The White Rose of MemphisFalkner, William C. (Clark)
General
The White Rose of Memphis
Falkner, William C. (Clark)
Memphis (Tenn.) -- Fiction
when in spite of them I did fall asleep.
“But let me go on with my strange dream. When I had been so
inconsiderate as to flirt my tail against the nose of the high-tempered
frog, I discovered, when it was too late, that I had involved myself in
a serious difficulty; and hoping to escape the consequences, I sought
refuge behind an old rotten log that lay in the edge of the pond. I was
very much alarmed when I saw a large number of frogs collecting round
the one whose nose I had so imprudently slapped with my tail. A little
timid tadpole swam up close to me, and very meekly informed me that I
was in great danger, as I had insulted the most important frog in the
pond. I was very much disturbed by this information, and was preparing
an apology to be sent when I received a message from the insulted frog.
To the best of my recollection it was, in substance, as follows:
“‘General Frog presents his compliments to Colonel Tadpole, and begs to
say that while bathing in his own precinct a gross insult was offered
him by Colonel Tadpole, who wantonly flirted his tail in General Frog’s
face. General Frog, therefore, has the honor to request Colonel Tadpole
to designate a time and place when and where such satisfaction can be
had as is recognized by the code. General Frog designates the bearer of
this message as his friend, who is authorized to arrange preliminaries.’
“I am free to confess that I was completely paralyzed with fear when I
received this message, and would have made an honorable apology, but the
bearer refused to listen to reason. He demanded blood, and swore that if
I refused to fight I was a dead Tadpole certain. I was about to faint
from sheer cowardice when a bold young Tadpole whispered in my ear:
“‘Put on a bold front,’ said he; ‘General Frog is a humbug and a bully.
Accept his challenge, make him fight with sticks six inches long and a
half inch in diameter; let the sticks be sharpened at one end. A frog
always has his mouth open, and you can run your stick down his throat
and kill him while he is trying to get a fair lick at your head.’
“I acted on this advice, and being the challenged party, had the right
to choose the weapon. Quite a commotion was caused when it became known
that a duel was to be fought between General Frog and Colonel Tadpole.
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