The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1874-06-18
From the Virginia Enterprise.

FROM the Virginia Enterprise.
Just previous to the Senatorial contest
which resulted in his election, Hon j. P
Jones had the following funny adventure
in this city with a man who come to him
to hire himself out as Fighter -
Mr. Jones and several friends were in
one of our tirst-class saloons slipping their
wine, smoking and chatting. when a
rather strange looking customer entered
the place, and, saurtering up to the group.
began the operation Of "eyeing over" the
gentlemen composing it.
He was man of middle age and of me-
dunn height, witharms disproportionately
long great spreading hands and knotty
fingers His angular, ungainly form was
poorly and scantily clad, and he was top
ped out with a curious little bullet head.
Set upon a short allowance of neck. From
thesides OF his little, round head stood lean
ing ont Two great, PUPPY ears, and all that
appeared on his face in the way of beard
was 4 jet black stubbed moustache This
seemed to have been planted a hair at a
time with pegging awl and hammer, the
latter coming down on the defenceless
nose as each brlstle was inserted and 50
lntimidating that organ that it had ever
since remal ed crouched out of sight be-
hind the hairy stockade. A large livid
scar described semi-circle round one of
his projecting cheek bones, and passing
down entered the corner Of his mouth
giving to the feature an ugly upward hitch
on that side. Wabbling his little, glitter
ing gray eye over the party before him
until said orbs rested upon the rotund form
and rosy face of Mr. Jones. he pulled off
the hirsute ten-pin ball, which he would
have called his head. 4 scrap of hat and
making an awkward bow, said -
y. P Jones, believe p
That is my name, sir, said Jones
Correct" sententiously observed the
strange visitor
do You want to see me?r said Jones
about three minutes, and in private if
You please
Mr.. Jones led the way to large private
room in The rear of the saloon
Mr. Jones, sir, you don't know me, y
said the fellow, but when you lived in
old Tuolumne | was also in that part of
Californey--in the admin county. Mr..
Jones, Pm the 'Taranter Ter of Calaveras;
I'm war boss from the hills and fight
er from h-lr'
II don't dispute your word, SIR said
u. p" 'but how does your being a war
horse Of the hills concern me %
I'm here to tell you. Here, now, YOU
are goin' into this here contest, and it's
liable to be a very lively one. About
election day it'll be ALFRED hot Now
what you'll need will be a good fighter;
a Teller to stand up, knock down, and drag
out for you; man what can 90 to the
polls and knock down right an left-wade
through everythingt"
Mr.. Jones said he had not thought it
would be necessary to have such man at
the polls on election dav.
I'm, pnt 1t WHIP cried the man of
muscle y on see, you don't know about
them things, III manage it all for YOU ="
$50 you want me to hire You as nv
fighter ?"
Just So"
"What would be your price from now
till after the election? You see as I've
never yet had occasion to hire fighter,
don't know much about the value of such
service
well, | C uldn't undertake the Job
short OF $1,000; therell be lots of work to
do"
Amt that pretty high?"
"Of course it's considerable sum. but
thar's a terrible rough set over here
These Washoe fellows are more ON the
cut and shoot than is healthy. You see
$1,000 is no money at all when YOU calker.
late the risk. I'm liable to be chopped all
to pieces. riddled with bullets and either
killed out and out or crippled for life
You see $1,000 is no money at ALL
well. come to look at it in that light.
1 don't know but your price is reasonable
enough"