Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1869-08-13

10 lie our brains fur the cipheFin', we be-
gan tOtin' up. But somehow or another,
we cOnldlnt cone u A right settlement O
| our two shares, nohov we could fix il
and what with the ticker we'd he'd, and
the worry % cipherin, we both com
menced tOugit rtyther savagerous. AT
hst up he humps and hollCrs out; Id
not hev bin so thunderin' keen upon this
hyur trade If I'd known that my parylner
war nothin buta darned mean fiint-shavin'
thief o Yankee. AT them words a
| shiver ran all through me like them lee
trie iiXins' thatvbOok -larRed telkstellOn,
moved it, and fotchcd hihr q lick tween
the eyes that broQt him down ilve a pine
| in a clearins l(Howar fine feller, bieger'n
me some way, and all thc5 way out
as hard and, by lingo! 'twar reglar
pleasure knockin' him DOWN. Up he
| got lookin' mighty wrNthys and says he
tell take a leetie burnt powder to put
away the smell o that air blow-cum out
into the fnresH The sun war settin', and
eVerytllih' war dead still, as If waitin' to
see what we'd do. | follered him out
readily 'nuif, for l war cool as an icicle,
now | know'd, the job he'd got to-, cum
| tirOughf b'ft when Iseen the Ilyin' tight
streanfi1l' down the ,shaCiovy arches ofthe
forest, and the everlastin' trees stannin'
up tall and grand and whisperin' with all
| tlfeir leaves, as II God war speakin'
through them in Hisown Temple ofNatur'
Eby Hevip, stronger cum very nigh
fcelin as If war p'raps doin' wrong
NWall, that air fcelin' didn't last long,
| reckon. The fust click o. them locks
(ge'd greed TO load Only three barrels
each, TO save time1 the fust click o them
locks war like the smell O. roast meat to a
starvin' man; and when toed my mark
at fifteen PAGES, felt as comfortable as If
I'd bin sittin' fore big fire with a glass
o whisky in my hand. We both cracked
of to once 1 got a scratch on the left
side, and bit o. his sleeve went flynn
jest below the shoulder. Better luck
next time, says rand the second load
went off. He'd aimed higher this time,
and the pill skiffed my ha'r and knocked
off my hat; but jest In the same moment
| seen him turn half round and go ker-
chunk right on his face. run. in, upon
him, Ikea fool, forgettin' that he'd got
one shot left; and he hoisted hisself on
his clby and let slap, jest tetehin' my thigh
as cum on (his hand war shaky, you
know, or he'd not hev, made stitch bad
shot); but that war his last card, and then
l know'd he'd him.
"Ole feller,' says /, I've kinder won
the hand this time, thar amt no dodgin'
it. So, fore yu go under, hev yu any
messidges to leavey
WAL says he, there's a gal at Burnt
Clearin' that i war.pretty bad on, last fall
-Kezia Harper, next door'to the meetin
house-guess you mout gin her this hyur
locket, if faint outer yure way
She's as good as got it already says
l, putin it in my pouch.
"'Thar's s'a feller lin the next village,
Nathan Hickman, that they used to cali
Straight-eye Il war to have fought him
this fall yu tell him why l can't cum, for
no one didn't oughter think war fraid.'
g" If the coon says word agin you,
says l, I'll grease my boots with his liver.
Is thar anything elseg
oval, says he, l guess that's about
ALL
"Good-by, then, ole feller, says !;
bless yup And with that l clapped my
pistol to his head, and blew it as small as
corn-shucks.'
Good Heaven y says, /, revolted at this
cold-b -blooded butchery, could you not
have elspared the mans life, even then ~
stranger" replied the old slaughterer,
with indescribable dignity" "if you want
to find critter so cussed mean as to hurt
mans feelin's by sparin' him a'ter he's
been whipped in a fair fight, guess yu'd
better not come to Cyrus Jehosaphat
Flint! Now, then, calc'late we'd best
be lookin' alter our t1Xin's, for them's the
spires O Stockholm shinin' yonder"
And, so speaking, he turned upon his
heel and vanished into the cabin