Macon Intelligencer

A Singular Duel.—The Richmond Whig announcing the death of Col. F. B. Poyall, of Powhattan county, Va., furnishes a very interesting account of a duel that was fought some years since between that gentleman and Col. W. S. Archer of the same State.

The terms were pistols at ten paces. The first fire was ineffectual and Col. Archer proposed, in order to make quicker work of it, that both parties should have the privilege of advancing at the next fire, within what distance and time they pleased; Col. Poyall agreed.

The word was given and the latter fired without leaving his place, hitting Col. Archer's hat, and through it the comb with which his hair was fastened. Archer advanced until his pistol touched his antagonist's breast, exclaiming, Sir, your life is in my hands—make acknowledgments, or I'll blow you through in an instant.

"I'll make no acknowledgments," answered the undaunted Poyall, and exposing his bare bosom to the instrument of death, taunted Col. Archer to fire, in terms that indicated his unyielding firmness of soul.

"I will not kill so brave a man," was the reply of the latter as he fired in the air. Col. Poyall apologized, now that the means of the intimidation were removed; they both shed tears; shook hands and proved the sincerity of the reconciliation by continuing ever after the best friends.