"A reckless Mexican was parading the street the other night carrying in his hand a monkey wrench. It was dark, and Mr. Daniel Boggs, a leading citizen of Wolfville, who met him, mistaking the wrench for a pistol which the Mexican was carrying for some vile purpose, very properly shot him. Mexicans are far too careless this way.
"The O. K. Restauraw is one of the few superior hostelries of the Territory. Mrs. Rucker, its charming proprietress, is a cook who might outrival even that celebrated chef, now dead, M. Soyer. Her pies are poems, her bread an epic, and her beans a dream, Mrs.
Rucker has cooked her way to every heart, and her famed establishment is justly regarded as the bright particular gem in Wolfville"s munic.i.p.al crown.
"It is not needed for us to remind our readers that Wolfville possesses in the person of that celebrated pract.i.tioner of medicine, Mr. Cadwallader Peets, M. D., a scientist whose fame is world-wide and whose renown has reached to furthest lands. Doctor Ports has beautifully mounted the skull of that horse-stealing ign.o.bility, Bear Creel. Stanton, who recently suffered the punishment due his many crimes at the hands of our local vigilance committee, a tribunal which under the discerning leadership of President Enright, never fails in the administration of justice. Doctor Peets will be glad to exhibit this memento mori to all who care to call. Doctor Peets, who is eminent as a phrenologist, avers that said skull is remarkable for its thickness, and that its conformation points to the possession by Bear Creek, while he wore it, of the most powerful natural inclinations to crime. From these discoveries of Doctor Peets, the committee which suspended this felon to the windmill is to be congratulated on acting just in time. It seems plain from the contour of this skull that it would not have been long, had not the committee intervened, before Bear Creek would have added murder to horse larceny, and to-day the town might be mourning the death of a valued citizen instead of felicitating itself over the taking-off of a villain whose very b.u.mps indict and convict him with every fair and enlightened intelligence that is brought to their contemplation.
"Our respected friend and subscriber, Mr. David Tutt, and his beautiful and accomplished lady, Mrs. David Tutt, nee Tucson Jennie, have returned from their stay in Silver City. Last night in honor of their coming, and to see their friends, this amiable and popular pair gave an At Home. There was every form of refreshment, and joy and merriment was unconfined. Miss Faro Dell was admittedly the belle of this festive occasion, and Diana would have envied her as, radiant and happy, she led the grand march leaning on the arm of Mr.
Cherokee Hall. By request of Mr. Daniel Boggs, the "Lariat Polka"
was added to the programme of dances, as was also the "Pocatello Reel" at the instance of Mr. Texas Thompson. As the ball progressed, and at the particular desire of those present, Mr. Boggs and Mr.
Thompson entertained the company with that difficult and intricate dance known as the "Mountain Lion Mazourka," accompanying their efforts with spirited vocalisms meant to imitate the defiant screams of a panther on its native hills. These cries, as well as the dance itself, were highly realistic, and Messrs. B. and T. were made the recipients of many compliments. Mr. and Mrs. Tutt are to be congratulated on the success of the function; to fully describe its many excellent features would exhaust encomium.
"Which we reads the foregoin" with onmixed pleasure, an" thar ain"t a gent but who"s plumb convinced that a newspaper, that a-way, is the bulwark of civilizations an" corner-stone of American inst.i.tootions, which it"s allowed to be by the voices of them ages.
""This yere imprint, the Coyote," says Jack Moore, "is a howlin"
triumph, an" any gent disposed can go an" make a swell bet on it with every certainty of a-killin". Also, I remembers yereafter about them bullets."
"Meanwhile, like I states prior, Red Dog has its editor, who whirls loose a paper which he calls the Stingin" Lizard. The Red Dog sheet ain"t a marker to Colonel Sterett"s Coyote, an" it"s the yooniversal idee in Wolfville, after ca"mly comparin" the two papers, that Colonel Sterett as a editor can simply back that Red Dog person plumb off the ground.
