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Text for Page 015 [01-01-1861]

  x This man�s name was Hall and he was Keeper of an Insane
Asylum at Milledgeville, Georgia.  He had lost an eye, and exhibited
a cicatrice on his cheek, both being effected by a tumbler thrown at him
in a row over a dinner-table.
of perhaps eight and twenty, a Georgian who
had once shot a man in a duel and enjoyed
the repuration of being a �desperate� fellow.x  Very
soon I was in possession of what had occur-
red.     St Clair Morgan, inspired, I suppose
by his wrong-headed, aggressive conceit, had fast-
ened a quarrel on Colt, abusing him as a �Yan-
kee,� charging him with being the Charleston cor-
respondent of the N.Y. Tribune and finally struck
him in the face with his glove, when Colt
pitched into and incontinently gave him a tre-
mendous thrashing, almost in front of the bar
of the hotel, with half a hundred spectators
looking on.   Colt told me, afterwards, that 
his hand was twice on the haft of a murderous-
looking Sicilian knife which he always carried
(he had been in Italy, selling arms to Gari-
baldi) while he had the Tennessean beneath
him; South Carolinian duello etiquette would have
justified him in using it.           The New Yorker
told this story with much excitement, appealing
to the Georgian for corroboration and evidently
momentarily expecting the advent of his recent
insulter, armed.             Presently the Georgian work-
ed himself up into a similar state of feeling
and championship of Colt, and went off to get               
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