The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1872-09-04
aAh-has denarted to that mxste.

"Ah-has departed to that myste-
rious country from whose bourne nc
traveller returns"
Return Well, Ireckon not. Why,
pard, he's dead"
"Yes, ! understand"
"Oh you do =? Well, j thought
may be you might be getting tangled
once more. Yes, you see he's dead
again"
"Again, Why, has he ever been
dead before ?"
Dead before? No. Do you reck-
on a man has got as many lives as a
cat ? But, you bet, he's awful dead
now, poor old boy and / wish I'd
never seen this day l don't know a
better friend than Buck Fanshaw.
knowed him by the back, and when
know a man like him, l freeze to him
you hear me. Take him all around
pard, there never was a bullier
man in the mines. No man ever
knowed Buck Fanshaw to go back
on friend But its all up, you know,
its all up. 1t amt no use. They've
scooped him ~
"Scooped him 2"
"Yes-death has. Well, well,
We've got to give him up. Yes, in
deed. It's kind of hard world, ar
ter all, amt it But, pard, he's a
rustler. You ought to see him start
ed once. He was bully boy with a
glass eye. Just spit in his face, and
give him room according to his
strength, and it was jest beautiful to
see him peel and go in. He was the
worst son of thief that ever drawed
breath. Pard, he was on it, bigger
than an Injun ~ @
"On it On what ?" t
"On the shoot. On the shoulder.
on the fight Understand |? He didn't
give continental for anybody. Beg
your pardon, friend, for coming so
near saying cuss word-But you
see I'm on an awful strain on his pal
aver, on account Of having to cram
down and take every thing so mild.
But we've got to give him up. There
amt any getting around that, ! don't
reckon. Now, five can get you to
help plant him"
Preach the funeral discourse As
sist at the obsequies 2"
"Obs'quies is good. Yes. That's
it that's our little game. We're go
ing to get up the thing regardless, you
know. He was always nifty himself,
and you bet his funeral amt going to
be no slouch-solid silver door plate
on his coffin, six plumes on the hearse,
and a nigger on the box, with billed
shirt and plug hat--how's that for
high Wen fix you all right. There
will be karfidge for you, and what
ever you want, you just 'seape out
and we'll tend to it. We've got a
shebang fixed up in No Is house for
yon to stand behind, and don't you
be afraid Just go in and toot your
horn, if you don't sell a clam. Put
Buck through as bully as you can,
pard, for anybody that knowed him,
will tell you that he was one of the
whitest men that ever was 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 peaceable, than any
man in it. I've seen him lick four
Greasers in eleven minutes myself
If q thing wanted regulating, he
warn't a man to go browsing around
after somebody to do it, but he would
prance right in and regulate it him
self. He warn't Catholic-but it
didn't make no difference about that,
when il came down to what mans
rights was-and so, when some roughs !
jumped the Catholic bone-yard, and
started to stake out town lots in it, he !
went for 'em, and cleaned 'em too |
was there and seen it all myself"
That was very well, indeed-at
least the impulse was-whether the
act was strictly defensible or not
Had deceased any religious convic-
tons that is to say did he feel a
upon, or acknowledge al
legiance to higher power ?" More
reflection.
Il reckon you've stumped me again,
pard. Could you say it over once
more, and say it slow"
"Well, to simplify it somewhat,
was he, or had he ever been connect
ed with any organization sequestered
from secular concerns, and devoted to
selfsacrifce in the interests of moral
ty =?
"All down but nine-set 'em up on
The other alley, pard"
"What did | understand YOU to
say ?"
"Why, you're most too many for
ne, YOU know. When you get in
with your left, l hunt grass every
line. Every time you draw, you fill,
,ut | don't seem to have any luck
lIct'S nave new uedi-
How? Begin again ?"
That's it.r
"Very well, Was he good man,
md"
THERE see that-don't put up
mother chip till l look at my hand
good man SAYS you? Pard, it
init no name for it. He was the best
nan that ever-pard, you would have
loted on that man. He could lam
nv galoot of his inches in America.
t was him that put down the riot,
asst election, before it got start and
very body said that he was the only
nan that could have done it. He
valtzed in with trumpet in one
,and and o spanner in the other, sent
ourteen men home on shutter in ,
ess three minutes. He had the riot
III broke up, and prevented, nice, be-
ore anybody got chance to strike a
low. He was always for peace, and
le would have peace, and he wo'd
iaue peace-he could not stand dis ,
urbances. Pard, he was great
oss to this town. 1t would please {
he boys if you'd chip in something
ike that, and do him justice. Here,
nee when the Micks got to throwing
tones thro' the Methods Sunday.
chool windows, Buck Fanshaw all of
lis own notion, shut uphis saloon and