An old woman, standing by our camp, continued to belabor a good-looking young man for hours with her tongue.

Irritated at last, he uttered some words of impatience, when another man sprang at him, exclaiming, "How dare you curse my 'Mama' ?" They caught each other, and a sort of pushing, dragging wrestling-match ensued.

The old woman who had been the cause of the affray wished us to interfere, and the combatants themselves hoped as much; but we, preferring to remain neutral, allowed them to fight it out.

It ended by one falling under the other, both, from their scuffling, being in a state of nudity.

They picked up their clothing and ran off in different directions, each threatening to bring his gun and settle the dispute in mortal combat.