The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1850-1873, 1873-07-04

''fooled that way before" Bulger's FRIEND
| and neighbor, Mr.. james Howard, says he (B.
has great weakness for "frying- pans" ant
| "deer skins"
Capt. ]. W. Hagan purchased, last week
| his beautiful old homestead, which he sold tt
Mr.. T. NJ. Kittrell sometime since. Capt Ha-
| gam intends moving in next week, and promi.
| ses 10 give the young people, and those fond Of
the dance, an in augural hop, as he says it will
bring about and renew pleasant associations
| to get back to the home where he has spent 90
| many hours. Mr.. T. NJ. Kittrell will move to
the Factory (Rockdale) where he will be near
| to his interest and business.
We met not long since q couple of young
ladies', one city and the other a country lady.
We Were struck with the strong eontrastin the
appearance and style of the two. One was
tall, portly; seemed to be callous, rather pre-
possessing, and had an air of perfect ease and
indifference. The other was not tall, but
beautifully formed, with her white and chaste-
~ turned arms, had queenly walk, and none
OF that put on we see in every day life. But
the calm, quiet, and almost holy. expression
OF her countenance never fail led to win On the
observer. One seemed to be artful, and to
know nothing but guile, which we think de-
notes the real waywardneSs of humanity more
than it corresponds with theories and moral
propositions. The other is guileless and in
nocent, equally by nature, and from her mode
of life, with modesty that is innate, that it
of beng superior TO something more than
human. One is as bright as the rose; the
other the lily and the rose We'd in her cheek.
The luster in her eyes, her vermilion lips and
the lovely dimples around them, bore at once
an expression of smiling sweetness and of
keen sensibility. On this occasion she wore
her rich brown HAIR down, which shaded her
spirited and yet sweet countenance, even at
that hour, rendering it more beautiful, Gas
the rose is loveliest when reposing amid the
shadows and contrast of its native foliage"
One is fair, the other is a bewitching little
beauty. One is sympathetic, the other is an
gelic. Both are winning, but one is charming:
WAR STILL WAGES.
Skrimmage on Saturday last between Eli
King alias King Fisher, of the Long
Hungry tribe, and T. G. Martin, of the Anglo
Saxon tribe. The belligerents met in Mt.
Pleasant,-the battle opened promptly with
sharp shooting, using the celebrated blow
guns, invented by the Creator. King Fisher
then drew his American stilettO, and went for
Bee Martin, striking at him, but by the timely
and prompt interference of the gallant Capt
r. X Polk, of the White Head tribe, Bee Mar
tins life was saved. Bee Martin retreated in
good and brave order within his barracks, pre-.
pared for any emergency, and rallied to the
field of former combat. Some fuu-loving by
stander halloed, "Look out they are going
to shoot" This signal stampeded the large
crowd. sect out of the way,' shouted many,
all making railroad time, except Bill Huckaby,
who stumbled over the BRICKBAT in his hat,
fell. rolling over and over, halloing out,
"Don't shoot any more, l am dead !" King
Fisher renewed his attack; Bee Martin
brought his artillery to bear upon him, which
caused the blood thirsty man to halt. The
citizens interfered, and the battle ended with
out blood. King Fisher then mounted his
steed and made for tall timber.