“I will not fight him,” he said. “I know nothing of this dueling business.”
“You must,” his friend protested. “No gentleman can refuse a challenge.”
“I’m not a gentleman,” Humble retorted. “I’m only a blacksmith.”
HUMBLE considered the matter for a day or two and then sent this reply to Marigny:
“I accept your challenge, and in the exercise of my privilege, I stipulate that the duel shall take place in Lake Pontchartrain in six feet of water, sledge-hammers to be used as weapons.”
SINCE Marigny was less than five feet and eight inches tall and so slight that he could scarcely lift a sledge-hammer, this was giving Humble an equal chance with a vengeance. The Creole’s friends urged him to stand on a box and run the risk of having his skull cracked by the huge blacksmith’s hammer, but Marigny declared that it was impossible for him to fight a man with such a sense of humor. Instead he apologized to Humble, and the two became firm friends.
From Great American folklore : legends, tales, ballads, and superstitions from all across America / compiled by Kemp P. Battle ; illustrated by John M. Battle. Garden City, N.Y. : Doubleday, c1986. Pg. 121, 122.
Provided by Jim Paw-Paw Wilson