Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1872-06-21

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sponge, you know" l1a
"Thrown up the sponge?" "a,
~-'' Y Yes-kicked the bucket
"Ah has departed 10 that mysterious
country from whose bourne no traveller
returns" .---- 81
!" Return? Well, 1 reckon not. Why,
pard he's dead" ,.'.'-..'' .'''.'5 5'.',' ;.
lI0i" