Journalism in Tennessee part 3


    That ass, Blossom, of the Higginsville Thunderbolt and Battle Cry of Freedom, is down here again sponging at the Van Buren.

    We observe that the besotted blackguard of the Mud Spring Morning Howl is giving out, with his usual propensity for lying, that Van Werter is not elected. The heaven-born mission of journalism is to disseminate truth; to eradicate error; to educate, refine and elevate the tone of public morals and manners, and make all men more gentle, more virtuous, more charitable, and in all ways better, and holier, and happier; and yet this black-hearted scoundrel degrades his great office persistently to the dissemination of falsehood, calumny, vituperation, and vulgarity.

    Idea of a pavement

    Blathersville wants a Nicholson pavement—it wants a jail and a poor- house more. The idea of a pavement in a one-horse town composed of two gin-mills, a blacksmith`s shop, and that mustard-plaster of a news-paper, the Daily Hurrah! The crawling insect, Buckner, who edits the Hurrah, is braying about this business with his customary imbecility, and imagining that he is talking sense.

    “Now that is the way to write—peppery and to the point. Mush-and- milk journalism gives me the fan-tods.”

    About this time a brick came through the window with a splintering crash, and gave me a considerable of a jolt in the back. I moved out of range—I began to feel in the way.

    The chief said, “That was the Colonel, likely. I`ve been expecting him for two days. He will be up, now, right away.”

    He was correct. The Colonel appeared in the door a moment afterward with a dragoon revolver in his hand. 

    He said, “Sir, have I the honor of addressing the poltroon who edits this mangy sheet?”

    “You have. Be seated, sir. Be careful of the chair, one of its legs is gone. I believe I have the honor of addressing the putrid liar, Col. Blatherskite Tecumseh?”

    “Right, sir. I have a little account to settle with you. If you are at leisure we will begin.”

    “I have an article on the `Encouraging Progress of Moral and Intellectual Development in America,` to finish, but there is no hurry. Begin.”
    Both pistols rang out their fierce clamor at the same instant. The chief lost a lock of his hair, and the Colonel`s bullet ended its career in the fleshy part of my thigh.

    The Colonel`s left shoulder was clipped a little. They fired again. Both missed their men this time, but I got my share, a shot in the arm. At the third fire both gentlemen were wounded slightly, and I had a knuckle chipped. I then said I believed I would go out and take a walk, as this was a private matter, and I had a delicacy about participating in it further. But both gentlemen begged me to keep my seat, ana assured me that I was not in the way.

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