The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1882-01-08
"Oh, all right" he replied. al shall
wing him, never fear"
DICKINsON's SHOT.

| O1Ch4NSON , SHUT.
| DickinSon'S second won the choic
of position and Jackson's the offic
of giving the word. The eight pace
were measured off and the me,
placed. Both were perfectly col
lected. Strict duelling etiquette wa
preserved. Jackson wore a loOs,
frock coat buttoned carelessly Owe
his chest, concealing in some .degret
The extreme slenderness of his flo
ure. Dickinson was the younger
and handsomer man of the two. He
was % and Jackson 80 years old. The
generals tall, erect figure and grave
demeanor gave him a commanding
air as he stood in the shade of the
poplars in the bright May morn.
Are you ready?" Overton asked
Il am ready" Dickinson replied
and jackson reiterated his words.
Quick as thought Overton
shouted, with his old country &C.
cent:
"Firew
Dickinson as quickly raised his
pistol and fired. OYerton saw a
puff Of dust fly from the generals
coat. Jackson raised his left arm
and placed it tightly across his
chest.
"He's surely hit" muttered his
second, ~and in bad place, toe; but
no. he does not fall"
Jackson. erect and grim, with
teeth set firm, raised his pistol
Overton glanced at Dickinson
Amazed at the unwoAted failure OF
his aim, and apparently appalled, al
the awful face and figure before him
the lawyer had unconsciously re.
coiled q pace'or two.
"My Godp he faltered, SCI have
missed him. s-'
"Back to the mark, sir" roared
Overton, with his hand upon his
pistol.
JACKSON'S SHOT.
Dickinson recovered his eompos
ure and toed the scratch. HI
averted his eyes from his antagon
ist. Jackson took deliberate aim
and pulled the trigger. The pisto
neither snapped nor went off. Il stop
ped at half-cock. Jackson drew the
lock back to its place, took aim the
second time and fired. Dickinson:
face blanched. He reeled. Hi:
friends caught him in their arms
and gently seated him on thu
ground against a bush. His trouser.
REDEEMED. They stripped off his
clothes. The blood was gushing
from his side in torrent. The bal
had passed through the body below
the ribs, and lodged just under the
skin above the opposite hip. AL
the doctors in Christendom could
not have saved his life. Genera.
OYerton went forward and looked al
him. A glance was sufficient. Then
he rejOined Jackson, saying:
"He1l want nothing more of you
General"
They walked to where the horses
were tethered. Overton was on one
side of Jackson and the surgeon or
the other. Neither spoke a word
The surgeon saw that one of Jack.
sons shoes was full of blood.
my God, General, you are hitr'
he exclaimed, pointing to the blood
"Y es. l believe he has pinked me
a little" Jackson replied. Lets
look ut it, but say nothing about
it,"
JACKSON'S TERRIBLE WOUND.
He opened his coat. Dickinson's
aim bad been perfect. He had sent
the ball precisely where he supposed
Jackson's heart was beating. The
thinness of his body and the loose
ness of his coat deceived him. It
was q bad-looking wound. Two ribs
were broken, and the breast bone
was 1aked. Jackson mounted his
horse and rode to the tavern. Upon
approaching the house he went up
to negro woman who was ehurn-
ing and asked whether the butter
had come. She said it was just COM
ing. He asked for some buttermilk.
While she was getting it for him he
furtively opened his coat. She saw
that his shirt was soaked with blood.
While she was gazing at the sight,
dipper in hand, he caught her eye
and hastily buttohed his coat. She
dipped out a quart of buttermilk
and gave it to him. He drank it off
at a draught and then went into the
house and had his wound dressed.
He sent friend to inquire concern
ing Dickinson's condition, and to
offer the services of his surgeon. DR..
Catlet replied that DickinsOn's case
was past all surgery. General Jack
son then sent q bottle of wine to the
physician for the use Of his patient.
Dickinson bled to death. The few
of blood could not be stopped. He
suffered extreme agony, and uttered
distressing cries all day long. At
9 o'clock that night he asked why
they had put out the lights. The
end was at hand. Five minutes
afterwards he died, cursing with
his last breath the ball that had
entered his body. His wife had
been summoned. On the way she
met a procession of silent hOrsemen,
eseorting a rough emigrant wagon
that concealed her husbands re-
mains.
Jackson gave as reason for con-
cealing his wound that. as Dickin-
son considered himself the best shot
in the world and was certain of
killing him at the first fire, he did