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

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Ifraternal sympathy and fervent graft
| fcarion.
"Now we're all right, pard. Let's
start fresh. Don't you mind me snuf
fling little, becuz we're in a power Of
trouble. You see one of the boys has
gone up the hume"-
"Gone where?"
Cup the fume- throw'd up the
sponge, you know"
"Thrown up the sponge?"
"Yes-kicked the bucket
"Ah-has departed to that mysteri.
Gus country from whose bourne no
traveller returns"
Return? Well, Ireckonnot. Why,
pard, he's dead"
"Yes, understand"
"Oh, you do? Well, | 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 reckon 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. don't know no better friend
than Buck Fanshaw. | know'd him by
the back; and when know a man like
him | freeze to him-you hear me. Take
him all around, pard. there never was
butler man in the mines No man ever
knowed Buck Fanshaw to 90 back on a
friend. But it's all up, you know; it's
all up. 1t amt no use. They've scoop
cd him"
"Scooped him?'
"Yes-death has. Well, well, we'll,
we've got to give him up. Yes, indeed.
It's kind Of hard world, after ALL amt
it? But, pard, he was 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 ac-
cording to his strength, and it was Just
beautiful to see him peel and go in. He
was the worst son Of thief that ever
draw'd breath. Pard, he was on it.
He was on it bigger than an Injun."
"On it? On WHAT
"On the shoot. On the shoulder On
the fight Understand? He didn't give
a continental-for anybody. Beg your
pardon, friend. for coming SO near a
cnss word-but you see I'm on an aw-
ful strain in this palaver, on account oil
having To cram down and draw every
thing SO mild. But we've rot to give |
him up. There amt any getting around |
that, don't reckon. Now, il We can't
get you to help plant him"
Preach the funeral discourse? As.
sist At the obsequics.'
"Obsquics is good. Yes. That's ii;
hats our little game. We are going
o get up the thing regardless. you
know. He was always nifty himself. /
md 50 you bet you his funeral amt go-
ng to be no SLOUGH; solid silver door
'latc on his coffin, six plumcs OH the
lcarsc, and a niger on the box with
'iIcd shirt and a plug hat-how's that
or high? And we'll take care of vou.
,ard. Wen fix YOU all right There
will be a kerridgc for you; and what
yer you want YOU just 'scapc out and
we'll tend to it. We've got "A shcbanw
lxcd up for YOU to stand behind in No. X
s house, and don't you be afraid. just !
70 in and toot your horn, if You don't
ell clam. Put Buck through as bull
y as you can, pard, for anybody that
,now'd him will tell you that he was
ne Of the whtcst men that was ever {
n the mines. You can't draw it too Q
trong He never could stand it to see 7
hIngs going wrong. He's done more q
0 make this town peaceable than any :
nan nit. I've seen him lick four Greas- '
rs in eleven minutes, myself. If d
hing wanted regulating, he warn't c
ian to go browsing around after some {
ody to do it, but he would prancc in |
nd regulate it himself. He warn't
atholic; but it didn't make no differ
nee about that when it came down to /,
that mans right was-and so, when a
ome roughs jumped the Catholic bone y
ard and started in to stake out town $
IT'S in it, he went for 'em And he v
leaned 'em, too! was there, and G
zen it myself" Il
THAT was very well, indecd-at s
asst the impulse was-whathor tho II