A FIGHT FOR SUPREMACDY.

Thames Star, Volume VII, Issue 2090, 15 September 1875, Page 4

A FIGHT FOR SUPREMACDY.

A gentleman residing in this city had occasion ,a'few days since to make a journey, down the river and several miles back from it, using a saddle-horse. Darkness overtook him in- f a. scarcely scttled v district, and as the roads condition iknd the: evening -lobiied threatening, lie halted before a forlorn looking hutj and asked if he could find lodgings. "I recktm ye mought," replied ,the long-haired, sorrowful-eyed sqtiatter, after hesitating for a moment. f The Vicksburger fonnd little to eat, and his horse found still less. The squatter and his wife were, all alone,, and they had but a few words for the stranger, and scarcely spoke to each other. "When the evening grew old the traveller camped down on the floor on a blanket, and being very tired he fell asleep while host and hostess were smoking their black clay pipes at the other end of the room. He had slept atibnt two hours when the squatter shook him by tibet shoulder and said:— ■?/■'.

"Stranger^ I'm powerful! sorry to disturb .ye, butT want to ax a,favor." . 1 "Yes—yes—what is it 1?" inqiiired the Vjcksburger, as he rubbed his eyes and sat up. " "Ye like to see far play, don't ye, stranger ? " ," Yes, of course." "Wall, men the old woman can't agree; s^m^K<ayf-^ah>e)s_ cross and. tetchy, and I guess I'm s^|||iff|Sfcly: Leastwise, we dpn'tr/hugup worth |wo boots. We've fit &ndlit;. I'm old, ana«she's.-ch^^lc ; fulL o' grit, and its about an.'even thing !" -" Well, I'm sorryj*'' put in Vicksburger as the squatter hesitate*!. " We've been a-balkin' since ye cum, Btrangei*7;and^ re*ve saade.up to ask ye to hold the candle and let us 'go in for an old rouser of a fight-^w reg'lar old sockdolager, which shall settle our fuss! If I lick, flhefn-go-f if she licks, I'll travel ! "f-- „ « " if .there's .any, trouble, afid J. hope, yoli -wotfkfiflht.'-\- ■ . . " We've got to do it, strange^" replied the woman. ""J won'tiiT^wiffi a-man who kin 3ick me, >and* heVjust as high-born. Sam's as good as'the run-o' meiCJput he's key and sassy, and wants to wearjhis hat : oaMs ear];"' ' " ' • " fahe's fight, Stranger," said the squatter, "and this cabin can't hold both,of us any longer ! J!t's to be a squar' fight—no kicking or clubbing, and we won't go back on »yer decision !'/ ' The Vicksburger protested, but the woman placed a-lightcd candle in his hand, and posted him in the door, and man and wife stepped.out on the ground. "*\ Suke, I'm going to wa.lop ye right smart in just four hoots and a holler! " said the squatter as he .pushed up, his sleeves. ' ;;: '. ,' - '" "Sam, ye don't weigh"'nuflP into three tons!" she replied in a grim v'die'e, and the battle commenced. > ■-,--■ • The^V'icksburger mentally Vet twenty to one on*the.man at the start, but in two minutes he liad reduced the odds to ten, , and in two minutes more be was betting even. The wife* was like a wild-cat, springing, dodging, striking, and clawing, apd pretty soon her husband had to stand on the defensive.

" li9pkif)u| for the Bengal tiger, Suke !" he ■tfafrnedasrheelawed the air. " I can jwjai^tbe,boots off'n ye, Sam! " she replied^na the^-battle grew fiercer. ■ig.; ,-Gpe/of Jlj!|^:oin^n'9, siiarp fT nails struck eyesknd blinded liim fpr.gn f ife^tant. As he~^^ ti^|tise#fefS-s&e seized both her bands in Ms'hair, yanked him down, and in another moment had the " gouge " on him. ■" Sam, do ye cave ?'' she asked as they lay quiet. : ■ " That's the dead-wood, Sukc, and I'm a licked man !" he mournfully answered. She let him up. and he turned to the Yicksburgcr and inquired: "Stranger, was it a far fought ?" " I guess it was ? " 11 Then I travel!"

He entered the hut, put on his coat and hat, took up his rifle, and as he came out he reached his hand to his wife and said : " Good-bye, Suke! We agreed far and squar', and here Igo ! " Then,. turning, to the traveller, he added : ' Much obleeged, stranger—ye held the candle plumb far, and ye didn't holler for either one of us !" And he walked down to the fence, leaped over, and was soon lost to sight. " Good nuff on shoot," mused the wife as she gazed after him, " but his fighting weight is clar run down to nuthin IV — From the Vicksburg Herald.

Moody and Sankey in Ameijica.— New York, August 14—Moody and Sankey the great revivalists, arrived today from England, in the steamer Spain. A party of gentlemen, including several clergymen,, met them at the wharf. Moody is,accompanied by his wife and two children, and Sankey by his wife and three children. Moody says that they will go. to Northfield, Mass., for the present. Their plans are not made up yet. Their success in England was marvellous. By-and by they will rctnrn to their old church in Chicago, and will mate that the central point of their future work. Their work will be on the gcueral plan as in England. OitTHOGBAPjHCAL.—At a spelling match in Pulaski, Term.,' the word " sachel" was given out. It was spelled by the ex-rebel Gen. Taliaferrp, without a " t," as Webster favours. Whereupon, according to the Pulaski " Citizen, " " the audience laid down and rolled over and laughed, and bleated, and roared, and squealed, and tittered, and hunched each other, and at last subsided so that the pedadogue could be heard. He blandly informed the audience that Mr Taliaferrp had spelled the word • correctly. Then they commenced to look blank at each other, and looked green and foolish, and had the city grins, and you could have heard a pin drop." A seriously inclined but illiterate girl had been so constant and attentive at church that she had the entire service at heart. She always had her prayer-book before her, and much edified the young man to whom she was betrothed by the close attention she bestowed upon it. One Sunday, happening to have forgotten his own manual, he asked permission to look into hers. She readily granted it, but great was his surprise to see the book held the wrong way in her hand. "My dear," said he, "your book is upside dowio." " I know it isl; but that's the way I always read. lam left-handed." ' Love Laughs at Lexicogeaphees.— This is a fact; by way of proof take the following brief epistle from a young lady to her lover: —" Der Jon—eomeatafpastate." ..■..'"