"It ain"t no time before Colonel Sterett an" the Red Dog editor takes to cirklin" for trouble, an" the frightful names they applies to each other in their respectif journals, an" the accoosations an"
them epithets they hurls, would sh.o.r.e curdle the blood of a grizzly b"ar.
"An" as if to complicate the sityooation for that onhappy sport who"s gettin" out the Red Dog Stingin" Lizard, he begins to have trouble local. Thar"s a chuck-shop at Red Dog--it"s a plumb low j"int; I never knows it to have any grub better than beans, salt pig an" airtights,--which is called the Abe Lincoln House, an" is kept by a party named Pete Bland. Which this yere Bland also owns a goat, the same bein" a gift of a Mexican who"s got in the hole to Bland an" squar"s accounts that a-way.
"This goat is jest a simple-minded, every-day, common kind of a goat; but he"s mighty thorough in his way, allers on the hustle, an"
if he ever overlooks a play, no one don"t know it. One day, when the Red Dog editor is printin" off his papers, up comes the goat, an"
diskyardin" of the tin-can which he"s chewin", he begins debauchin"
of himse"f with this yere edition of the Stingin" Lizard. It"s mighty soon when the editor discovers it an" lays for the goat permiscus; he goes to chunkin" of him up a whole lot. The goat"s game an" declar"s himse"f, an" thar starts a altercation with the editor an" the goat, of which thar"s no tellin" the wind-up, an"
which ends only when this yere Bland cuts in, an" the goat"s drug Borne. The paper is stopped an" the editor puts in this:
"Our presses are stopped to-day to say that if the weak-minded person who maintains the large, black goat which infests our streets, does not kill the beast, we will. To-day, while engaged in working off our mammoth edition out back of our building, the thievish creature approached unnoticed and consumed seventeen copies of the Stingin" Lizard.
"Which this yere Bland gets incensed at this, an" puts it up the editor can"t eat with him no more. But better counsel smooths it over, an" at last this Bland forgives the editor, an" all is forgot.
The goat, however, never does; an" he stamps his foot an" prowls "round for a fracas every tine him an" that editor meets.
"All this yere time Colonel Sterett an" this same Red Dog editor maintains them hostilities. The way they lams loose at each other in their papers is a terror. I allers reckons Colonel Sterett gets a heap the best of this yere mane-chewin"; we-all so regards it, an"
so does he, an" he keeps his end up with great sperit an" voylence.
"These yore ink-riots don"t go on more"n two months, however, when Colonel Sterett decides that the o"casion calls for somethin" more explicit. As he says, "Patience ceases to be trumps," an" so he saddles up a whole lot an" rides over to Red Dog, personal. Colonel Sterett don"t impart them plans of his to no one; he simply descends on his foe, sole an" alone, like that game an" chivalrous gent of bell letters which he sh.o.r.ely is; an", son, Colonel Sterett makes a example of that slander-mongerin" Red Dog editor.
"It"s about the last drink time in the mornin", an" a pa.s.sel of them Red Dog sports is convened in front of the Tub of Blood s"loon, when they-all hears a crash an" looks up, an" thar"s their editor a- soarin" out of his second-story window. Of course, in a second or so, he hits the ground, an" them Red Dog folks goes over to get the rights of this yere phenomenon. He ain"t hurt so but what he gets up an" limps "round, an" he tells "em it"s the Wolfville editor does it. Next time the Stingin" Lizard comes out, we reads about it:
"The gasconading reptile who is responsible for the slimy life of that prurient sheet, the Coyote, paid us a sneaking visit Sat.u.r.day.
If he had given us notice of his intentions, we would have prepared ourselves and torn his leprous hide from his dehauched and whiskey- poisoned frame, and polluted our fence with it, but he did not. True to his low, currish nature, he crept upon us unawares. Our back was toward him as he entered, perceiving which the cowardly poltroon seized us and threw us through our own window. Having accomplished his fiendish work, the miscreant left, justly fearing our wrath. The Stinging Lizard"s exposure of this scoundrel as a drunkard, embezzler, wife-beater, jail-bird, thief, and general all-round blackleg prompted this outrage. Never mind, the creature will hear from us.
