Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1884-05-31
Tho Yankee" and the "Southern
Gentleman.

Gentleman.''
Diverging from the thread of long,
fine article in the San Franciscan of
the 10th Instant, Don Piatt Introduces
the following truthful and eloquent
episode;
The late Tom Marshall, of kentucky,
was once making one of his brilliant
speeches to a mass meeting OF South.
ern people that had been entertained
for hours by the repetition of the
claim that Northern men were poor
spirited traders, and SO cowardly that
one Southern gentleman was able to
thrash five Yankees. He said: "These
eloquent friends of mine are laboring
under a grave delusion in asserting
that Yankees are more cowardly and
less willing TO fight than their South
ern brethren. This is not the fact,
and you will see it when | tell you
that they have more to fight for than
we have. They have property, which
we, through our ignorance, ndiffer-
ence and laziness, have failed to accu-
mulate. 1t is law of our nature that
our courage to defend is in proportion
to the value of what we have to de-
fend. Who among you here does not
rank honor above your lifeg Now
the same American nature is to be
found in Yankee land that exists in
the South land. We are all one fam
lily; but the Yankee adds to his sum
of honor beautiful homes, wide pos
sessions, great enterprises, and above
all, culture TO appreciate his ownings.
Won't he fight for these? My gallant
friend, sitting ON his blood steeI out
there, who spoke before me, shakes
his head in the negative. Well, let
my gallant friend go with me to Cape
Cod, for example. | will show him
a long, lanky, bronzed and grizzled
man idling by a hogshead of
whale oil. That man is Yankee
sailor, with hands as hard rs the har-
poon he handles. He is home from a
cruise Of three years in the Northern
seas-a cruise fraught with peril that
tries not for once but for every minute
of its existence the highest courage,
the coolest possession for he sails
in seas guarded by the m essengers sent
down. by King Death himself, who sits
enthroned at the North Pole guarded
by the gathered Winters of thousand
years, and saved from endless night by
the aurora JoreGlis that CLEANS about
that awful desert of silence like sheeted
ghosts of ruined worlds. This Yankee
sailor must fight his way through con-
tinenls of ice fields, grindingan crush
ing along as mighty ocean losses them
onward. He must sail by icebergs that
are floating mountains. And all those
perils fade before the one that opens
when, escaping them, he attacks the
mighty monster of the deep--attacks
from fraif open boat, armed with
only harpoon, and conquers through
the keenest skill and the highest cour-
age. This is the man too cowardly to
fight Southern gentleman. We
Southern gentlemen can dispose of
him five at a time. That is the propo.
sition Well, let my friend try this
one. He may call the Yankee sailor
liar, thief and poltroon, and the
fellow will laugh ut him. He may
even slap him in the face, and the
Yankee will appeal to the law and
have my gallant friend laid by the
heels in the Jail. But let him touch
that hogshead of whale oil, to irjure
VI uVstiVy ~, duu IL VIII tdht all my
gallant friends surviving heirs and
assigns to put enough together to hold
an inquest on. Let us not deceive
ourselves. Should the time ever come
which God forbid-when through
madness we may try bloody conc,u-
sions with these brothers of ours, we
shall have to purchase of them arms
and ammunition to begin with-and
collins TO end with