The Stark Munro Letters: Being series of twelve letters written by J. Stark Munro, M.B., to his friend and former fellow-student, Herbert Swanborough, of Lowell, Massachusetts, during the years 1881-1884Doyle, Arthur Conan
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The Stark Munro Letters: Being series of twelve letters written by J. Stark Munro, M.B., to his friend and former fellow-student, Herbert Swanborough, of Lowell, Massachusetts, during the years 1881-1884
Doyle, Arthur Conan
Epistolary fiction
Cullingworth told me before I started that Birchespool was a lively
place. For the next few minutes it struck me as the liveliest I had ever
seen. The fellow was a round hand hitter, but so strong that he needed
watching. A round blow is, as you know, more dangerous than a straight
one if it gets home; for the angle of the jaw, the ear, and the
temple, are the three weakest points which you present. However, I took
particular care that my man did not get home; but, on the other hand, I
fear that I did not do him much harm either. He bored in with his
head down; and I, like a fool, broke my knuckles over the top of his
impenetrable skull. Of course, theoretically I should either have
stepped back and tried an undercut, or else taken him into chancery; but
I must confess to feeling flurried and rattled from the blow I had
had, as well as from the suddenness of the whole affair. However, I was
cooling down, and I daresay should in time have done something rational,
when the affray came to a sudden and unexpected end.
This was from the impatience and excitement of the crowd. The folk
behind, wishing to see all that was going on, pushed against those in
front, until half-a-dozen of the foremost (with, I think, a woman among
them) were flung right up against us. One of these, a rough, sailor-like
fellow in a jersey, got wedged between us; and my antagonist, in his
blind rage, got one of his swinging blows home upon this new-comer’s
ear. “What, you----!” yelled the sailor; and in an instant he had taken
over the whole contract, and was at it hammer and tongs with my beauty.
I grabbed my stick, which had fallen among the crowd, and backed my way
out, rather dishevelled, but very glad to get off so cheaply. From the
shouting which I could hear some time after I reached the door of my
lodgings, I gathered that a good battle was still raging.
You see, it was the merest piece of luck in the world that my first
appearance in Birchespool was not in the dock of the police-court. I
should have had no one to answer for me, if I had been arrested, and
should have been put quite on a level with my adversary. I daresay you
think I made a great fool of myself, but I should like to know how
I could have acted otherwise. The only thing that I feel now is my
loneliness. What a lucky fellow you are with your wife and child!
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