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| Yankee pedlars abounded in those days, as
they do now; and il SO happened that one Of
them had located himself in the same tavern
with our valiant hero from Scotland. In the
course Of conversation, the major Observed


{" The Yankees are all cowards"


"That's false" cried the pedlar.


All eyes were turned upon the last speaker.
He was informed Of the courage and perform
ances of the major, and advised TO retract his
words; but all to no purpose. He persisted in
his assertion; and the consequence was chal-
lenge to fight duel the next morning, which
was instantly accepted by our Yankee, on con-
dtion that the battle should be fought with
out seconds.


Matters being thus agreed upon, the major
repaired TO the ground the next morning at
the time appointed, where he found the Yam
kee walking too and fro with shouldered
rife. On the majors appearance, with pair
of hair trigger pistols, the Yankee presented
his rife, and said,


"Lay down your arms, darn your skin, or
I'll blow your brains OUT"


"That is downright MURDER" says the ma
jor, "no man of honor would require any such
thing"


Now" says Jonathan, "rl deal fair with
you; I'll have the pistols, and you shall have
the rifle"


The major gladly made the exchange, and
seizing the weapon, cooked it, and aiming at
the breast of his antagonist, exclaimed,


"Deliver, or l will blow you through"


elbow and be hanged" says the Yankee.


The major snapped the piece, butt was
not loaded. He became SO mortified from the
circumstance, that he left the service.