""Which this newspaper business is sh.o.r.ely gettin" some bilious, not to say hectic, a whole lot," says Dan Boggs, as we reads this. "I wonder if these yere folks means fight?"
""Why," says Enright, "I don"t know as they"d fight none if we-all lets "em alone, but I don"t see how we can. This sort of racket goes on for years in the East, but Wolfville can"t stand it. Sech talk as this means blood in Arizona, an" we insists on them traditions that a-way bein" respected. Besides, we owes somethin" to Colonel Sterett."
"So Enright an" Cherokee hunts up our editor an" asks him whatever he aims to do, an" tells him he"s aroused public sentiments to sech heights thar"ll be a pop"lar disapp"intment if he don"t challenge the Red Dog editor an" beef him. Colonel Sterett allows he"s crazy to do it, an" that the Wolfville public can gamble he"ll go the distance. So Cherokee an" Jack Moore puts on their guns an" goes over to Red Dog to fix time an" place. The Red Dog editor says he"s with "em, an" they shakes dice for place, an" Cherokee an" Moore wins.
""Which as evidence of good faith," says Cherokee, "we picks Red Dog. We pulls this thing off on the very scene of the vict"ry of Colonel Sterett when he hurls your editor through his window that time. I holds the same to be a mighty proper scheme."
""You-all needn"t be timid none to come," says the Red Dog sports.
"You gets a squar" deal from a straight deck; you can gamble on that."
""Oh, we ain"t apprehensif none," says Cherokee an" Jack; "you can sh.o.r.ely look for us."
"Well, the day"s come, an" all Wolfville an" Red Dog turns out to see the trouble. Jack Moore an" Cherokee Hall represents for our editor, an" a brace of Red Dog people shows down for the Stingin"
Lizard man. To prevent accidents, Enright an" the Red Dog chief makes every gent but them I names, leave their weepons some"ers else, wherefore thar ain"t a gun in what you-all might call the hands of the pop"laces.
"But thar comes a interruption. Jest as them dooelists gets placed, thar"s a stoopendous commotion, an" char gin" through the crowd comes that abandoned goat. The presence of so many folks seems like it makes him onusual hostile. Without waitin" to catch his breath even, he lays for the Red Dog editor, who, seein" him comin", bangs away with his "45 an" misses. The goat hits that author in the tail of his coat, an" over he goes; but he keeps on slammin" away with the "45 jest the same.
"Which nacherally everybody scatters fur cover at the first shot, "cause the editor ain"t carin" where he p"ints, an" in a second n.o.body"s in sight but them two journalists an" that goat. I"ll say right yere, son, Colonel Sterett an" his fellow editor an" the goat wages the awfullest battle which I ever beholds. Which you sh.o.r.ely oughter heard their expressions. Each of "em lets go every load he"s got, but the goat don"t get hit onct.
"When we-all counts twelve shots--six apiece--we goes out an"
subdoos the goat by the power of numbers. Of course, the dooel"s ended. The Red Dog folks borries a wagon an" takes away their man, who"s suffered a heap; an" Peets, he stays over thar an" fusses "round all night savin" of him. The goat"s all right an" goes back to the Abe Lincoln House, where this yere Pete Bland is onreasonable enough to back that shockin conduct of his"n.
"Which it"s the last of the Red Dog Stingin" Lizard. That editor allows he won"t stay, an" Bland, still adherin" to his goat, allows he won"t feed him none if he does. The next issue of the Stingin"
Lizard contains this:
"We bid adieu to Red Dog. We will hereafter publish a paper in Tucson; and if we have been weak and mendacious enough to speak in favor of a party of the name of Bland, who misconducts a low beanery which insults an honourable man by stealing his name--we refer to that feed-trough called the Abe Lincoln House--we will correct ourselves in its columns. This person harbours a vile goat, for whose death we will pay 5, and give besides a life-long subscription to our new paper. Last week this mad animal made an unprovoked a.s.sault upon us and a professional brother, and beat, b.u.t.ted, wounded, bruised and ill- treated us until we suffer in our whole person. We give notice as we depart, that under no circ.u.mstances will we return until this goat is extinct.
