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Reminscences of early Michigan History 1800's
He placed his hand upon the handle of his tomahawk, drew his knife, and repeated the demand more fiercely than at first, and was met by another refusal as defiant as his last demand. He then sprang for me (I standing beside the door) with uplifted tomahawk and knife, aiming a blow at me which, if I had not warded it off, would doubtless have proved fatal. With my hickory cane, and keen eye on his movements, I took him on the side of his head and felled him to the floor, and being about to repeat the blow, the discomfited hero begged for mercy. Getting up, after recovering from the stunning effects of the blow, I ordered him to leave the store, which he did and sat down in front of it in apparently deep thought, his head in his hands and blood flowing from his nose and mouth.
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