Blathersville wants a Nicholson pavement--it wants a jail and a poorhouse more.The idea of a pavement in a one-horse town composed of two gin-mills, a blacksmith shop, and that mustard-plaster of a newspaper, the Daily Hurrah! The crawling insect, Buckner, who edits the Hurrah, is braying about his business with his customary imbecility, and imagining that he is talking sense.
"Now that is the way to write--peppery and to the point.Mush-and-milk journalism gives me the fan-tods."About this time a brick came through the window with a splintering crash, and gave me a considerable of a jolt in the back.I moved out of range --I began to feel in the way.
The chief said, "That was the Colonel, likely.I've been expecting him for two days.He will be up now right away."He was correct.The Colonel appeared in the door a moment afterward with a dragoon revolver in his hand.
He said, "Sir, have I the honor of addressing the poltroon who edits this mangy sheet?""You have.Be seated, sir.Be careful of the chair, one of its legs is gone.I believe I have the honor of addressing the putrid liar, Colonel Blatherskite Tecumseh?""Right, Sir.I have a little account to settle with you.If you are at leisure we will begin.""I have an article on the 'Encouraging Progress of Moral and Intellectual Development in America' to finish, but there is no hurry.Begin."Both pistols rang out their fierce clamor at the same instant.The chief lost a lock of his hair, and the Colonel's bullet ended its career in the fleshy part of my thigh.The Colonel's left shoulder was clipped a little.They fired again.Both missed their men this time, but I got my share, a shot in the arm.At the third fire both gentlemen were wounded slightly, and I had a knuckle chipped.I then said, I believed I would go out and take a walk, as this was a private matter, and I had a delicacy about participating in it further.But both gentlemen begged me to keep my seat, and assured me that I was not in the way.
They then talked about the elections and the crops while they reloaded, and I fell to tying up my wounds.But presently they opened fire again with animation, and every shot took effect--but it is proper to remark that five out of the six fell to my share.The sixth one mortally wounded the Colonel, who remarked, with fine humor, that he would have to say good morning now, as he had business uptown.He then inquired the way to the undertaker's and left.
The chief turned to me and said, "I am expecting company to dinner, and shall have to get ready.It will be a favor to me if you will read proof and attend to the customers."I winced a little at the idea of attending to the customers, but I was too bewildered by the fusillade that was still ringing in my ears to think of anything to say.