Lower Chichester Township.

the places assigned them, placed his left foot against the stone, before mentioned, so as to stand firmly, the right leg advanced slightly towards his antagonist, the weight of the body being supported mainly by the left leg. The pistols - ordinary dueling-pistols - having been loaded, Dr. Carr, Marshall's second, then desired that the articles of agreement which were to govern the encounter should be read by Maj. Morell. One of the clauses stipulated that the friends of the duelists on the ground should be searched. Col. Webb's second and friends insisted that under the terms of the agreement Marshall should himself be searched. Thereupon Dr. Carr walked over to where Col. Webb stood, and received from him his watch, which was worn on the left side of his vest, in a fob-pocket, with a slight gold chain extending across the right breast. Col. Webb, as he took these trinkets from his person, did not move from the position in which he had been placed by his friends. Maj. Morell remained standing at the place when he had read the agreement, and Marshall, noticing this, approached him, and requested the major to search him. This the latter persistingly declined to do, whereupon Marshall produced a small pocket-comb and several other trifling articles, stating that they were all he had in his pockets. He then returned to his place.

Maj. Morell, in a clear, distinct voice, inquired, "Gentlemen, are you ready?"

"I am," responded Col. Webb.

"No, I am not," replied Mr. Marshall. And for a moment he paused, while every person gazed earnestly and wonderingly at him. He looked fixedly and searchingly at Col. Webb for a minute or two, then unfastening his cloak, and slowly lifting his hat from his head, he tossed both articles of apparel from him without having apparently altered his position in the least.

"Now, sir," he said, "I am ready."

During this peculiar proceeding on the part of his antagonist Col. Webb preserved the utmost coolness and self possession.

Maj. Morell glanced hastily at the combatants, and then in full, audible tones exclaimed, "Fire! One - two - three!"

Just before the word "one" the pistols were discharged, and so simultaneous were the reports that for a moment it was believed that Col. Webb had not fired his weapon at all. The ball from his pistol, however, had fallen in a direct line, and entered the ground almost at the feet of Marshall, while the latter's ball struck the earth ten feet in front, and about three feet to the right of where Col. Webb stood.

Marshall then raising his pistol in the air above his head, cried, "Another shot."

A parley was thereupon had between the seconds, who consulted with their principals, and it was determined that another fire should be exchanged. The pistols were accordingly loaded once more and placed in the hands of the two men who stood facing each other, without having changed position from that in which the first fire had been had.

Again the word was given, and again the pistols were discharged.

At the word "Fire!" both men brought their weapons to a level, and before the word "two" was spoken, as at the first discharge, the reports mingled together. The ball from Col. Webb's pistol passed in close proximity to the person of Marshall, but he escaped without a scratch. Col. Webb for a moment after the firing kept his position, apparently unhurt, then he faltered on the left foot. Maj. Morell, his second, believing that his principal was unharmed, was looking in the direction of Marshall, when Dr. Carr suddenly exclaimed, -

"Sir, your friend is falling. Why don't you catch him?"

Dr. Carr, as soon as he noticed that Col. Webb was staggering, had called thus to Maj. Morell, but without waiting for a response he sprang towards and caught Col. Webb in his arms and gently laid him on the grass, supporting his shoulders. Dr. Tucker, the wounded man's surgeon, came forward and examined the injury. The ball had entered the left leg just below the knee, on the back part of the inside, and had passed out on the outside of the leg. After the wound had been examined Dr. Carr returned to Marshall, when the latter inquired where Col. Webb had been hit. The doctor stated that he was wounded below the knee.

"What!" exclaimed Marshall, "hit in the knee! It is the damnedest lowest act of my life! We must exchange another shot. That man has injured me more than any other being on earth. If he can stand I expect and demand that we shall exchange another fire."

Dr. Carr immediately walked over to Maj. Morell and told him that Marshall desired a third shot. The major quickly responded that it would depend upon Col. Webb's condition, and Dr. Tucker would decide as to that. The wound by this time was bleeding profusely. Maj. Morell, addressing himself to Dr. Tucker, said, -

"Dr. Carr informs me that Mr. Marshall insists on a third shot if Col. Webb can possibly stand. The demand strikes me as unwarrantable, as Col. Webb's wound, it seems to me, will put him at most serious disadvantage; but I desire that you, doctor, shall decide this matter."

Quite a number of the bystanders by this time had gathered around the seconds, and listened anxiously to the conversation.

"Col. Webb's wound might, of course, have been more dangerous," replied Dr. Tucker. "As it is, it may be serious, for my examination has not yet been sufficiently thorough to determine whether any of the nerves or muscles have been permanently injured. It fortunately now appears to be only a flesh wound. Under any circumstances, however, it is impossible