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Show 186 WESTERN WILDS. gregation turned in to help, when Abraham's clerks run in to back their boss, and in less time'n I tell it in they was six or eight on a side, fightin' across toward the Court- house, and leavin' a red trail as they went. It was jist beautiful to see ' em peel ; we don't have any such fun in Utah. " But it happened the stranger with the wood was a Mason, and he had some friends down at Chew's, an' in three minutes after he got away from Bob he had ' em out in line, and along with ' em old Chew drunk on his own whisky for a wonder brandishin' a green ax helve, and swearin' by the great horn spoon of the Ancient Scottish Rites that he could whip any Morgan man in Union Flats or sixty miles round. He'd jest got the words outen his mouth when one of the Batavy New Yorkers sez he, ( I don't take that from no Morgan killer/ and fetched ole Chew one that drapped him. Then they did have it beautiful. I reckon they was about twenty- five Masons in town, and they lit on the Yorker and " HAI. FTHETOWNTOOKASHYATHIM." ^ frfc^ and druy -^ fa^ -^ j^ ler's store, when they forted and held their own, and they daresn't an anti- mason show hisself. " But ' twant for long. In jist no time they come up heavy, and with ' em the folks that was down on the Chewses, and the women egged on the men, and in fourteen minutes they went through the Chewses and their party like alkali water through a Johnny raw from the States. They might a got it stopped then, but old Colonel Darby galloped into town ( his wife was one of the Virginny Mason family), and he yells out, ' It's all on account of the infernal abolishnists; they'd out to be druv outer the town,' and that gave the thing a new turn. The new meetin' folks joined in with their preacher, and all the Darbys yelled to go for the abolishnists, and the last man in town was in it in three minutes. Old ' Squire Hooker, the head abolition man, run outen his house like mad, yellin' for freedom or death, and it looked like half the town took a shy at him. The dornicks and brick flew like distraction, and one as big as my fist went through the winder and into the parlor, where it hit Maria Hooker square in the bosom, and broke two of Bob Carter's fingers, that was payin' his at-tentions to her. The constable rushed in and was jammed through the jeweler's window, the preacher was knocked clear out o' all like- |
