Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1876-09-13

"Just so. You have 'propensi-
tude,' understand, to consider your
self great man,"
"Sir, you air imperdent-"
"Take care, sir" shouted Boyle. /
won't stand any insult"
"Sho /" What'll you do?"s
edo? I'll fight you; I'll blow you
to the other end of nowhere"
"Ho! no Kin you fght?" sheer
ed the giant, now on his feet, rocking
back and forth, his gaunt bony hands
opening and shutting as if they were
in contact with an electrical battery.
"Hal hol you'd better be .<keerful,
you had. kin cut a cent in half, /
kim"
cha no !" laughed Boyle, initiating
the bully. "I'm sufferin' terrible to
see you do it. I'd ruther have a shot
than a sugar plum from such fire.
eater as you"
"Wa'al sir, I've got natural tact
with firearms; I kin fight with anythi1l'
from cambria needle to a 49,
pounder;" and he thumped the table,
upsetting the glasses, and glared down
on BOYLE, sure that he had frustrated
him, [ bet, and no mistake nuther," as
our nasal friend observed under his
breath.
"But he lost his bet for, bold as
Mars or Baron Munchausen, BOYLE i'm
medlately exclaimed "Jingo you don't
say so? I thought you had about .as
much real courage as one could put in
homeopathic pill. Come out now,
my fine cock -the-walk, and give us
touch of your quality"
"Wa'al! Lawful sakes |" calculated
the Colonel; you can't fight at night |!
What a hyastical idee!"
ooh, yes, you can. Nonsense I'll
manage it. Well take two lanterns,
stand back to back, then each walk
away twenty PAGES, wheel round, and
fire." aes... .a7 'n5'
"Darned if do Amt agoin' to be
Iing-donged into stan'in up like con-
sumed fool il dark night. You jess
wait till to-morrer." dfsm .s1f.e
cor the fifty third week of this year.
No, sir !" Numbered Boyle, stamping
his foot, which, like Mother Carey's
chickens, was the sure precursor of a
Storm. no, sir You shall fight noaU !
] should never have taken the slightest
notice of you if l had not been told of
your cowardly bullying of women and
little children. Don't stand incoming
there! I one minute more I shall box
you large ears, and theu flap you over
the head with this horsewhip;" and he
seized one standing in the corner.
The world did not appear to 60 npon
double jointed castors just then with
George Washington Kosciusko, and the
rest. His little angry eyes went blink
ing round the room, he teetered up
and down on his toes he moistened his
dry lips with his tongue, and his hands
worked more nervously than ever, as
he detected a look Of scornful, half
surprised derision ON the faces of some
of the Jerseymen. But glance at his
challenger's determined visage showed
him that there there was no deliverance
to be hoped for, and he shuffled out of
the room, followed by Boyle and the
rest of us, who not mean to lose sight
of him. We obtained two old muskets,
and we'll knowing that our man would
take sure aim and fire, whatever the
other did, we loaded them only with
powder, communicating this little ralse
to no one, for Boyle would have fought
us all in turn if he had discovered it.
Out we went into the dark and lonely
road. In solemn silence we placed the
combatants back to back. George Wash
ington, etc., heaving ponderous, fright
ened signs enough to have driven a
sloop from its moorings. We gave
them each a lighted lantern, and with
an emphatic Ole, two, three they
started on their twenty PAGES. We all
counted, and at the twentieth loudly
called, "Stop!"
Boyle wheeled round, as we could
just discern by the dim light of his lam
tern, but George Washington Koscius-
ko Peter Bonaparte Solomon Job Slim
cum kept on walking.
"Halloo!' cried Boyle; "haven't
you got twenty PAGES yet?'
No answer; but the walking, as we
could see by the swinging of the Ian
tern, had turned into prodigious strides.
The next moment the light was extin-
guished.
"Halloo!" shouted Boyle again.
"Stop, you villain stop! Yah! whir-
roo! You scoundrel! you miserable
landlub-"
Bang! went his gun, and we all made
simultaneous rush down the road;
but, :" like a snowflake in the river"
George Washington, etc., had evan
ished;" and from that day to this he
was never more seen in Shrewsbury
The story was told amidst shouts and
screams of laughter from theofi GERS and
us women, and if that fre-eater, little
Boyle, ever sees the account of his
duel here, I know that he and Admiral
Porter will forgive me for telling it
again.
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