Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1852-08-13
The Explosive Jaeknss.
TRUE STORY.

On beautiful evening in the month of (not June,
butt November, when the soft haze OF the Indian sum-
mer was aZy e3dying over the pralres that lie be'
tween the Attascoso and the San Miguel, twelve OF Us
encamped on strip of timber bordering on the beau.
tu lake, formed by the latter stream, about three
DAYS Journey, little south of west of San Antonio
de Bexar. We had ridden far that day through the
burnt district where waller and provisions were scarce
Therefore, it, reaching the banks OF Inc lake,
though we had YET full two hours of daylight, we dis
mounted. The hunters started out, the horses were
washed, watered and picke,ed, The fires lighted, and
prepared for the most had nearly said the only.
comfortable thing in rangers life-a supper-when
you happen to have one This time were not
doomed TO be disappointed that score for The hun.
tiers returned with much we wanted tor The
next day, and our supper besides. Then commenced
the hustle, SHINING and cutting up game, parchIng
coffee, boiling water, baking flour cakes, sewng,
roasting, laughing, whoopng, choppng, grndng-ln
fine doing every thing that necessary 10 get that
supper ready and make the time pass until II was
ready.
Every thing had closed in. The badly punished
supper had taken itself out OF that Here and there,
Ills true some hunler who had been in great
hurry as the rest, was lazily picking the juicy flesh
from the wreck of what had been noble saddle, but
snch boys those eat as long as there is sup
per or any thing else. One by one the boys wiped
their Knives drew out their pipes stuffed and began
to smoke.
81 say, Jeff. cried one of the rangers, You must
had some strange times down here, afore the Ameri
cans began to settle. I've hearn tell some monsrous
tall stories about them days, and dassay now twas
true ...
WAL" says Jeff. 'r bet you you never heern
on the Western Texas Flying Jackass Artillery yet
did your
What was that Jeff we cried out and all.
"WaI, don't keer if | do tell yer, Tor twas first
rate idear and acted splendid. Yer old man joe
yer all know hm--was right up down bothered with
those pesky yaer bellies, Che Camanches.) riding
into San Antonio and helping themselves 10 what they
wanted, for yer that good spell afore we got
down here with the old Ma or and the greasers they
used to like all wraths if yer lust happened to say
Camanche' alongside O. them. Wal, old Joe had been
trYin long time 10 up these greasers to the
sticking pint, to make em tight the yaler bellies, but
'twarnt no 90. They'd talk, swear and threaten all
creation, but the moment they'd heer good honest
war whoop, they'd run an: screach like wildcat
that's left his tail in steel trap. Now. old Joe bad
been thinking for long time about his trying TO
skeer up some trick to keep off Jack ngin. So, next
time he went TO Orleans to get goods, in poking
about, he acrost small brass cannon, with two
inch bore Thinks be, that's the trick, and I'll jest
put new wrinkle in Jack Ingins hide. So he gone
right in and bought it. Wal. when he got over in
San Antoine, thinks he to HIMSELF what the devil am
going 10 do ior carriage for can't pack the play
thing on my saddle So that SET him Studying, I'M
til at last he satisfied he'd h it, So he got hold
of great big longegged mule, then he goes and gifts
pack saddle made, straps ii to his back and hois;s
on the top of it his little and fastened it on ;
but the sailors would say, he shipped it ahwart
BEAM Wal, he wads up the piece with pretty good
chunk of a cartridge, and touched her off Away went,
the load one way, while Mister Mule, he come down
cowha'Iup on his back at toiher side. HaIIo,' say.
the old convey, that aint it YET so be hunts around
until he finds short, grained rough haired, Gran
ky little bit OF Mexican ackass, had about as
much ob<tinacy in his hide any fine lady | ever
seed in the white settlements of Arkansaw. Nov,
say he that's the article he mounts the gun top
hut this ho olo tho Ilo
fellows back. that the muze Of the piece right
over donkey's tail, Wal, when he got her loaded and
prmed Now for it, says he, and he touched her off
Mister Donkey stood up steady enough, only he didn't
like such pesky pulling at is ailfor, yer see, the
oil man had passed the end of the cupper strap round
the breach of the gun, but he didn't give quite slack
enough for the recoil. So master donkey must a
thought some bone carpenter other had got at him
for his tail, and began kicking like all nation. That
do, thinks old Joe; he went on drilling his dom
key, and lother kicking every time he fired.
/ &c Some time AFTER ore Of the greaser scouts cum
il one evening, skeered half into fits, and reported
t lat the Camanches had jest encamped down on tother
siIe of The Sewilar, (Ciboo creek) and would come
into town next morning, for them lngns We're none
of yer sneakng devils they took the broad daylight
for their rascaity. Nutt sed, old Joe screws US his
greasers mounts his gun, takes maste. donkey along
by the bride, and by daylight they all got down or
The Sewar, jest opposite to the lnsins. The yaIIe
bellies looked over and all the MeXIcans thar
hut that didn't trouble them much, for they knew tina
directly they gave the whoop, the geasers would
be nowhere. WAL the yalIer bellies gets the
horses and a coming to the edge OF the ravne
when all at once, they all fired smoke. they
heered the bang and saw lots of their comrades fa
around them.
1.-The yaIIer bellies stopped and looked-all they
could see through the smoke, the two hind leg;
OF the jackass, who a kicking like all nalur.
81 tell you what it boys, twould have done you
good to see the Ingins that morning it wouIt
have taken of them teegrafs they talks on, tina
runs 50 paguy fast in the settlements keep with
the last man q them.
5 wall, Master Ingin then BEGUN sorer shy ant
skeery he wouldn't come down 10 San Antoine for
, long lime. At last, day, long after. when The
boys had got down thar-the Camanche chief cum
down to have big talk and sign treaty. One q
the yalIer bellies what could talk little English, wa:
telling one of the boys about his being in party
that cum down on the Sewiliar some years afore
oval, Josh had heard o. that scrape so says he
Look here, what made you away so fast from
J the SewilIar that morniag? You're brave!'
That skeerpd you Eth -
May be so a. teller you; white man cum here
bring short month (pistoD good-<hoot long mouth
(cannon) more bad-Shoot jackass Ingn certain
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