This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1883 edition. Excerpt: ...two, three--Fire " The handsome young editor of the Dispatch put me at ease at once by his quiet and graceful way of bidding me welcome to Richmond. But the other man absorbed all my attention instantly. Desperate? Tall, gaunt, bony and bloodthirsty? Why, God bless your soul, he is the sleekest, sleepiest, best-fed, fattest, best-natured looking editor in the United States. His blue eyes are mild as a child's. He looks and acts in fact like a great big green boy just out of school. And intellectually, he looks as if, like myself, he had never been quite able to enter into familiar relations with the multiplication table, or even any high degree of mental arithmetic. Permit me to say here, by way of parenthesis, so that my friends in California may not be uneasy on my account, that before this sketch is published I shall be on my way either to London or San Francisco. Well, after the ordinary salutations we sat down and, ordered cigars. No; they would not smoke, these young fire-eaters. "I never smoke but one cigar a day and that is at night," calmly said the editor of the Dispatch, as he toyed with his cane and glasses. Then I had brandy brought up, as I had been taught to believe that these bloody duelhsts and Southerners lived on brandy when they could not get blood to drink. No; they would not drink at nf hiS enei 'greenuSCh00lb0ywh0 had stretched so many strode" than bee he TMTM drank anything stronger tnan beer, and only a rla-c.L, the Cose of the day. ZT EEL see just then any good opportunity to wedge in an inquiry directly about duels, as the conversations led over the ordinary routes of congratulation and inquiry as to the various features of the South, and so felt a bit disappointed. But when they...