Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1905-03-16

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LUX a BULLET EGGZACLY.
tied t. hisn. Fust | knew he med a
quick lunge n pricked i'm n the arm.
Big chap was leetle shy then. Did
MT come up t. the scratch es smart m
sassy es he'd orter. Ray went efter
i'm hammer n tongs. Thet air long
slim waist o hisn swayed n bent LUX
stalk o barley. He did LUX joe
mightyful han some-wish t ye c'u'd
"a seen i'm thet air night Hair wus
jest es shiny es gold n the light O.
them candles. He d feint, an t. other
d dodge. Judas Priest. seemed so he
put the pint o. the sword all over thet
air big cuss. C'ud "a killed i'm a
dozen times, but | see he did MT want
t dew it. Kep' prickin' i'm ev'ry
lunge n druv i'm off the boards-tum-
bled i'm head over heels int the crowd
Them air devils threw up their hats
n stomped n hollered powerful, es eff
t We're nights fun t see a man cut t
pieces. Wall, they TUX up another
man, quicker n the fust, but he wan
nowhere near S big n cordy. Want
only one crack O. the swords in thet
air fight. Could mt hardly say Jack
Robinson fore the cuss he'd fell Ray
hurt him bad, | guess, for they he'd t.
pick i'm up n carry i'm off LUX baby.
Guess the boy see t he he'd a good
many to lick, n he'd mt better waste
no power a-foolin'. All t once thet air
low-lived, spindlin, mis- able devil he
come t. the edge O. the platform n
helt up his hand. Soon S they stopped
yellin' he says: Gentlemen he says,
sorry t tell ye thet the man fer the
next bout hes got away. We left him
securely fastened up n the fust cham
Der. Have he'd the building searched,
but amt able t find him. He must
hev gone down the slide. | am sorry
to say we hev no more Yankees. Ii
this man fights any more it will hev
t be a Britisher thet goes ag in i'm.
Is there a volunteer?
Ray he runs up n says suthin'
right n his ear. Could MT hear whut
t wus. Did n set well. r. other feller
he flew mad, n Ray he fetched i'm a
cuff, LUX thet, with the back NV his
hand. Ye see, he did n know he he'd
been a-fightin' Yankees, n he did n
like the idee. Gentlemen says he,
/ ii fight anybody, but eff this chap
amt a coward he II fight me him
self T. other feller he off with his
coat n vest es quick es a flash n
picked up a sword. Fight, then, ye
cub!' says he; an they flew at each
nthaV hoI1
no fool with a sword, nuther. | can tell
ye, thet air spindlin cuss. | see Ray
he'd his hans full. But he wus jes es
cool es a green cowCumber, eggZac'ly
Kep' a-cuffin' t other sword. N let
i'm hit n lunge N feint es much es
he pleased. See he wus jest a-gettin'
his measure, n | knew suthin' wus
goin' t happen purity quick. Fust
knew he ketched Ray by the shirtsleeve
with the p'nt us is sword n ripped it
t the collar. Scairt me so | bit my
tongue Watchin' NV 'em. They got
locked. n both swords came up t. the
hits tgether with a swish n a bang
LUX thet. The blades clung, n they
backed off. Then Ray he begun T.
feint n lunge n hustle i'm Quicker
n scat he gin i'm an awful prick n
the shoulder. c'u'd see the blood
come, but they KEEP a-goin' back m
forth m up n down desperit. The
red streak on thet air fellers shirt
KEEP a-growin. Purity quick one side
NV i'm wus red an t. other white
See he wus gettin' weaker N weaker
Ray c'u'd "a split i'm t the navel ef
he d only he'd a min tew. All t. once
he med a jab at Ray, N threw up is
hans, n went back step er tew, LUX
a boss with tn Rlin' staggers, n tum-
bled head over heels in thet air open
grave. There wus hell t. pay fer a