"Followin" the onexpected an" thrillin" finish of Colonel Sterett"s dooel with the Red Dog editor, an" from which Colonel Sterett emerges onscathed, an" leavin" Peets with his new patient, we all returns in a body to Wolfville. After refreshments in the Red Light, Enright gives his views.
""Ondoubted," observes Enright, "our gent, Colonel Sterett, conducts himse"f in them painful scenes between him an" the goat an" that Red Dog editor in a manner to command respects, an" he returns with honors from them perils. Ther"s no more to be done. The affair closes without a stain on the "scutcheon of Wolfville, or the fair fame of Colonel Sterett; which last may continyoo to promulgate his valyooable paper, sh.o.r.e of our confidence an" upheld by our esteem.
It is not inc.u.mbent on him to further pursoo this affair.
His name an" honor is satisfied; besides, no gent can afford the recognitions and privileges of the dooello to a party who"s sunk so low as to have hostile differences with a goat, an" who persists publicly in followin"em to bitter an voylent concloosions. This Red Dog editor"s done put himself outside the pale of any high-sperited gent"s consideration by them actions, an" can claim no further notice. Gents, in the name of Wolfville, I tenders congrat"lations to Colonel Sterett on the way in which he meets the dangers of his p"sition, an" the sooperb fashion!!! which he places before us one of the greatest journals of our times. Gents, we drinks to Colonel William Greene Sterett an" the Coyote.""
CHAPTER VII.
Cherokee Hall Plays Poker.
"Nacherally I"m not much of a sport," remarked the Old Cattleman, as he laid down a paper which told a Monte Carlo story of a fortune lost and won. "Which I"m not remorseless enough to be a cleanstrain gambler. Of course, a kyard sharp can make benevolences an" lavish dust on the needy on the side, but when it gets to a game for money, he can"t afford no ruthfulness that a-way, tryin" not to hurt the sore people. He must play his system through, an" with no more conscience than cows, no matter who"s run down in the stampede. "For which causes, bein" plumb tender an" sympathetic, I"m sh.o.r.e no good with kyards; an" whenever I dallies tharwith, it is onder the head of amoos.e.m.e.nts. "Do I regyard gamblin" as immoral? No; I don"t reckon none now I do. This bein" what you--all church sharps calls moral is somewhat a matter of health, an" likewise the way you feels. Sick folks usual is a heap more moral than when their health"s that excellent it"s tantalizin". "Speakin" of morals, I recalls people who would scorn kyards, but who"d admire to buy a widow"s steers for four dollars an" saw "em off ag"in for forty.
They"d take four hundred dollars if some party, locoed to a degree which permits said outrage, would turn up. The right or wrong, what you calls the morality of gatherin" steers for four dollars an"
plunderin" people with "em at forty dollars, wouldn"t bother "em a bit. Which the question with these yere wolves is simply: "How little can I pay an" how much can I get?" An" yet, as I says, sech parties mighty likely holds themse"fs moral to a degree which is mountainous, an" wouldn"t take a twist at faro-bank, or pick up a poker hand, more"n they"d mingle with t"rant"lers an" stingin"
lizards. An" some of their moral sports is so onlib"ral! I tells you, son, I"ve met up with "em who"s that stingy that if they owned a lake, they wouldn"t give a duck a drink.
""Gamblin" is immoral that a-way," says these yere sports.
"An" yet I don"t see no sech heinous difference between searchin" a gent for his roll with steers at forty dollars--the same standin"
you in four--an" layin for him by raisin" the ante for the limit before the draw. Mighty likely thar"s a reason why one"s moral an"
the other"s black an" bad, but I admits...o...b..ushin"ly that the onearthin" tharof is sh.o.r.e too many for dim-eyed folks like me. They strikes me a heap sim"lar; only the kyard sharp goes out ag"inst chances which the steer sharp escapes complete.