The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1872-06-06

don't seem to have any luck Let's
have new DEAL
How? Begin again?"
"Thats it."
Every we'll Was he good man,
and"
"There-I see that; don't put up an
other chip till Hook at my hand. A
good man, says you? Pard, it amt no
name for it. He was the best man that
ever-pard, you would have dotted on
that man. He could lam any galoot Of
his inches in America. 1t was him
that put down the riot last election be-
fore it got start; and everybody said
that he was the only man that could
have done it. He waltzed in with a
trumpet in one hand and spanner in
the other, sent fourteen men home on a
shutter in less than three minutes. He
had that riot all broke up and prevent
ed nice before anybody ever got a
chance to strike q blow. He was al
ways for peace, and he would haze
peace-he could not stand disturbances.
Pard, he was great loss to the town.
1t would please the boys if you could
chip in something that would do him
justice. Here once, like when the
Micks got to throwing stones through
the Methods Sunday-school windows,
Buck Fanshaw, all Of his own notion,
shut up his saloon and took a couple
of six-shootcrs and mounted guard over
the Sunlay-school. Says he, " Mol
Irish need apply!" And they didn't.
He was the bulliest man in the noun
tains, pard; he could run faster, jump
higher. hit harder, and hold more tangle-
foot whisky without spilling than any
man in seventeen counties. Put that
in, pard; it'll please the boys more than
You could say. And you can
say, pard, that he never shook his
mother"
Never shook his mothcr?"
That's it-any of the boys will tell
You So
"Well. but why &iouidhe shake herr
That's what | say-but some pco-
pie does
Not people Of any rcputc?'
We'll, some that averages pretty
so-so.1
ain my opinion. a man that would
1ifcr personal violence 10 his mother
ought to-"
Cheese it. pard you've banked your
pal clean outside the string. What !
vas driyin' at was that he never
iuUaced oT on his mother-don't you
.eey No, indecdy. He give her a
lousc 10 live in. and town lots, and
,lcnty Of money; and he looked after
her aud took care of her all the time;
nd, when she was down with the
malIpox. I'm damned if he didn't set
Up nights and nuss her himself! BcqI
.onr pardon for saying it, bnt it hoped
nj too quick for yours truly. You've
reaicd mo like a gentleman, and ! amt
he man 10 hurt your feelings intention
|. | think you're white. | think you're
square man, pard like You, and III
ok any man that don't. I'll lick him
i'll he can't tell himself from a last
ears corpse, Put ii there" Another
-aternal handshakc-and exit.
The obsequics were all that 'the boys"
ouId desire Such marvel of funeral
omp had never been seen in Virginia.
he plumed hcarse, the dirgc-breathing
rass-bands, the closed marts Of bust
css, the flags dropping Mt halfmast,
10 long plodding procession of uniform
/ secret societies, military battaIions.
nd fire companies, draped engines. car.
ages of officials and citizens vehicles
nd on foot, attracted multitudes of
,cctators TO the sidewalks, roofs and
and, for years afterward, the
,gree of grandeur attained by any
vic display in Virginia was determin-
| by comparison with Buck Fanshaw's
neral
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