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Donald McBane: swordsman, soldier, Scotsman, gambler, pimp & author of The Expert Swordman’s Companion: Or the True Art of Self-Defence, With an Account of the Author’s Life, and his Transactions during the Wars with France.

At 23 he left his apprenticeship as a tobacco spinner for the army and adventure. After a few years another soldier started appropriating McBane’s pay whereupon McBane challenged him for redress. After an initial rout where his broadsword wielding opponent knocked McBane’s sword from his hand, beat him and pawned his sword, McBane took additional lessons on the smallsword versus the broadsword. Next time McBane skewered him through and kept studying until he was his master’s top student.

More battles, injuries, and duels over trifles continued. McBane continied studying the swordin Dublin under a French master. Laster in Belgium he was forced to fight and win 24 bouts with the locale’s establishd master’s to teach in peace.

Soon enough McBane discovered some of his fellow swordsmen were sidelining in prositution and gambling and he

resolved to have a share of that Gain, or at least to have a fair Tryall for it. I Fought all the four, one by one: the last of them was Left-handed; he and I went to the Rampart where we searched one another for Fire Arms. Finding none, we drew and had two or three clean Turns: at last he put up his Hand and took a Pistol from the Cock of his Hat; he cocked it against his shoulder and presented it to me, upon which I asked Quarters, but he refused, calling me an “English Bouger,” and Fired at me and run for it. One of the balls Went through my Cravat. I thinking I was shot did not Run as I was wont to do, but run as I could after him, crying for the Guard … at last I overtook him…and gave him a thrust in the buttocks …. [I] call’d for his Commerads that same Night, who agreed to give me a Brace of Whoors, and Two Petty Couns a Week. With this and my School I lived very well for that Winter.

Next he participated in the War of Spanish Succession, the first real pan-Euro war. More misadventures and brawls following. At the Battlen of Blenheim on August 13, 1704 McBane was show 4 times, received 5 bayonet wounds and was left for dead on the fiel. At night plundering Dutch (allied) troops clubbed him for his clothes and left him “expecting Death every minute, not only by reason of Wounds, but by reason of the old and the great Thirst that I had, I drank several handfuls of the Dead Mens Blood I lay beside, the more I Drank the worse I was.”

He recovered.
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Don Jose Llulla was the foremost dueling master of New Orleans.

Born in 1815 near Port Mehon on Menorca in Spain’s Balearic he sailed to the Artic and Africa until settling in New Orleans as a bouncer.

The New Orleans of the 1830s-1840s saw an average of a duel a day, sometimes up to ten, to the point where spectators commented that the grass under the Oaks should be stained red.

Many attended salles d’armes to better their chances on those streets of honor and violence and Llulla’s master, L’Alouette soon appointed Llulla as his assistant. Llulla was impeccable with the rapier, saber, broadsword, bowie knife, pistol or rifle, with his friends letting him shoot pipes out of their mouths.

Llulla (who succeeded L’Alouette in the school after publically beat him with wooden Bowie knives) took up a variety of business pursuits – a bar, grocery, slaughterhouses, cattle, real estate, flatboats, a sawmill, etc., until he built a fortune and bough the island of Grand Terre.

He engaged in duel some 20 to 30 times and acted as a second in more than 100 duels and generally met every other challenge perfectly, taking on European fencing masters, to assassins, sailors, mobs, foreign champions, etc., all without defeat. However, by the end of his life, he claimed only two men had died at his hands.

He died of natural causes on March 6, 1888. His grave is in St. Vincent de Paul Cemetery.

Beautiful, valiant, generous and superbly unchaste…
- Cameron Rogers

She was born in 1670, in the gay and vicious France of the ancien regime, and her given name is not known. Her father, Monsieur d’Aubigny, secretary to the Comte d’Armagnae, was a dashing fellow, known to be “as brave as steel” – it was said he feared neither God, man, nor the devil, and was equally adept with cards, women, and the sword.

She was described as tall and athletic, with blue eyes, dark auburn hair, very white skin, and “perfect” breasts, and had a beautiful singing voice. At 14 or 15 she seduced her father’s employer, the count, and through him was introduced to Paris society and the royal court.

Later she ran off with a fencing master, Serranes, whose swordplay was more to her liking. She then became a professional contralto singer at the music academy of Pierre Gaultier.

At the Opera she noticed a pretty blonde and seduced her. When her parents shipped the girl off to a convert, La Maupin joined the convent herself to continue the relationship. After an older nun died, La Maupin set her room on fire and escaped with the girl. A few months later she sent the girl home. For this, the Parliament of Aix published an edict condemning her to be burnt at the stake. This was later commuted by the king, who said he could not see turning someone so talented, lovely and wanton to ashes.

Soon thereafter she had a duel with D’Albert, whom she stabbed through. She took a liking to him however, and they began a long-term, off-and-on relationship.

Next she took up with singer Gabriel-Vincent Thevenard. She debuted in the Paris Opera in 1691 as Pallas Athena in Cadmus et Hermione and was lauded as the most beautiful woman in the company.

La Maupin frequently dressed as a man (to better woo the ladies). While attended a ball at the Palais Royal hosted by the king’s brother, she took it upon herself to kiss and attractive marquise, whereupon the ladies 3 suitors demanded she leave. She agreed, as long as they all faced her on the street outside. She defeated them all easily.

Her affairs next too her to Brussels where she became the pampered mistress of Maximilian Emanuel, the Elector of Bavaria. After a year, he switched his affections to a countess and tried to pay Maupin off with 40,000 francs, which she threw in the count’s face. After travels in Spain, where she worked as a chambermaid, she returned to the Paris Opera in 1698 and was reunited with d’Albert.

