The Daily bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1882-1895, 1888-01-24
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strange thing--a kentucky cleo
tion-and am disposed to give you
an account of it. An election in
Kentucky lasts three days, and dur
ing that period whisky and apple
toddy flow through our cities and
villages like the Euphrates in an
cient Babylon. l must do Lexing-
ton the justice to say that matters
were conducted here with tolerable
propriety; but at Frankfort, place
which l had the curiosity to visit on
the last day of the election, Jack
sonism and drunkenness stalked
triumphant--"an unclean pair of
giants" A number of runners,
each with a whisky bottle poking its
long neck from his pocket were
busily employed bribing voters, and
each party kept half dozen DULLES
under pay, genuine specimens of
Kentucky alligatorism, to fog every
poor fellow who should attempt TO
voteiillegally. A half hundred of
mortar would scarcely fill up the
chunks of the skulls that were broken
on that occasion. l barely escaped
myself One of the runners came
up to me and, slapplng me on the
shoulder with his right hand and a
whisky bottle in his left, asked me
if l was voter. mo" said |.
"Ah, never mind" quoth the fell
low, pulling corncob out of the
neck of the bottle and shaking it up
to the best advantage, ''jest take a
swig at the cretur and toss in a vote
for old IIicllory's boys--I'll fight
for you, damme!' Here was a
temptation, to be sure, but after
looking alternately at the bottle and
the bullies who were standing
ready with their slcdge-hammer
fists to knock down all interlopers,
my fears prevailed and l lost my
whisky. Shortly after this l wit
messed fight that would have done
honor to Mendoza and Big Ben. A
great rufiian looking scoundrel, with
arms like pair of cables knotted at
the ends and a round black head
that looked like forty-four-pound
cannon-shot, staggered up to the
polls and threw in his bit of paper
and was walking off in triumph.
"Stop, friend" exclaimed one of
the Salt River Roarers, stepping
deliberately up to him, "are you Il
voter?" "Yes, by" replied
he of the Bullet Head. That's q
lie!" rejoined the Roarer, land you
must just prepare yourself to go
home an old man, for I'll be--if l
don't knock you into the middle of
your ninety-ninth year." GAY,
ay," replied the other, "come on
then; I'll ride you to hell, whipped
up with the sea sarpint!" They
had now reached an open space,
and the Salt river bully, shaking his
fist a moment by way of feint,
dropped his chin suddenly upon his
bosom and pitched headforemost
toward the stomach of his antago-
mist with the whole force of his
gigantic frame. Bullet Head, how
ever was on his guard, and, lodging
aside with the quichness of lightning
to avoid the shock, gave the assail-
ant a blow that sent him staggering
against whisky table, where he
fell TO the ground amid the crash of
bottles, mugs and tumblers. No
thing daunted by this temporary
discontinue, the bully gathered
himself up, and, with single NUT
tered curse, renewed his place in
front Of his foe. Several blows were
now given on both sides with tire
mendous effect, and in a few mo-
ments the Salt River boy, watching
his opportunity, repeated the maneu
yer in which he had first been foileC
This time he was successful. Hi
head was planted directly in hi
antagonists stomach, who fell bacl
with such force that | had no ex
pectation of his ever rising again
SIS the scoundrel done for?" in
CURED the temporary victor, walk
ing up and looking down on hi
PROSTATE foe. Bullet Head spok
not, but with the bound of a will,
cat he leaped to his feet and crap
pied with his enemy. 1t was tria
of strength, and the combatant
tugged and strained and foamed a
the mouth, and twined like serpent
around each others bodies, till Q
length the strength of the Bulle
Head prevailed and his opponent la
struggling beneath him. "Goug
him!' "Gouge him!" exclaime
a dozen voices, and the topmos
combatant seized his victim by til
+ hair and was preparing to follow tn
advice that was shouted in his ca
when the PROSTATE man, reused b
desperation and eXerting strengt
that seemed superhuman, caught hi
assailant by the throat with gras
like that of fate. For few mt
ments the struggle seemed to cease
and then the face of the throttle
man turned black, his tongue fe
out of his mouth and he rolled
the ground as senseless as a dea
man. / turned away contirme
believer in the doctrine of tots
deprayity.- IN. W. World.
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