The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1875-07-15
A FIGHT FOR SUPREMACY.
An Authentic Incident Of Travel in the
Southwest.
From the Vicksburg Herald.

4 gentleman residing in this city had
occasion 4 few days since to make q
| Journey down the river and several miles
| back from it, using a saddle horse.
Darkness overlook him in a sparsely
settled district, and as the roads were in
bad condition and the evening looked
threatening, he halted before forlorn-
looking hut, and asked if he could find
lodgings.
81 reckon We mought," replied the
long haired, sorrowful eyed squatter,
after hesitating for q moment.
The Vicksburger found little to eat,
and his horse still less. The squatter
and his wife were ell alone, and they
had but few words for stranger, and
scarcely spoke to each ether. When
the evening grew old the traveller canped
down on the floor on blanket, and
being very tired soon fell asleep while
host and hostess were smoking their
clay pipes at the other end of the room.
He had slept about two hours when the
squatter shook him by the shoulder and
said:
Stranger, Tn powerful sorry to dis
| turb We, but want to ak favor"
s'Yes-yes-what is it?" inquired
| the Vicksburger, as he rubbed his eyes
and sat up.
eye like to see far play, don't ye,
stranger2''
eyes, of course"
"Wall, men The old woman can't
agree; somehow she's cross and tetchy
and L guess Tn a trife ugly. Least
wise, we don't hug up worth ole boots.
We've fit and fit; I'm old and she's
| chuck full o'grit, and its about an even
thingl'
"Wen, Tn sorry, put in the Vicks-
burger, as the squatter hesltated.
| "We've been a-talkin' since ye cum,
| stranger, and we've made up to ask ye
| to hold the candle and let us go in for
old rouser of a fight-a reg lar old
| sockdolager, which shall settle our fuss
If [ lick, she'll go; if she hcks, I'll
travel!"
''I'm sorry if there's any trouble, and
/ hope you won't fight"
| 'We've got to do it stranger" replied
| the woman, 81 live with a man who kin
| lick me, and he's jest as high born.
Sam's as good as the run o men but he's
lazy and sassy, and wants to wear his
| hat on his ear!''
''She's right, stranger said the
| squatter, ssand this cabin can't hold
| both of us any longer! It's to be squar'
fight-no kicking or clubbing, and we
won't go back on yer decisioni'
The Vickburger protested, but the
woman placed lighted candle in his
hand, and posted him in the door, and
man and wife stepped out on the ground.
s'Suke, Tn going to wallop ye right
smart in just four boots and holler!"
said the squatter as he pushed up his
sleeves.
s'Sarn, ye don't weigh 'nuff into three
10, oh Ie1
the battle commenced.
The Vicksburger mentally bet twenty
| to one on the man at the start, in two min
utes he had reduced the odds to ten, and
| in two minutes more he was betting even.
The wife was like wildcat, springing,
| lodging, striking, and clawing, and
pretty soon her husband had to stand on
the defensive.
''Look out for the Bengal tiger, Suke T.
he warned as he clawed the air.
''I can whip the boots Off n We, Sam !"
she replied, and the battle grew fiercer.
One of the woman's sharp nails struck
the husbands eye and blinded him for
an instant. AS he threw up his hands
she seized both her hands into his hair,
yanked him down, and in another mo-
ment had the "godgh'' on him.
'Sam, do you cave?'' she asked as
they lay quiet.
'fThat's the dead wood, Suke, and I'm
a licked man I" he mournfully answered.
She let him up, and he turned to the
Vicksburger and inquired:
Stranger, was it far fought?''
81 guess it was 2"
'eThen 1 travel y
He entered the hut, put on his coat
| and hat, took his rifle, and as he came
out he reached his hand to his wife and
| said:
Goodbye Suke We agreed far and
squar', and here 1 gol' Then, turning to
| the traveller he added:
''Much obleeged, stranger-ye held
the candle plumb far, and ye didn't
holler for either one of us -
And he walked down to the fence,
leaped over, and was soon lost to sight.
| ''Good nuff on the shoot unused the
wife as she gazed after him, ''but his
fighting weight is clarrun down to
nuthin -