Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature: An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891. Vol. V: Literature of the Republic, Part II., 18211834
The Rough-and-Tumble Fight
By Augustus Baldwin Longstreet (17901870)
[Born in Augusta, Ga., 1790. Died at Oxford, Miss., 1870. Georgia Scenes, etc., in the First Half Century of the Republic. 1840.]
AT this moment something was seen to rush out of the store as if ten thousand hornets were stinging it; crying, Take carelet me godont hold mewheres Bob Durham? It was Ransy Sniffle, who had been listening in breathless delight to all that had passed.
Dont talk to me! said Ransy. Bob Durham, youd better go long yonder, and take care of your wife . Dod etarnally darn my soul, if any man was to talk to my wife as Bill Stallions is talking to yours, if I wouldnt drive blue blazes through him in less than no time.
They both stepped out, and began to strip very deliberately, each battalion gathering round its champion, except Ransy, who kept himself busy in a most honest endeavor to hear and see all that transpired in both groups at the same time. He ran from one to the other in quick succession; peeped here and listened there; talked to this one, then to that one, and then to himself; squatted under ones legs and anothers arms; and, in the short interval between stripping and stepping into the ring, managed to get himself trod on by half of both battalions. But Ransy was not the only one interested upon this occasion; the most intense interest prevailed everywhere. Many were the conjectures, doubts, oaths, and imprecations uttered while the parties were preparing for the combat. All the knowing ones were consulted as to the issue, and they all agreed, to a man, in one of two opinions: either that Bob would flog Billy, or Billy would flog Bob. We must be permitted, however, to dwell for a moment upon the opinion of Squire Thomas Loggins; a man who, it was said, had never failed to predict the issue of a fight in all his life. Indeed, so unerring had he always proved in this regard, that it would have been counted the most obstinate infidelity to doubt for a moment after he had delivered himself. Squire Loggins was a man who said but little, but that little was always delivered with the most imposing solemnity of look and cadence. He always wore the aspect of profound thought, and you could not look at him without coming to the conclusion that he was elaborating truth from its most intricate combinations.
The question immediately drew an anxious group around the squire. He raised his teeth slowly from the head of his walking-cane, on which they had been resting; pressed his lips closely and thoughtfully together; threw down his eyebrows, dropped his chin, raised his eyes to an angle of twenty-three degrees, paused about half a minute, and replied, Sammy, watch Robert Durham close in the beginning of the fight; take care of William Stallions in the middle of it; and see who has the wind at the end. As he uttered the last member of the sentence, he looked slyly at Bobs friends, and winked very significantly; whereupon they rushed, with one accord, to tell Bob what Uncle Tommy had said. As they retired, the squire turned to Billys friends, and said, with a smile, Them boys think I mean that Bob will whip.
Here the other party kindled into joy, and hastened to inform Billy how Bobs friends had deceived themselves as to Uncle Tommys opinion. In the mean time the principals and seconds were busily employed in preparing themselves for the combat. The plan of attack and defence, the manner of improving the various turns of the conflict, the best mode of saving wind, etc., etc., were all discussed and settled. At length Billy announced himself ready, and his crowd were seen moving to the centre of the Court-house Square; he and his five seconds in the rear. At the same time, Bobs party moved to the same point, and in the same order. The ring was now formed, and for a moment the silence of death reigned through both battalions. It was soon interrupted, however, by the cry of Clear the way! from Billys seconds; when the ring opened in the centre of the upper battalion (for the order of march had arranged the centre of the two battalions on opposite sides of the circle), and Billy stepped into the ring from the east, followed by his friends. He was stripped to the trousers, and exhibited an arm, breast, and shoulders of the most tremendous portent. His step was firm, daring, and martial; and as he bore his fine form a little in advance of his friends, an involuntary burst of triumph broke from his side of the ring; and, at the same moment, an uncontrollable thrill of awe ran along the whole curve of the lower battalion.
These and many other like expressions, interspersed thickly with oaths of the most modern coinage, were coming from all points of the upper battalion, while Bob was adjusting the girth of his pantaloons, which walking had discovered not to be exactly right. It was just fixed to his mind, his foes becoming a little noisy, and his friends a little uneasy at his delay, when Billy called out, with a smile of some meaning, Wheres the bully of the lower battalion? Im getting tired of waiting.
Here he is, said Bob, lighting, as it seemed, from the clouds into the ring, for he had actually bounded clear of the head of Ransy Sniffle into the circle. His descent was quite as imposing as Billys entry, and excited the same feelings, but in opposite bosoms.
Why, said one of his seconds (all having just entered), we were girting him up, about a hundred yards out yonder, when he heard Billy ask for the bully; and he fetched a leap over the Court-house, and went out of sight; but I told them to come on, theyd find him here.
At the word, Bob dashed at his antagonist at full speed; and Bill squared himself to receive him with one of his most fatal blows. Making his calculation from Bobs velocity, of the time when he would come within striking distance, he let drive with tremendous force. But Bobs onset was obviously planned to avoid this blow; for, contrary to all expectations, he stopped short just out of arms reach, and, before Billy could recover his balance, Bob had him all under-hold. The next second, sure enough, found Billys head where his feet ought to be. How it was done no one could tell; but, as if by supernatural power, both Billys feet were thrown full half his own height in the air, and he came down with a force that seemed to shake the earth. As he struck the ground, commingled shouts, screams, and yells burst from the lower battalion, loud enough to be heard for miles. Hurrah, my little hornet! Save him! Feed him! Give him the Durham physic till his stomach turns! Billy was no sooner down than Bob was on him, and lending him awful blows about the face and breast. Billy made two efforts to rise by main strength, but failed. Lord bless you, man, dont try to get up! Lay still and take it! you bleege to have it!
