Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1886-09-16

And this is the renowned Jack
Prince, thought /. What a subject
Tor painter. what a eharater for
novelist une of the richest men
IN the South, he hates the rich be-
cause they are rich. The owner of
more slaves than snv two men in the
country, he cutters them to do a. they
please. end consequently his planta.
uons are better taken care Of than
those who think that the oEly wa to
make slaves work is to fog item.
The most relentless duelist in the
country, he ~ the kindest master 10
his slaves. The best
Y My reflections were cut short by
the entrance Of Lang. He was &C.
companied by three men-ohe of
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! Lag. and the third stranger.
| Let's liquor said Lang. walking
up to the bar. Bowie had his hack
towards him, consequently he was not
Immediately recognized. Stand ont
Of the way, and he gave Bowie a push
with his elbow.
! Good morning, said the latter,
smiling politely.
To he'll with your good mornings.
and with You too / cried the gambler,
drawing a pistol. In an instant
Bowie well tried blade was in his
hand. Not wishing to take any part
in the atfray | stepped to the opposite
side Of the room.
Il thought that Won were afraid to
meet me, said Lang. as he caught
sight OF the grinning features of Prince
over Bowles shoulder. Fool will
publish you in the papers as COW ard.
and horsewhip Won every time We
meet
Then You will publish a lie, said
Prince, and You will find it no easy
matter to lay horsewhip on my
shoulders
Are these your seconds asked
Bowie.
They are. said Lang. Draw vour
pistol. Ten PAGES Is the distance.
i have no pistol, said Bowie but
that makes no difference with me.
Fire.
Are vou unarmed?
Il have Inv knife, was the reply.
i will not fight you in this manner
said Lang. I have the advantage Of
YOU
Not so, said Bowie. You are TO
use your pistol my knife. When
| give the word, fire Should you miss
your aim it is your own fault, and
your death will rest upon your own
head.
BE it 81. said the gambler. who
thought and rightly, that the advan.
tage was on his side He miss his
aim and that when his life was at
stake: The thought was ridiculous.
DO you accept my offer? said
Bowie
4 do
Then make room here. and as the
seconds spraug to the wall, he pro.
coded To fas;en the handle Of knife
to the fiat of his hand, by means of
his handkerchief.
Don't spare him, Bowie, said
Prince. with grin.
| Bowies answer was laugh.
Come, are you ready ? asked Lang.
i ara. was the reply. 'Ifgon have
any prayers to say, say them now.
The gambler cooked his pistol.
Il was about to say the same 10
you. he said.
And ! anticipated You. said Bowie,
sneeringly.
Make ready " shouted Prince, in a
clear voice; and ! saw him grasp the
handle Of huge bowie knife, while
! he darted look of hatred at Thomp-
son. All the men in the room were
armed, and / plainly saw that a
desperate fight was about TO take
place.
Take aim again cried Prince:
and in another moment came the
fatal word
Fire
a report was heard so loud that it
shook the house and broke many Of
the windows. A loud laugh from
Bowie told me that he was unhurt,
and in another moment rush AMI
heavy fall told Inc that Harvey Lang
Was dead.
Did ! not tell you. that when next
We met you must die, said Bowie, As
he bent over the body.
1T is you turn, now, shouted Prince,
and he sprang towards Thompson.
The struggle lasted but a moment,
and as Prince rose from the floor, he
muttered-
What a queer blow | aimed the
katie at his neck, aud the blade passed
through his heart. Queer very.
On looking around for the remain.
ing seconds of Lang, We found that
they had disappeared. Thus ended
the great duel between Colonel James
Bowie and Harvey Lang
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