if battle were the breath of
their nostrils. In q few seconds, the
square was the scene Of a general melee.
The dealers fought with their short heavy
sticks; the forgemen had but the weapons
nature gave, but their arms were sinewed
with iron, and every blow told like
hammer. These last were overpowered
for while, but the alarm had already
spread to the furnaces above, and parties
of twos and threes came at q run, and
flung themselves in to the assistance . of
their companions Just at this moment,
couple, Of constables pressed forward
into the mad yelling crowd. A ham,
mersmith came behind one, and seizing
his arms, held him, despite bis struggles,
firmly as in q vice. The other was
Knocked over and trampled under foot.
"Good heavens, murder will be done,"
cried Broster, lifting his heavy whip from
the table. "We must try any put. an
end to this disgraceful scene. VIII you
Join me?" "With heart and SOUL" said
Penruddock, sand thera is no time to be
lost. Come along, Burictt. At the
foot Of the stair we found the landlord
shaking in every limb. He had locked
the door, and was standing in tho passage
with the key in his hand. "McQneen,
we want to go out, open the door"
"Shure, jintlemen, your not goin' just
now. You'll be torn to PAGES il you go"
"If you won't open the door give mo
the key, and I'll open it mysclf."Ta
The landlord passively yielded: Brostcr
unlocked the door, AID flung the Key
down on the tagged passage. '"Now,
my lads" cried he to half a dozen coun.
trymen who were hanging on spectators
on the skirts Of the combat, and at the
same time twisting his whip lash tightly
around his right hand till the heavily
leaded head became formidable weapon,
blow from which would be effective on
any skull Of ordinary susceptibility; "Now
my lads, we are resolved to put an end to
this, will you assist us?" The captaia's