I hope the North will get whipped, and I know she will." "Fred, you are a traitor to your country!" "No, I'm not!" "Yes, you are; and if I had my way, I'd ride you on a rail out of town." "No, you wouldn't." "Yes, I would.

I always thought you were a decent fellow; but you are a dirty, low-lived traitor." "Better be careful what you say, Tom Somers!" retorted the young secessionist, angrily.
"A fellow that won't stand by his country ain't fit to live.

You are an out-and-out traitor." "Don't call me that again, Tom Somers," replied Fred, doubling up his fist.
"I say you are a traitor." "Take that, then." Tom did take it, and it was a pretty hard blow on the side of his head.
Perhaps it was fortunate for our young patriot that an opportunity was thus afforded him to evaporate some of his enthusiasm in the cause of his country, for there is no knowing what might have been the consequence if it had remained longer pent up in his soul.

Of course, he struck back; and a contest, on a small scale, between the loyalty of the North and the treason of the South commenced.

How long it might have continued, or what might have been the result, cannot now be considered; for the approach of a chaise interrupted the battle, and the forces of secession were reenforced by a full-grown man.
The gentleman stepped out of his chaise with his whip in his hand, and proceeded to lay it about the legs and body of the representative of the Union side.