Swansea and Glamorgan Herald, and South Wales Free Press. — 1866-04-07 (Swansea, West Glamorgan, Wales)

SHOOTING FIGHT" IN AMERICA AND ITS CONSEQUENCES. An nterican duel, or shooting fight, of a moat shocking and la at character, recently came • if at a hotel in Carson (Its, Nevada. arising out of Rome old dispute between the parties immediately concerned in the state Senate One of the witne•ses examined la fore toe coroner gave the following description of the murderous affair:— Barnhart walked around and behind my chair and placed Inc band on a chair near Mr. Peasly, and said to Mr. Peasly, " Why didn't yon light me last year at the Glenbrook House?" Peasly hesitated a moment, anti then said "I don't know ; are you alwais on the fight?" Barnhart, assuinins an motet poeition, said "Yes," at he name time drawing his revolver and levelling it at the head of Peasly, who moved his head on one side very quickly and exclaimed, "Vito don't want to murder me. do you ?" Barnhart appeared t d am his pistol back towards himnelf and than pointed it at ['easily again and fired. The instant he tired. Peanly arose from his chair and advanced towards Barnhart, when Barnhart fired again. leanly clamped his arm across his beast, s ag,ereil a little, and then sprung towards Barnhart, hut fell on his knees, at the same time taking hold of Barnhart, who ntruck him on the head with bin pistol 1114/ fast eiaasible ; Peaalv then rose to his feet, throwing I self against Barnhart, forcing him into a small room lehind ; Nasty was apparently knocked down just ue..n e the door of the little room. I then saw him M., to his feet in the door, Barnhart having ito arm Mout l'emnly'n neck, striking him with what Anpposeil no he bill sixadnoter. Peasly then exclaimed, "Don't let him murder me. What are you doing?" or something of that kind. John C. Lewis then spiting toward them, and I think took the handle of the pistol from Barnhart ; I at, void up to them, tiny still hying clinched, and said to Barnhart, •' Ini ht, will do--you h• ye nitot him. through." Peasly at en is time staggered back from Barnhart into the barown, when Barnhart said, "Don't let Pessly shoot me,' tit the same time stooping and picking up the harrei ot hie pistol. Ito k hold 14 the bar el and he let nt of it. At thin time, or at the time Mr. Lewis and I took hold of the parties, James Mormit also took I hold t.l Barnhart. As I retired to the counter, ex! peet nin to see Peaely fall, Pemly exclaimed, "My am shot through and thritugh," and inetently . ten, . hurried himself up, and drew his revolver. lie then made a movement toward Barnhart, who wea topping book tate the door of the room  _ I re:et-Fell to, and fired his at Barnhart, who was tnett in the room. Petotly sprang toWbaNIA the door, thrust the muzzle of the pistol hrough the docr, and again tired. He then forced the door open. stepped inside, and fired a third shot. I then walked quickly away from the room in search of Mayor Jones, and several other g mtlemen. I found them at the Sazarac, and told them hurriedly what had happened, and they and myself returned to the Ormsby House, where I saw Privily lying on the floor. Some one said he Wag breathing. I then went into the card-room, where I maw Barnhart lying on the floor gasping. I returned to Peaely ad opened his hut. While I was doMe no he seemed t- revive. He took me by the hand, drew me toward him, put his lips to my ear and whispered. "Take a horse and go for my brother Andy." I immediately started for Virginia, and obeyed his request. On my return this morning I saw him a cor. se.