There are different versions of the rest of her life. One is that she settled down with d’Albert and lived happily ever after. Another is that d’Albert went to prison for killing a man in a duel, got out and married the Mademoiselle de Montigny, leaving La Maupin to swear off men and enter a convent where she soon (presumably bored) died at 37.

The purpose of fencing is to develop a man with enough self-control so as to make him able to direct his attack with accuracy and avid as much as possible the deadly end. – Jean-Louis Michel

In an age when there were no greater swordsmen on earth than the French, the greatest swordsman in France was an immigrant from Haiti.

When a 11 year old slight boy was offered a chance to resettle in France after Haiti’s 1795 insurrection, Jean-Louis took it and was enlisted in the 32d Regiment.

Sent to the local fencing school, sale d’armes, his devotion to the art (despite his youth and size) led to take his exam for maitre d’armes as the youngest candidate ever, in which he passed with honors.

One of his contemporaries described his style being such that he

omitted everything that was superfluous; the affected salutations, the counter-coups, the capricious pauses, all shocked him and appeared to him unworthy of such a serious art. One admires both his simple, natural, and well-becoming defense, and the development and rapidity of his attack, his sure judgment, his impassibility in the defensive, as also the regularity, even in the most unforeseen circumstances, of all his movements, which followed each other like the rings of a chain.

His most famous fencing feat came on the heels of drunken brawl of soldiers where the 1st Regiment battled the 32d, ending in arrests and injuries. To restore morale a council convened and decided that 15 fencing masters to a side would represent their units and fight duels.
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Oh me or my (& re last post)… why couldn’t somebody just man up and do this?

From 2002

Iraqi Vice President Taha Yassin Ramadan Taha Yasin Ramadan al-Jizrawi Ramadan made the following remarks without giving any outward sign he was joking, although reporters who were present detected a note of irony in his voice.

“Bush wants to attack the whole (of) Iraq, the army and the infrastructure,” Ramadan said.

“The American president should specify a group, and we will specify a group and choose neutral ground, with Kofi Annan as referee, and use one weapon, with a president against a president, a vice president against a vice president, and a minister against a minister in a duel. In this way we are saving the American and the Iraqi people.”

http://www.lewrockwell.com/rockwell/dueling.html
http://archives.cnn.com/2002/WORLD/meast/10/03/iraq.bush.duel/

Back in the day, kings led charges and Alexander the Great was the first over the wall. Our modern commanders’ only sword is their pen and the only blood they risk is strangers’.

Harper’s Weekley, 1863

“There are parts of the United States where a politician must necessarily be prepared to fight duels … a politician who will not fight must stand aside, and cannot command the popular suffrage … Man is a carnivorous and bloody-minded creature. Civilization, even of the purest kind, only half tames him. Many of the best of men have a secret relish for blood, and slaughter, and horrors.
“Political duellists are the prize-fighters of their part of the country … Jones and Smith, of Arkansas, may not like being shot at; but the people of Arkansas – like the rest of us _ relish the excitement of a duel, and this is the price they set on their suffrages … Candidates among them they require to be fighting men.”

Good examples of this spirit are evidenced in the Burr-Hamilton duel where the much maligned Aaron Burr finished off Alexander Hamilton (who is the seed of the AmeriCorporatEmpire), Senator John Randolph and Speaker of the House Henry Clay, and Andrew Jackson’s duel with Charles Dickinson. Jackson may have been in 5 to 100 duels according to historians (a fav trick of Old Hickory to to show up wearing a massive clock, wherein his slender frame was hard to aim at).

Jackson and Dickinson were rival horse breeders and southern plantation owners with a long-standing hatred of each other. Dickinson accused Jackson of reneging on a horse bet, calling Jackson a “coward and an equivocator.” Dickinson also called Rachel Jackson a “bigamist.” (Rachel had married Jackson not knowing her first husband had failed to finalize their divorce.) After the insult to Rachel and a statement published in the National Review in which Dickinson called Jackson “a worthless scoundrel” and, again, a “coward,” Jackson challenged Dickinson to a duel.

On May 30, 1806, Jackson and Dickinson met at Harrison’s Mills on the Red River in Logan, Kentucky. At the first signal from their seconds, Dickinson fired. Jackson received Dickinson’s first bullet in the chest next to his heart. Jackson put his hand over the wound to staunch the flow of blood and stayed standing long enough to fire his gun. Dickinson’s seconds claimed Jackson’s first shot misfired, which would have meant the duel was over, but, in a breach of etiquette, Jackson re-cocked the gun and shot again, this time killing his opponent. Although Jackson recovered, he suffered chronic pain from the wound for the remainder of his life.

OLD
Sir Palomides and Sir Goneyeres entered the field, jousted, and broke their spears. Then they both drew their swords; with his first stroke Sir Palomides knocked his opponent to the ground, and with his second stroke beheaded him. Then Sir Palomides went to supper.

NEW
The challenge gave Alexander K. McClung the right to set terms, and they were odd: From eighty paces apart, each with four pistols and two bowie knives, they would walk toward each other shooting at will. If the last bullet was spent and both were still standing, the bowie knives would finish the matter.

They met in a bushy tract along the Pearl River. At the signal, they started forward, and Allen cried, “Now we’ll see who’s the coward!” and raised his first gun, “Yes, we will,” said McClung, but he kept his own gun down. They were still over a hundred feet apart. Allen, nervous, fired and missed.

“Are you content?” called McClung.
“No!” cried Allen and pulled out his second pistol.
McClung replied, “Then I’ll hit you in the teeth.”

He fired almost casually, they say, but it was an amazing shot, considered an American distance record for a dueling pistol, and exactly in the teeth as he’d promised. The ball imbedded itself in the back of Allen’s neck, and he died as he fell.