Buchanan County bulletin. [volume] (Independence, Iowa) 1869-1891, 1872-12-13

the other day, but as no blood was spill
ed, no hair scorched, and as the affair
received an airing at the hands of our
contemporary, and whereas, there is dan
| ger that the editor thereof may get liber-
ally clicked" Provided, the Ticker can do
that little Job, and don't back down, and
whereas, we're not particularly in love
with bowie knives and such, we, there
fore, have concluded to say but little
about the matter, other than to advise
the Judge to arm with sixteen shooter,
''for there is blood upon the NOON
Conservative.
The Conservative is evidently at no loss
for reasons for not favoring its readers
with the particulars Of the Mott street
battle, and its discretion is worthy Jack
Falstaff himself. Its dark hints about
"bowie knives" and "blood on the moon,"
doubtless have reference to johnson, the
hero of the bloodless encounter aforesaid,
but we are convinced that our neighbor
does that worthy injustice. We were ia
vorcd by an interview from him this
week, and can truly say that he is as
harmless as sucking dove. Not word
did he say about blood, but merely called
to give his version Of the affair, Of which
we gave the commonly accepted account
last week. The difference is unessential,
and therefore we need not mention it..
He took our allusion to lame ducks as an
imputation upon his craftsmanship, of
which he is proud, and referred us to one
of our crack shots for confirmation Of his
skill. We asscnted at once, and thanked
| our stars that he did not give us such proof
Of it as he attempted on Shipley. This
little matter settled, johnson gave us u
discursivc history of his former life and
present business. Abiding to the charge
that he is sporting man, he said: II dc
play cards and run horses for money. l
have played in this city with Mr.,
and Mr., and Mr.-- (naming
prominent citizens), and when win their
money, it is all right; and when they
win mine, why won't complain" 1t
that is not magnanimity, we would like
definition of the article. He further IA
vored US with The information that he
had been sheriff Of his county, and that
he once was member of the Michigan
1--WE think) Legislature. We were duly
impressed, Of course, with the last item,
and from that time forward the express
sion Of our distinguished consideration
was painful to witness. Talking of leg
islators, We have a story to tell. 1t has
no significance, of course in connection
with our distinguished visitor, but VIC
have been waiting for an opportunity to
tell it for SO long that in default Of an
appropriate occasion, VIC embrace the
present.
Our old friend Cy. F., of Mitchell coun.
ty, used to tell with great junction: an in
cident which happened some years since
at Madison Wis, during the session OF
the Legislature. Pat, droll 1rishman
who had subordinate position at the
State Honse; swept the floors, made the
fires &C., was universal favoritc with
the members on account of his genial
GOOD nature and keen mother wit. On
one occasion the Legislature was invited
to some sort of entertainment in the city,
and tickets were furnished them for that
purpose. One of the members not being
able or inclined to 60. gave his ticket to
Pat, and on the night appointed the Jolly
Patlanler might have been seen near the
rear of the legislative procession, which
was filing into the hall, arrayed in his
best, with a standing collar. which i'm
pcrilled his ears, and brogans BACKED to
the turn Of a bristlc. When Pats turn
came, the door-kceper lifted his eyes in
mild surprise and said:
"Hello, Pat, are you member OF the
legislature"
Drawing his stumpy figure up with
the dignity of turkey gobbler. Pat re-
piled:
II am that same, sur; and I'm a talyunt-
ed bugger at that"
The "talyanted bugger" filed in.