The Ketchum keystone. [volume] (Ketchum, Idaho) 1885-1899, 1888-10-06

| ground tnaL no crime naO actually
been committed. Andrew J. Butler,
a brother of Gen. Benjamin F. But
ler; John A. McGlynn, brother of
DR.. McGlynn, of this city, and other
friends now tried to dissuade Brod-
erick from fighting, but he felt that
his reputation depended upon it
and refused to stop. At that time
he was very cool and calm. The
arrest was a mere straw. That very
night, the 18th. the parties drove to
the farm near the Laguna de la
Merced, ten miles from the city. A
few reporters and some others heard
of it in time, and followed. It was
a chilly night, and so dark that the
drivers lost their way several times.
The breeze from the ocean blew
strong and sharp. The day broke
beautifully, however, before the en-
counter took place. Before reach
ing the dueling ground they had to
vault high fence. Terry and Brod-
erick went over it as though they
were out for lark instead of with
murderous designs.
There were 80 spectators present
| when the seconds held their confer
ence and the pistols were examined
and loaded. A halt dollar was
tossed up, and Judge Terry won
the choice of weapons. Mr.. Hays
marked off ten PAGES and warned
the spectators not to move back out
of the line of fire. Broderick was
the coolest man of his party, his
seconds appearing nervous and i'll
at ease. Mr.. Haskell, after partly
untying the Senator's cravat, step
ped back and wrung his hands. He
then removed the cravat. This in
cident unnamed Broderick for
moment. Broderick wore long
surtout and had a soft woolen hat
drawn down over his brow. Terry
was similarly attired. The require
ments of the code were strictly fol-
lowed. Benham searched Broder-
lick closely for concealed mail, but
McKibben only touched Terry's
waistcoat and bowed. Broderick
had lost some of his composrre.
He was nervous, and twitched at
the skirts of his surtout' He and
Terry had taken their positions.
Terry stood erect and firm, appar-
emily Indifferent to everything but
his thoughts. The pistols were
cooked, and they were delivered to
the principals. Benham slowly read
the conditions, and Mr.. Cotton gave
the instructions as to the firing.
The men held the weapons muzzle
downward.
Gentlemen" said Cotton, care
you ready?"
Broderick replied after Terry,
saying: II am ready
"Firel One"
There was a report from Broder-
ick's pistol, followed i'll second by
Terry's. For some reason Broder-
ick's pistol exploded before it had
been brought to a level. The bullet
buried itself in the ground third
of the distance short. Had it gone
all the way it would have struck its
mark, for it went in a perfectly di-
rect line. The report of Terry's
pistol had hardly died away when
Broderick was seen to start. He
turned half around and grasped at
the air as though trying to recover
his balance. His head dropped and
he fell fat on his back, his pale face
upturned to the sky. He lay on
the ground while Cotton and Has
kell supported his head. DR.. Won
Loehn, his surgeon, was too agitated
to be of service. The blood spurted
from the Senator's wound, and Won
Loehn did not seem to know how to
stop it. Mr.. Brooks finally stepped
forward and, in the name of Judge
Terry, offered the services of his
surgeon, DR.. Hammond. But it was
of little use. The ball had entered
the right breast and passed through
the upper lobe of the left lung.
Davis, the owner of the ranch,
who had been silent spectator of
the duel, started to his feet as DR..
Hammond began cutting away the
clothing from the wound, and
shouted excitedly:
"That is murder, by God -
He moved toward Terry, but was
restrained. It was fortunate that
his remark had been heard only by
the Broder..ck patty, for there were
plenty of friends of Terry there, all
armed to the teeth. Terry had not
moved. His arms were folded, with
the muzzle of a pistol projecting
behind him. He was erect as ever,
and look of inquiry upon his face,
as though he expected call for u
second shot. His GOODNESS and nerve
were remarkable even in that gath
ering. AS be fired he was heard to
say: "Ahl / struck him little too
high" Assured that Broderick's
wound was fatal, he started for his
carriage and was followed by his
friends. They drove rapidly to San
Francisco. and from there Terry
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