The Wit and Humor of America Volume X Part 17

LAWYER.--"What do you mean by such language as that? When you say that the plaintiff suddenly approached the defendant, who was silent at the time, and 'busted him in the snoot,' do you mean that the plaintiff struck the defendant?"

WITNESS.--"That's me--I'm swearing to that very circ.u.mstance--yes, your Honor, that was just the way of it. Now, for instance, as if you was Jones and I was Smith. Well, I comes up all of a sudden and says I to your Honor, says I, 'D--n your old tripe--'"

(Suppressed laughter in the lobbies.)

THE COURT.--"Order in the court! Witness, you will confine yourself to a plain statement of the facts in this case, and refrain from the embellishments of metaphor and allegory as far as possible."

WITNESS.--(Considerably subdued.)--"I beg your Honor's pardon--I didn't mean to be so brash. Well, Smith comes up to Jones all of a sudden and mashed him in the bugle--"

LAWYER.--"Stop! Witness, this kind of language will not do. I will ask you a plain question, and I require you to answer it simply, yes or no.

Did--the--plaintiff--strike--the defendant? Did he strike him?"

WITNESS.--"You bet your sweet life he did. Gad! he gave him a paster in the trumpet--"

LAWYER.--"Take the witness! take the witness! take the witness! I have no further use for him."

The lawyer on the other side said he would endeavor to worry along without more a.s.sistance from Mr. Sowerby, and the witness retired to a neighboring bench.

Mr. McWilliamson was next called, and deposed as follows:

"I was a-standing as close to Mr. Smith as I am to this pulpit, a-chaffing with one of the lager beer girls--Sophronia by name, being from summers in Germany, so she says, but as to that, I--"

LAWYER.--"Well, now, never mind the nativity of the lager beer girl, but state, as concisely as possible, what you know of the a.s.sault and battery."

WITNESS.--"Certainly--certainly. Well, German or no German,--which I'll take my oath I don't believe she is, being of a red-headed disposition, with long, bony fingers, and no more hankering after Limberger cheese than--"

LAWYER.--"Stop that driveling nonsense and stick to the a.s.sault and battery. Go on with your story."

WITNESS.--"Well, sir, she--that is, Jones--he sidled up and drawed his revolver and tried to shoot the top of Smith's head off, and Smith run, and Sophronia she walloped herself down in the saw-dust and screamed twice, just as loud as she could yell. I never see a poor creature in such distress--and then she sung out: 'O, H--ll's fire! What are they up to now? Ah, my poor dear mother, I shall never see you more!'--saying which, she jerked another yell and fainted away as dead as a wax figger.

Thinks I to myself, I'll be danged if this ain't gettin' rather dusty, and I'll--"

THE COURT.--"We have no desire to know what you thought; we only wish to know what you saw. Are you sure Mr. Jones endeavored to shoot the top of Mr. Smith's head off?"

WITNESS.--"Yes, your Honor."

THE COURT.--"How many times did he shoot?"

WITNESS.--"Well, sir, I couldn't say exactly as to the number--but I should think--well, say seven or eight times--as many as that, anyway."

THE COURT.--"Be careful now, and remember you are under oath. What kind of a pistol was it?"

WITNESS.--"It was a Durringer, your Honor."

THE COURT.--"A derringer! You must not trifle here, sir. A derringer only shoots once--how then could Jones have fired seven or eight times?"

(The witness is evidently as stunned by that last proposition as if a brick had struck him.)

WITNESS.--"Well, your Honor--he--that is, she--Jones, I mean--Soph--"

THE COURT.--"Are you sure he fired more than one shot? Are you sure he fired at all?"

WITNESS.--"I--I well, perhaps he didn't--and--and your Honor may be right. But you see, that girl, with her dratted yowling--altogether, it might be that he did only shoot once."

LAWYER.--"And about his attempting to shoot the top of Smith's head off--didn't he aim at his body, or his legs? Come now."

WITNESS.--(Entirely confused)--"Yes, sir--I think he did--I--I'm pretty certain of it. Yes, sir, he must a fired at his legs."

(Nothing was elicited on the cross-examination, except that the weapon used by Mr. Jones was a bowie knife instead of a derringer, and that he made a number of desperate attempts to scalp the plaintiff instead of trying to shoot him. It also came out that Sophronia, of doubtful nativity, did not faint, and was not present during the affray, she having been discharged from her situation on the previous evening.)

