He proposed the weapons to be pistols, and the distance, ten paces; to which M'Carter objected, because he said, "the General was a dead shot with the pistol, while he hardly knew how to use one." Then it was left to M'Carter to choose the mode of warfare.

He proposed muskets and ten paces distance.

This was agreed upon, and finally the morning arrived for the conflict, and people began to assemble in great numbers to witness this murderous scene.
The belligerent parties unflinchingly took their place, each with his loaded musket at his shoulder, and gazing in each other's face, with feelings of the most bitter hatred, while their eyes flashed vengeance.
Oh! what a state of mind was this in which to meet inevitable death?
How could intelligent men, or gentlemen, if you please so to term them, look placidly on such a horrid scene?
Was there no heart of humanity to interfere and arrest the murderous designs of these madmen?
Alas, no! The slaveholder's "code of honor" must be acknowledged, though it outrage the laws of God and his country.
Dr.Bruno asks, "Gentlemen, are you ready ?" and the duelists take their deadly aim at each other.

The signal to fire is given, and both weapons are discharged, and when the smoke had cleared away, what a spectacle was there presented to the duelist and spectator?
Gen.

Mason, a husband, a father, a statesman, and a kind friend, lies bleeding, and gasping for breath.