Knoxville Daily Chronicle

A Fighting North Carolina Editor.

The chief fighting editor of the South at this time, now that the members of the fraternity in Memphis have rather slacked up in the business, is Mr. Josiah Turner, of the Raleigh (N. C.) Register. He is a gentleman of rare and exquisite pugnacity, and a street rencontre with a political enemy is more precious to him than gold—yea, than much fine gold. And for the convenience of the future historian he names his fights as the commanders of armies name the battles which they win or lose. His last terrific conflict, which he styles, "Our Morgan-street fight," in contradistinction to his fights which have occurred in other streets of the city, was with a no less distinguished foe than Gen. Clingman. In his graphic editorial description of the stern struggle, he says:

"About the fourth or fifth blow our stick broke into three pieces. We then closed and threw the General a dog-fall, as the boys say in wrestling. When we got to our feet the General was on his knees, and we had his feet between our legs." Col. Turner—we call him Col. Turner, for if he isn't a Colonel he is the only white man down that way that isn't—is one of the few fighting editors of the many who flourished, fought and fell before the flood—that is to say, before it is fully demonstrated by the wiser and better journalists of the land that there is really no absolute necessity for ending every newspaper controversy with a street-fight. And if he will take a proper look at the thing he will convert his stick into kindling wood and resolve to let us have peace.—Courier Journal.