Was.h.i.+ngton Billings, sworn, said: "I see the row, and it warn't in no saloon--it was in the street. Both of 'em was drunk, and one was a comin' up the street, and t'other was a goin' down. Both of 'em was close to the houses when they fust see each other, and both of 'em made their calculations to miss each other, but the second time they tacked across the pavement--driftin'-like, diagonal--they come together, down by curb--al-mighty soggy, they did--which staggered 'em a moment, and then, over they went, into the gutter. Smith was up fust, and he made a dive for a cobble and fell on Jones; Jones dug out and made a dive for a cobble, and slipped his hold and jammed his head into Smith's stomach.

They each done that over again, twice more, just the same way. After that, neither of 'em could get up any more, and so they just laid there in the slush and clawed mud and cussed each other."

(On the cross-examination, the witness could not say whether the parties continued the fight afterward in the saloon or not--he only knew they began it in the gutter, and to the best of his knowledge and belief they were too drunk to get into a saloon, and too drunk to stay in it after they got there if there were any orifice about it that they could fall out again. As to weapons, he saw none used except the cobble-stones, and to the best of his knowledge and belief they missed fire every time while he was present.)

Jeremiah Driscoll came forward, was sworn, and testified as follows:--"I saw the fight, your Honor, and it wasn't in a saloon, nor in the street, nor in a hotel, nor in--"

THE COURT.--"Was it in the city and county of San Francisco!"

WITNESS.--"Yes, your Honor, I--I think it was."

THE COURT.--"Well, then, go on."

WITNESS.--"It was up in the Square. Jones meets Smith, and they both go at it--that is, blackguarding each other. One called the other a thief, and the other said he was a liar, and then they got to swearing backwards and forwards pretty generally, as you might say, and finally one struck the other over the head with a cane, and then they closed and fell, and after that they made such a dust and the gravel flew so thick that I couldn't rightly tell which was getting the best of it. When it cleared away, one of them was after the other with a pine bench, and the other was prospecting for rocks, and--"

LAWYER.--"There, there, there--that will do--that--will--do! How in the world is any one to make head or tail out of such a string of nonsense as that? Who struck the first blow?"

WITNESS.--"I can not rightly say, sir, but I think--"

LAWYER.--"You think!--don't you know?"

WITNESS.--"No, sir, it was all so sudden, and--"

LAWYER.--"Well, then, state, if you can, who struck the last."

WITNESS.--"I can't, sir, because--"

LAWYER.--"Because what?"

WITNESS.--"Because, sir, you see toward the last they clinched and went down, and got to kicking up the gravel again, and--"

LAWYER.--(Resignedly)--"Take the witness--take the witness."

(The testimony on the cross-examination went to show that during the fight, one of the parties drew a slung-shot and c.o.c.ked it, but to the best of the witness' knowledge and belief, he did not fire; and at the same time, the other discharged a hand-grenade at his antagonist, which missed him and did no damage, except blowing up a bonnet store on the other side of the street, and creating a momentary diversion among the milliners.) He could not say, however, which drew the slung-shot or which threw the grenade. (It was generally remarked by those in the court room, that the evidence of the witness was obscure and unsatisfactory. Upon questioning him further, and confronting him with the parties to the case before the court, it transpired that the faces of Jones and Smith were unknown to him, and that he had been talking about an entirely different fight all the time.)

Other witnesses were examined, some of whom swore that Smith was the aggressor, and others that Jones began the row; some said they fought with their fists, others that they fought with knives, others tomahawks, others revolvers, others clubs, others axes, others beer mugs and chairs, and others swore there had been no fight at all. However, fight or no fight, the testimony was straightforward and uniform on one point, at any rate, and that was, that the fuss was about two dollars and forty cents, which one party owed the other, but after all, it was impossible to find out which was the debtor and which the creditor.

After the witnesses had all been heard, his Honor, Judge Sheperd, observed that the evidence in this case resembled, in a great many points, the evidence before him in some thirty-five cases every day, on an average. He then said he would continue the case, to afford the parties an opportunity of procuring more testimony.

(I have been keeping an eye on the Police Court for the last few days.

Two friends of mine had business there, on account of a.s.sault and battery concerning Washoe stocks, and I felt interested, of course.) I never knew their names were James Johnson and John Ward, though, until I heard them answer to them in that court. When James Johnson was called, one of these young men said to the other: "That's you, my boy." "No,"