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his horse and went in to the shop
where Lyjah was at work and began
worrying him in various ways, when
suddenly Lyjah picked up piece OF
spoke timber and struck him blow
on the back of the head, which sent
him sprawling to the ground.
I heard Adams telling about it af-
terwards. He said he never for mo-
nent suspected that Lyjah would re-
sent anything and was therefore TAX
en- completely by surprise when he
was struck; that when he regaining
his senses and got up, he saw Lyjah
about quarter. Of mile down the
big road running like a race horse.
AS proofe of the wonderful physical
and vital powers possessed by this
man Adams, it is only necessary to
state, which is a fact, that some time
after the occurrence which I have
just related, he was shot six times
with 38 callibre Smith & Wesson
pitol at close range, by man by the
name of Bill Hughey, who kept ho-
tel and barroom in the house after
wards known as the Miller hotel on
Washington street, and was not killed.
When Adams was drinking he cared
for no one, nor what he said nor
where it was.
On the occasion Of the shooting he
was taking dinner at Hughey's hotel,
and was indulging in very indecent
language at the table. Hughey went
to him and told him he had to stop 1t
CT leave his house. At that Adams be-
gan cursing him and started to get
up, as he did so, Hughey drew his pis-
tol and began firing and never stop
ped until he had emptied the entire
six chambers, every ball taking ef-
feet.
Of course he fell and every one
present thought he was dead man,
but he recovered and lived a good
many years thereafter. The only in
convenience which he seemed to suf-
fer from his wounds was caused by
one of the balls passing through his
windpipe which. ever afterwards. af-
fected his speech.
| Matthew Owen, the other was an
Irishman, a. shoe maker by trade, who
had no fixed place Of residence, but
went about from place to place,
kind of privileged character for quite
long time before his death, a man
for whom nobody cared particularly,
but every one would tolerate him,
just because he was, in a manner, a
harmless old fellow and would oc-
casionally do little jobs, such as half
soling a pair Of shoes or mending the
farmers harness, etc.
| The only serious fault that Mat
thew had was he would get drunk If
he could get the liquor. He was anti
Roman Catholic to the core, and l
have frequently seen him, when drunk
get out on, the Public Square, jump
up as high as he could and yell at the
top of his vdice-"To He'll with the
Pope and God bless King William
the sequel invariably being that Mat
thew would be arrested, locked up in
the calaboose and made to pay a fine
the next morning.
With the recital of one more rather
amusing incident, I shall close ut
least this intsallment Of my reminis-
cences, If not the whole matter. AL
though I had thought of writing one
more installment in which I would
make mention. of matters relating to
the men who went to the the Mexican
war in 1857 as members Of Capt. j.
Foster Marshall's company, and OF
the dual between Ben Lane Posey and
DR.. Warren Lomax, and the particu-
lars leading up to that dual.
The incident which shall relate
occurred shortly after the close Of the
Civil war at the home Of Mr.. Moses
Winstock. There were two other old
gentlemen present one of whom was
my father, William Hill and the other
Mr., Dennis O'Neal, who refuged from
Charleston during the war, came here
bought a lanyard, few miles above
town out of which he made big mon
ey. and was wise enough to invest it
as fast as he made it, in town lots, so
that at the close of the war he own
ed all those stores and offices known
as the O'Neal property, which was
recently sold to parties in Greenwood.
These three old gentlemen were
bosom friends, and the attachment be-
tween Mr.. Winstock and Mr.. O'Neal
was something remarkable in view OF
the fact that one was an 1rishman
and the other Jew. Of course, as
might we'll be expected, they had some
thing to drink and no doubt the three
were in 4 very affectionate mood by
the time they were ready to adjourn.
AS Mr.. O'Neal was bidding Mr..
Winstock good night, he threw his