The Van Buren press., 1870-06-28
Dog.0ousd q Poetry.
Adventures of q Fast Young Man


THANK you. don't care If do." said
fast young man, with large pressed
brick in his hat. as he surged up to the In.
dian that stands in front Of tobacco store
In Broadway. with bunch Of cast iron ci.
gars in his hand.
"I'll take one smoke sometimes" and
he reached out to take the pro1fered weed,
but the Indian wouldn't give it up. lie
hung on to tho cigar like grim death.
Look here old copperhead," said tn,
fast young man. "none OF that: no tricks
upon travellers, or thsre'll be muss; you
and I'll fall out; SOMEBODY will get a
punch in the bead"
The Indian said never q word, but still
held on to the cast iron cigars. He was
calm. digni6ed, unmoved, as an Indian
.hould b., looking his assailsnt straight in
tho face, and no muscle moving single
hair.
EYES. yes. Look a, ms. old feather
heal. I'm ono Of EN-: Tn around I'm
iull of weight. potato measure heaped up"
and he placed himself in position. threw
back bis coat, and squared of for fight.
All the time tho Indian said never 0 word.
and looked. without the least alarm.
straight into the face OF the young man.
st'll holding ont the cigars in q mighty
friendly way, The Young man was plucky,
and just in a condition to resent any insult
or no insult at all. He was ready to " 90
in" but the calmness and imperturbabiity
Of the Indian rather cowed him. and he was
rather disposed to reason tho matter.
"Tll t, Ike one;" said be. certainly !
said so before; freeze to good cigar ;
Tn one Of the smokers. Why. my father
was one Of the smokers, he was. One of
che old sort ana I'm edition number two
revised and corrected with notes. authors
writing on the title page and copywri ht
secured. Yes. Ill take one."
But the Indian said not q word. looking
ell the time 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 backs coming up, and you and
I'll have turn smell of that. old copper.
head. and ne thrust mis- Inst under the nose
Of the cast.irou Indian. who said net
word. moved not q muscle. but kept right
on looking straight into the face Of the fast
young man. a. if not caring . fig for his
threats, or taken in at oil At the odor Of his
Est.
"very WE'LL" said the fast young man.
I'm agreeable; I'm around; look out for
your ugly mug, old pumpkin head" and
he let 60 right handler. square against the
nose Of the cast.iron Indian, who never
moved an inch, nor stirred muscle. look.
ing with calm, unchanged dignity. as be.
fore, in the face Of his enemy. Halo /
cried the fast young man in utter bewilder.
ment, as he reelsd back half way across the
sidewalks, with blood dripping from his
skinned knnckles Halo here's . go /:
here's an eye opener here's a thing to hunt
for round the corner. am satisfied, old
iron-iace, em. Enough said between
gentlemen"
Just then he caught eight Of the toma.
hawk, and his hair began to risO. The
Indian seemed to be making up his mind to
use it.
Hold on |" cried tho fas. young man.
a. he lodged round the awning post.
"Hold on none Of that; l Il apologize; /
squat; l knocd under Hold on. say !"
he continued as the Indian seemed to soowl
with peculiar 6erceness. "Hold on Very
we'll, I'm off. I've business down the
street; people At home waiting for me
can't stay" and he bolted like quarter
horse down Broadway, aud his cry Of "hold
on" died away ss he vanished beyond the