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Globe, Volume II, Issue 171, 23 December 1874, Page 3

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PISTOL PJRAGTICE IN* WASHOE. \ I<'••/>»!■ the Virginia, City Enterprise.] Recently, at a saloon on the Divide, some men were discussing the shooting affray which occurred during the morning between flic two brothers-in-law Mailman and. Ward. It was agreed on all hands that it was shocking bad shouting - a discredit to Washoe. At last a Pioche man bantered a Comstuck man, whom he knew to be a. good shot with a pistol, to go out in the back yard with him and do some .shooting, just to show the "boys" how it should be done. In the saloon was a box of eggs, and what the Piocher proposed was that each shoot two eggs off the bare head of the other at the distance of ten paces, the one missing to treat the crowd. The Comstocker was bound not to be bluffed by a man from the other end of the State, so to the back yard all hands adjourned. Each man used his own six-shooter. The Comstocker first "busted" his egg on the top of the Piocher's head, which exploit was loudly applauded by all present. It was then the Piocher's turn to shoot, and an egg was produced to be placed upon the head of the Comstocker ; but when he removed his hat there was a great laugh, for the top of his head was as smooth as a billiard ball. For fully ten minutes all hands tried in vain to make an egg stand on his head. It could'nt be done. The Piocher then taunted the Comstocker with having gone into the arrangement, knowing that he was safe. The latter told him to set up his egg and it was all right—he was there. The Piocher went into the saloon and a moment after came out with a small handful of flour, which he dabbed upon the bald head of the Comstocker and then triumphantly planted in it his egg, fell back ten steps, and then knocked it off. The Comstocker then told him to set up his second egg and shoot at it, as he did'ntwant to have his head chalked twice during the game. This was done, and the wreck of a second egg streamed over the Comstocker's pate. The Piocher now stood out with his last egg on his head. The Comstocker raised his pistol and fired. The Piocher bounded a yard into the air, and the egg bounced whole from his head. " I've lost ! " said the Comstocker. " Let all come up and drink. By a slip I've put half the width of my bullet through the top of his left car ! " and so it proved upon measurement.