The Placer herald., 1872-07-13

man has as many lives as cat? But you
bet he's awful dead now, poor old boy, and
l wish had never seen this day. | don't
know no better friend than Buck Fanshaw
| knowed him by the back and when know
man like him | freeze TO him--you hear
me. Take him all around, pard, there never
was bullier man in the mines. No man
ever knowed Buck Fanshaw to go back on II
friend But it's.all up, you know; it's all
up. 1t amt no USE They've scooped him. ="
"Scooped him ?'
"Yes-death has. We'll, well, well, we
have got to give him up. Yes, indeed. It's
kind of hard world after all, amt it ?
But, pard, he was a rustler. You ought to
see him get started once He was bully
boy with glass eye! Just spit in his face
and give him room according to his strength,
and 1t was just beautiful to see him peel and
90 in. He was the worst son Of thief that
ever drawed breath. Pard, he was on it.
He was on it bigger than an lnjun!'
"Go in? On what? ?"
"On the shoot. On the shoulder. On
the fight. Understand? He didn't give a
continental for-anybody. Beg your par
don, friend, for coming so near saying a cuss
word-but You see I'm on an awsrait IN
this palave, on account of having to cram
down and draw everything SO mild. But
we've cot 10 give him up. There amt no
getting around that don't reckon. Now il
we can get you to help plant him"
"Preach the funeral discourse Assist at
the obsequies
"Obsequies is good. Yes. That's it;
that's our little game. We are going to get
up the thing regardless, you know. He was
always nifty himself, and SO you bet his fu-
neral amt going to be no slouch; solid silver
door plate on his coffin, six pumes on the
hearse, and a nigger on the box, with bied
shirt and a plug hat-how's that for high ?
And we'll take care of you, pard. Wen fix
you all right. There will be a kerridge for
you; and whatever you want, you just scape
out and we'll tend to it. We've got a she
bang fixed up for you to stand behind in No.
Is house, and don't you be afraid. Just go
in and toot your horn if you dou't sell clam.
Put Buck through as bully as you can, pard
for anybody hat knew him will tell you that
he was one of the wlItest men that was ever
in the mines. You can't draw it too strong.
He never could stand it to see things going
wrong. He's done more to make this town
| peacefbie than any man in it. I've seen
him lick four greasers in eleven minutes my
self If thing wanted regulating he want
man to go proving around after somebody
to DO it, but he would 90 in and regulate ii
himself. He warn't Catholic, but it didn't
make no difference about that when it came
down to what mans rights was-and so,
when some roughs jumped the Catholic bone
ward and started to stake off town lots in it,
he went for EN-! And he cleaned EN-, too!
was there and seen it myself.
"That was very well, indeed-at least
the impulse was whether the act was strictly
defensible or not. Had deceased any rell-
gous convictions ? That s to say, did he
feel dependence upon or acknowledge ale
glance to higher power?'
More reflection,
sI reckon you've stumped me again.
Pard, could you say that over once more,
and say it SLOW"
"Well, to simplify it somewhat, was he,
or rather had he been connected with any
organization sequestered from secular con
Germs, and devoted to self-sacritice in the in
terests of mortality p
"All down but nine-set 'em up on the
other alley, pard."
"What dld understand you to aay?"
"Why, you're most too many for me,
you kn,w When you get in with your
left | hunt grass every time. Every time
you draw you fill; but don't seem to have
any lick. Let's have new deal.
GLOW? Begin again ?"
"That's it.
every well. Was he a good man, and"
"There-I see that; don't put up another
chip till look at my hand. A good man,
say you? Pard, it AIM no name for it. lie
was the best man that ever-pard, you
would have dotted on that man. lie could
lam any galoot of his inches in America 1t
was him that put down The riot last election
before it got start; and everybody said that
he was the only man that could have done
it, He walized in with q trumpet in one
hand and spanner in the other, sent four
teen men home on shutter in less than
three minutes. lie had that riot broken up
before anybody ever got chance to strike a
blow. He was always for peace, and he
would have peace-he could not stand dis
turbances. Pard, he was a great loss to
the town. 1t would please the boys if you
could chip in anything aboat that and do
him justice. Here once, like when the Micks
got to throwing stones through the
Methodist Sunday School windows, Buck
Fanshaw, all of his own notion. shut up his
saloon and took couple of six-shooters and
mounted guard over the Sunday School.
Says he, 'No Irish need apply" And they
didn't. He was the huliest man in the
mountains, pard; he could run faster, jump
t,ieher, hit harder, and hold more tangle-
loot whisky without spilling than any man
in seventeen counties. Put that in, pard; ;
it'll please the boys more than anything you
could say. And you can say, pard, that lie
never shook his mother"
"Never shook his mother?"
"That's it-any Of the boys will tell you