River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1876-09-14

| W lbh JOul ptiHii5oiOns odlu JUubt
Miggs, 1--WE will call in the morning
and show you the town.
They did call the next morning. and
the next, and every morning during
my stay in Cottonville and the upshot
OF it all was that spent a delightful
week. The people Of Cottonville after.
ward laughed at .he idea of an ''insur.
rection among the niggers," and the
colored debating club has nourished
timely.
Lieutenant Boyle's Duel with a New jersey
Man.
"Wa'al, there he is, said the man
with a sort of snort Of triumph; and,
sure enough, in staggered the round.
shouldered, putty.faeed giant. lie had
tufts of dry grass for beard large,
iiabby. pllslllanimous nose I; small. OBJ.
liqne eyes and two hay-colored dabs
of hair. one on each temple, known ia
scientific explorers Of the New York
Bowery as soap locks lie was eat.
ing peanuts or popcorn as he entered,
and jerking chair round, he threw
himself into it with a contemptuous
nod to the company, and ordered a
glass of toddy hot, in voice of thun.
der.
Little Boyle sat quiet, watchful,
observing, aquiet smile playing around
his good-humored mouth; while the
other, half shutting his eyes. with an
air of lofty disdain, slowly slipped the
hot toddy.
"'Oh. pshawr sneered our nasal
friend, in a whisper to Boyle; you
jarsant tackle him. He'd make you
look wOmblescr0ft in a jiffy.'
"But Boyle seeming not to hear this
impertinent remark, turned to us, say
ing, with lazy air, I'm going to see
If there is any grit in him. and APP.
preaching the chair upon which Colo
mel George Washington Kosciusko, ETC.,
reclined, he rerched himself on the
edge of table near, and said pleasant.
~ Good evening, Sir
who are you, SirP returned the
other, with verpish look out of his
slant eyes.
I'm gentleman, and my name is
Junius Brutus Boyle
"'And my name is George Washing.
ton Kosciusko Peter BOnapaIte Solo
mon Job Slimcum, and you'd better
mind what you're about
- i will, thank you. I understand
that you arc pretty considerable Of a
fellow"
sir, you air ruther free an easy
sort of cuss ruther too foTrard.'
Yes, oh yes. might be as stiff
rs the north pole, or as distant as two
mile-stones but then, you know, the
other is my way
'Wa'al, Sir don't like your way.
"'Nol How queer Well, | won't
be disobliging, and | give you permits.
sion to lump it, them
Sir, You are-you are sassy. You'd
better curb them propensitudes of
yourn.
A" Just so. You have a propensitude,
| understand, to consider yourself a
great mani
Sir, you are impudent-
Take care, Sirr shouted Boyle.
Il won't stand any insult.
" 'Sho! What II YOU do
" Dol I'll fight you I'll blow you
10 the other end of nowhere.
'IIo no. Kin you fight 2 sneered
the giant, now on his feet, rock ing
back and forth, his gaunt bony hands
opening and shutting rs il they were
in contact with an electrical battery.
lila no you'd better be keerful, you
had. kin cut cent in half, | kin.
lila no! laughed Boyle, imitat-
ing the bully. I'm sufferin' turrible
TO see you do it. I'd ruther have a
shot than a sugar.plum for such a fire.
eater as YOU
'Wa'al, Sir, I've got a material tack
with firearms F; | kin fight with any
thin from cambria needle to ~.
FOUNDER; and he thumped the table,
upsetting the glasses, and glared down
on Boyle, sure that he had frustrated
him, | bet, and no mistake nuther,
rs our nasal friend observed under his
breath.
But he lost his bet, for, bold as
Mars or Baron Munchausen, BOYLE i'm.
mediately exclaimed, 'Jingol you don't
say SO | thought you had about as
much real courage rs one could put in
a homeopathic pill. Come out now,
my fine cock-of.the.walk, and give us
touch of your quality =
"'Wa'al Lawful sakes :! calculated
the colonel you can { fight AZ night :
What a mystical idee
"'Oh yes. you can. Nonsense I'll
manage It. Wen take two lanterns,
stand back TO back, then each walk
away twenty PAGES, wheel round, and
Ere.
"'Darned II do Amt agoing to
be ding.donged into stan up like u
consumed fool in a dark night. You
jess wait till to.morrer.'
"'Or the tifty.third week OF this
year. No, Sir Numbered Boyle,
stamping his foot, which. like Mother
Carey chickens, was the sure precur.
sor Of storm-'no, Sir You shall
tight now ! | should never have taken
the slightest notice Of you IL ! had
been told OF your cOwardly bullying Of
women and little children. Don't
stand incoming there In one minute
more ] shall box your large ears. and
then Zap You over the head with this
horsewhip;' and he seized one stand.
/ " in the corner.
THE world did not appear to 70 up.
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