AN ASSAULT-AT-ARMS. 
(rreen, told him he was here in unlawful possession, 
that he was sorry to interfere, but he was acting 
under stringent instructions from his superiors, and 
that he (Mr. Green) must pack up and depart, and 
take all his coolies with him, or, and he significantly 
pointed to his regiment in siege of the house, he 
would be under the necessity of forcibly ejecting him. 
Mr. Green, with the utmost politeness, requested the 
head of the besieging force to step in, and have — a 
glass of brandy and watek The general of the as- 
sailing force stepped in, but would neither sit down 
nor ‘Giquor up”; he seemed restless and impatient, 
casting glances at the lines, where the coolies seemed 
making preparations with long sticks also. Mr, Green 
stated that he was here under instructions from his 
employer, that he could not give up or evacuate the 
estate without communicating with him, and asked 
for an hour’s truce, a cessation of all hostile intent, 
which, aftei* some demurring, was granted, and the 
besieging force, instead of standing round the bun- 
galow, sat down on ‘‘their hunkers.” In the mean- 
time Mr. Green despatched a cooly in hot haste for 
his employer. The hour’s truce was about elapsed, 
the besieging general looked at his watch, and said 
time was up. Mr. Green was meditating wliether it 
would be his duty to capitulate gracefully or submit 
to be forcibly bundled out, when a white hat was 
seen in the distance making frantic leaps and tum- 
]>les over logs and rocks, and a gentleman rushed 
breathless into the bungalow, addressing the invader, 
“What is the meaning of all this?” Tiie meaning 
was soon explained. The immediate reply was, “Mr. 
Green, is your gun loaded?’ 
“Yes,” says Mr. Green, “both guns are loaded 
with ball, as I was out last evening after elk and 
did not get a shot.” 
“Bring them here.” “Now,” says the employer, 
“the first cooly that enters this bungalow to take 
possession I will shoot him dead, and his blood be 
on your head” (addressing the invarling chief); “in 
fact I am not quite sure that the proper course 
would not be to commence by putting a ball through 
your own brain,” and as he spoke the hammer of 
the gun gave a very significant dich. Have any of 
our readers ever had a practical experience of this 
dick^. A cold hard eye fixed upon yours, not a quiver 
or movement of a single feature, no ultimatum pro- 
posed, not “ Yes” or “No.” but “Yes” or click, click ! 
Whatever the invader may have felt, be kept and 
iippeared to be perfectly calm.' 
“I am acting under instructions,” says he, “but I 
