Knoxville journal. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1874-1986, 1876-09-21

Certain that the strain Of anruse'
mens ID the mellow voice and :'is
tell-tale face betokened = duel Win.
out ! tragedy. We women clAmoreo
for the story.
81 had gone" said Capt. Porter
obeying beautifully at once, with
half-a-dozcn other fellows, all navy
officers, to spend . week at Shrews-
burry,--a little half-pony town 10
Jersey here; aud one evening, - We
were sitting In the DARKROOM OF the
tavern, smoking, telling anecdotes,
and talking between whites with the
natives, vino should come sauntering
in but old Boyle.
ANY room for met" he asked.
"Why, yes; come in we oil cried;
and we were soon telling him the
nows,-Boyle Ia turn relating MS
adventures, perhaps roInancing q
little, and ut last ending with
"well anybody hero worth know
ing?n
nYos,' l answered; there Is one
Jersey giant, 6 feet 2 In his Stock
ings, aud the greatest bully on rec
ord
"'Ah! what's his name!
THAT'S the best OF II, His name
is George Washington Kosciusko
Potter Bonaparto Solomon JOB slim-
cum
sPhebus! what q name" exciaim-
ed Boyle, bursting out laughing.
what ia the gentloman's profes-
siOn?'
s'He spends his time cultivsting .
bean patch, threatening the poor VII
lapsrs, and brow beating the women
| and children
sDoes-does he? Well, he's the
| very boy for me. l wish ne would
come In. I'd like TO have q liteie
talk with him.
"'Why my dear fellow" said 1,
s'he'd make three Of you. Facts 10
we all keep to the windward side OF
him--no use OF getting shot Tor such
o landlubber.'
sat this lanky party with q
portentous nose, who had been lis
tening to every word, remarked,
through his nose:
"'Wa'al s'pose you naval men
think yourselves thunderin' brave,
but kin tell you our Curnel could
fight all on You TO onst, with his
right ham tied behind him. You
| naval mon needn't think you're
goin' 10 'nopolize oil the brass and
buster
"Boyle's ears picked up at this,
for as you know, Rowan, no 10 reg.
ular old sea.lion, afraid OF nothing
from powder-monkey toa sea-ser-
pant at sea, and a mouse 10 an elo-
phant ON shore. So he bounced
round on our nasal friend, aud snap
ped out at him, like pugnacious
bull-terrier.
"What's that? Want TO try our
brass and bluster! Wher's your big
gun? Trot him out. I'd like to SEQ
him.
'Wa'al, there he Is said tho
man, with q sort OF snortof triumph;
and, sure enough, In staggered the
round shoulderod, putty-facod giant.
He had tufts OF dry grass for board /,
a large, flabby, pussIllanImous nose,
small, obllque eyes, and two hay
colored dabs Of hair, one on each
temple, known to scientific explorers
| of tho Now York Bowory as soap
locks He was eating peanuts or
popcorn as he entered; and, jerking
q chair round, he threw himself into
1t with a contemptuous nod to tho
company, and ordered glass Of tod
hot, In a voice Of thunder.
"LIttle Boyle sat quiet. watchful,
observing, curious smile curvIng
his good-humorod mouth; while tho
other, half shutting his eyes, with
an air Of lofty disdaln, slowly sip.
ped tho hot toddy.
oh, pshaw!' sneered our nasal
friend In whisper to Boyle, you
darsn't tackle him. He'd mako you
look wombleseroft In jiffy."
"But Boyle, seeming not 10 hear
this impertinenco, turned to us, say
Ing, with lazy air, I'm going to
see II there Is any grit In him. and
approaching the chair upon which
Col. George Washington Kosclusko,
etc., reclined, he perched himself on
tho edge Of tho table near, and said,
pleasantly, woodworking, SIR
who are you, sir?' returned the
other, with viperish look out Of
his slant eyes.
"Im q gentleman, and my name
is Junius Brutus Boyle
"And my name is George Wash
lngton Kosciusko Peter Bonapart
Solomon Job Sllmcum, and you'd
better mind what you're about.
~ will, thank you. understand
that you are pretty considerable OF a
fellow
{" Sir, you ruther FREQ an easy
sort of cuss; ruther to forrard.'
ayes, oh, yes. l might DO AZ stifr
% the North Pole, or as distant Us
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