A TERRIFIC TUSSLE.
TEE OKJSATEST KVBNT IV mZ HISTOEV OF 1 BONANZA. CITY. From the Virginia (Nevada) Chronicle and Missouri Democrat. The greatest event which has taken place in the Bonanza City since the town was bom was thi fight on Saturday last between a scorpion and a tarantula. An bye witness of the affair, and art enthusiastic admirer of such important contests, gave the following'description of the great struggle to a “ Chronicle’’ reporter yesterday ; ’ “ I’ve read a good many fights since I struck this section of the country, but yesterday’s lay out was the boss. For fun and excitement it'equalled, in my opinion, the big prize fight down the canyon that Tom Daily took a hand in years ago. The ring was broken up, and every feller with a six-shooter pulled and turned loose on everything in sight. “ We put the two varmints into a wash 1 howl, and when they both slid down to the b-.ttom they had a fight and no mistake. There was a little flat place in the bottom of the bowl where they could stand about four inches apart. Well, as soon as they were put in they stepped back a few paces and began to pipe each other off! The tarantula, seeing the scorpion, just reared upon its hind legs, and shook h’s fist at him with all his hair on end. Now there is more of the solid quintessence of kill in a tarantula to this Square eighth of of an inch than in anything else on earth, and when I saw the critter rear up and give the scorp the difference. Ha d five S2O pieces on him, and a tall fellow covered ’em in a minute. I knowed I had that money dead. The scorp didn’t seem like he wanted any of the pie at first, but after a sneU of thinking, he sorter shook himself out and got
?-f-y, ’ .-thing we ; a-,..- - , - - -'he ’tula plain into tK s. i . - -e r-;a begin. Ihe -»o 0 i jraWe.i h:ni v-- tie hide of the :i ‘ ' -;n i : -t .: •uvm': he las-bead righi- oif. His , WnS g.nt.g to T -aid—csime out of teeth— tooth is j - - j his mouth for a quarter o) an m. , grated Uk.o;a .bqzz-aaw, and I began to fe°f sorry for the !»thor- leller t!\ o. I. had bet with. I wouldn't been in that scorp s taptk fortlte Siena Nevada Mine. All of s< sudden, however, 1 the scorp: braced himself, and whack-!, went his tail into the .’tola.: oI tell you*-, the spider let go too quick, And went tumblin’ across the bowl like a mule had kicked him. I thought ’he was gone, but you bet he was on deck quick enough, and; he camp to the scratch .'again with blood in his eye. Then came I the big bout of ■ the whole business ; both jof *em sparred - around a spell for an I opening. ,The spider was workin’ his left •;nasty : fdi* r> n biff‘ at the scurp’s ear, but ! whferieyer he let loose the other threw up IMs 1 claW-and Countered on his stomach, I just’like - HaWinan arid Lynn for all the i world. The Spider-saw there were.no : chances for him in a stand-up fight and so he' in tough and tumble. It would make your blood run cold to see the way them fellows chawed and clawed each other for five minutes, and tho crow.i round the bowl clean crazy with excite- - mont. 1 threw up another hundred on the spider, for I could see he had the durndest grip on the scorp that ever was. Why, he had his head in chancery in nine places, and about sixteen grapevine looks on his legs. They wrestled all styles ever heard of—Cornish, Lancashire, GriecoRmnan, and collar-and-elbow. It was a regular tournament rolled into one. _ The ’tula had the grip he had been huntin’ for some time. All of a sudden, just as I ; was reachin’ down in my pocket for another lOOdols. to plank up on the spider, the scorp switched his tail round and crammed it right into the spider’s belly about a quarter of an inch, held it there awhile, and then began to turn :t round like he was boring a diamond drill into a quartz ledge. The spider got pale round the gills, and -looked like he wanted a doctor, and I quietly let that lOOdols. slide hack where it belonged. Then the ■ spider let go fourteen under-holds, and -laid down like he wanted a rest. He rested for about a minute or so, like a little piece of wool shriveled up, and the scorp strutted round like a drum-major on a dress par-ado. The bets were ten to one on the scorp, and no takers. All of a sudden up jumps the spider and goes for him again. It appeared to me like the beast had only just made up his mind tp fight, and the way he went for the scorp was like a thousand o’ bricks - tumblin’ onto a child. When I saw him get down fairly to work I bet the third hundred and felt somehow like when he heard me chink the coin it would give him a little moral backin’. _ You could hear the scorp-shell crack like a school boy chawin’ peanuts at a church fair. The spider had it all bis own way for a spell and was gettin’ his work in fine when the frisky scorp hunted up the same hole his, tail was in before and got it there again. He’d; been licked in another minute if he hadn’t, but that saved his bacon, and the spider gritted his teeth a few. times and keeled over and died. This don’t shake my faith in tarantulas, however. I’ve got a two-once spider that I’ll . match agin any scorpion in Stony country next January for LSOO a-side.” , Hero the man produced a bu« showed a tarantula that looked as if it. would be able to whip a bull dog. When he left he assured the reporter, confidentally, that betting on the spider was “a dead aure thing.”
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A TERRIFIC TUSSLE., Ashburton Guardian, Volume I, Issue 39, 25 December 1879
A TERRIFIC TUSSLE. Ashburton Guardian, Volume I, Issue 39, 25 December 1879
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