a mock duel came off between a tailor and a barber, the latter only being cognizant of the joke. The details are too childish for record.
At Music hall in Virginia, Nevada, on the 9 th of March, 1865, a difficulty arose between Boss Fouke and Charles Safford, well known in the sporting circles of that vicinity. Fouke drew a wea,pon. Safford said he was not armed; and besides, that was no way for gentlemen to fight. If Fouke would name a time and place, Safford would meet and remain with him as long as he should desire his company. Fouke acquiesced; and the next morning an agreement was drawn up in writing, and signed by both, to meet that day at five o'clock at Long valley, and with navy six-shooters, at ten paces, to fire at the word, and then to advance at pleasure, and to continue firing until all the chambers should be discharged if one of them was not disabled in the meantime. Accordingly they met, about 150 persons being present. Each had two seconds; Finnegan and Louis La Page acting for Safford, and Dr Colombo and Jack McNabb for Fouke. The combatants were stationed, the weapons placed in their hands, and the word given. Fouke was struck at the first fire; but swerving to the right with his head bent downward he continued to shoot. Safford advanced two paces in a direct line keeping up the fire. Every shot on both sides was expended but there was no hit after the first fire, which sent a ball through the fleshy part of Fouke's breast making a bloody but not dangerous wound. The men became reconciled, then each desired that the other might live, and shaking hands they returned to their homes.
Two friends, a book-keeper and a lawyer, living in Virginia, Nevada, in 1865, fell in love with the same female and quarrelled. The woman favored the book-keeper. At a party the two men came to blows and pistol shots. Next day the lawyer challenged the book-keeper to fight, but the latter declined. Toward evening the two men met on the street. The