Billy now turned his face suddenly to the ground, and rose upon his hands and knees. Bob jerked up both his hands and threw him on his face. He again recovered his late position, of which Bob endeavored to deprive him as before; but, missing one arm, he failed, and Billy rose. But he had scarcely resumed his feet before they flew up as before, and he came again to the ground. No fight, gentlemen! cried Bobs friends; the man cant stand up! Bouncing feet are bad things to fight in. His fall, however, was this time comparatively light; for, having thrown his right arm round Bobs neck, he carried his head down with him. This grasp, which was obstinately maintained, prevented Bob from getting on him, and they lay head to head, seeming, for a time, to do nothing. Presently they rose, as if by mutual consent; and, as they rose, a shout burst from both battalions. Oh, my lark! cried the east, has he foxed you? Do you begin to feel him! Hes only beginning to fight; he aint got warm yet.
Look yonder! cried the west; didnt I tell you so! He hit the ground so hard it jarred his nose off. Now aint he a pretty man as he stands? He shall have my sister Sal just for his pretty looks. I want to get in the breed of them sort o men, to drive ugly out of my kinfolks.
Bill presented a hideous spectacle. About a third of his nose, at the lower extremity, was bitten off, and his face so swelled and bruised that it was difficult to discover in it anything of the human visage, much more the fine features which he carried into the ring.
They were up only long enough for me to make the foregoing discoveries, when down they went again, precisely as before. They no sooner touched the ground than Bill relinquished his hold upon Bobs neck. In this he seemed to all to have forfeited the only advantage which put him upon an equality with his adversary. But the movement was soon explained. Bill wanted this arm for other purposes than defence; and he had made arrangements whereby he knew that he could make it answer these purposes; for, when they rose again, he had the middle finger of Bobs left hand in his mouth. He was now secure from Bobs annoying trips; and he began to lend his adversary tremendous blows, every one of which was hailed by a shout from his friends. Bullets! Hoss-kicking! Thunder! Thatll do for his face; now feel his short ribs, Billy!
I now considered the contest settled. I deemed it impossible for any human being to withstand for five seconds the loss of blood which issued from Bobs ear, cheek, nose, and finger, accompanied with such blows as he was receiving. Still he maintained the conflict, and gave blow for blow with considerable effect. But the blows of each became slower and weaker after the first three or four; and it became obvious that Bill wanted the room which Bobs finger occupied for breathing. He would therefore, probably, in a short time, have let it go, had not Bob anticipated his politeness by jerking away his hand, and making him a present of the finger. He now seized Bill again, and brought him to his knees, but he recovered. He again brought him to his knees, and he again recovered. A third effort, however, brought him down, and Bob on top of him. These efforts seemed to exhaust the little remaining strength of both; and they lay, Bill undermost and Bob across his breast, motionless, and panting for breath. After a short pause, Bob gathered his hand full of dirt and sand, and was in the act of grinding it in his adversarys eyes, when Bill cried ENOUGH! Language cannot describe the scene that followed; the shouts, oaths, frantic gestures, taunts, replies, and little fights, and therefore I shall not attempt it. The champions were borne off by their seconds and washed; when many a bleeding wound and ugly bruise was discovered on each which no eye had seen before.
Many had gathered round Bob, and were in various ways congratulating and applauding him, when a voice from the centre of the circle cried out, Boys, hush and listen to me! It proceeded from Squire Loggins, who had made his way to Bobs side, and had gathered his face up into one of its most flattering and intelligible expressions. All were obedient to the squires command. Gentlemen, continued he, with a most knowing smile, isSammyReynoldinthiscompanyofgentlemen?
Sammy, said the squire, winking to the company, and drawing the head of his cane to his mouth with an arch smile as he closed, Iwishyouto tellCousinBobbyandthesegentlemen here presentwhatyourUncleTommysaidbeforethefightbegan?
Oh! get away, Uncle Tom, said Sam, smiling (the squire winked), you dont know nothing about fighting. (The squire winked again.) All you know about it is how itll begin, how itll go on, how itll end; thats all. Cousin Bob, when you going to fight again, just go to the old man, and let him tell you all about it. If he cant, dont ask nobody else nothing about it, I tell you.
Durham and Stallions kept their beds for several weeks, and did not meet again for two months. When they met, Billy stepped up to Bob and offered his hand, saying, Bobby, youve licked me a fair fight; but you wouldnt have done it if I hadnt been in the wrong. I oughtnt to have treated your wife as I did; and I felt so through the whole fight; and it sort o cowed me.
Well, Billy, said Bob, lets be friends. Once in the fight, when you had my finger in your mouth, and was peeling me in the face and breast, I was going to halloo; but I thought of Betsy, and knew the house would be too hot for me if I got whipped when fighting for her, after always whipping when I fought for myself.
Now thats what I always love to see, said a by-stander. Its true I brought about the fight, but I wouldnt have done it if it hadnt o been on account of Miss (Mrs.) Durham. But dod etarnally darn my soul, if I ever could stand by and see any woman put upon, much less Miss Durham. If Bobby hadnt been there, Id o took it up myself, be darned if I wouldnt, even if Id o got whipped for it. But were all friends now. The reader need hardly be told that this was Ransy Sniffle.