The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1866-04-20
Don't Care if I Do.

Thank you'll don't care If | do" said
fast young man slightly under "old Ro-
'bertson's" influence. as he surged up to
the Indian that stands in front Of Tobacco
store or Cedar street, Nashville. with
bunch Of cast-iron cigars in his hand, "I'n
take one-I smoke somehmes," aud he
reached out to take the proffered weed,
but the Indian wouldn't give it up. He
hung on like grim death Look here, old
copperhead," said the fast young man,
'none Of that; no tricks upon travellers, or
there'll be a muss; you and I'll fall out,
and somebody'l get punch in the head"
The Indian said never word, but held
on to the cast-iron cigars. He was calm,
dignifed, unmoved as an Indian should be,
looking his assailant straight in the face,
and no muscle moving single hair.
Eyes! yes! look at me, old featherheadl
I'm one Of 'em; I'm around; I'm full
weight, potato measure, heaped up" and
he placed himself in position, threw back
his coat and squared off for fight. All
the time the Indian said never word,
looked without the least alarm, unwinking-
ly straight into the face Of the young man,
still holding out the cigars in mighty
friendly sort ola way.
The young man was plucky, and just in
a condition to resent any sort of an insult,
or no sort of an insult. He was ready to
ego in" but the calmness and impeFturba-
bility of the Indian rather cowed him, and
he was disposed to reason the matter.
"I'll take one," said he, certainly, 1
said so before. freeze to good cigar;
Pm one Of the smokers--my father was one
of the smokers, he was-oDe of the old sort.
and I'm edition number two, revised and
corrected, with notes, authors handwriting
on the title page, and copyright secured.
Yes, I'll take one"
But the Indian said not word, all the
time looking straight in the face of the fast
young man, and holding on to the cigars.
''Look here, old gimlet eye--I'm getting
riled-my back is coming up, and you and
I'll have turn Smell OF that, old copper
head!' end he thrust his fist under the nose
of the cast-iron Indian who said not a word.
moved not muscle, but kept on looking
straight into the face of the fast young man,
as if not caring a fig for his threats, or
taking in at all the odor of his fist.
kgsll," SAIL the fast young man,
ole; I'm around; look to your
pld pumpkin -head!' and he let
lander, square against the nose
ron Indian, who never moved
nor stirred muscle, looking
ne tysm, unchanged dignity, as before, in
se of his enemy. "HallOP' cried the
aung man, in utter bewilderment, as
halfyay across the sidewalk,
ping from his skinne&
sers . q S,5-n6so's
IS thing to hunt for
I'm satisfied, old iron face,
n l1 gh said between gentlemen"
les % he caught sight of the toma-
,3'ggg. 3elsEd scalping-knife in the belt of the
4vage, and his hair began to rise. The
Indian seemed to be making up his mind
to use them.
"Hold on!" cried the fast young pan, as
he lodged round the awning post. "HOld
on! none Ct that APOLOGIZE squat
knock under Hold on sayP' he contin-
ued, as the Indian seemed to smile with
peculiar ferceness, 'Hold on--very we'll
I'm off, I've business down the street;
people are home waiting for me; can't stay"
and he bolted like quarter-horse down the
street, and his cry of "hold on died away
as he vanished beyond the lamp lights Of
the last cross street.