They started to take steamboat just above No.

10; but the Watsons got wind of it; and they arrived just as the two young Darnells was walking up the companion-way with their wives on their arms.

The fight begun then, and they never got no further--both of them killed.

After that, old Darnell got into trouble with the man that run the ferry, and the ferry-man got the worst of it--and died.

But his friends shot old Darnell through and through--filled him full of bullets, and ended him.' The country gentleman who told me these things had been reared in ease and comfort, was a man of good parts, and was college bred.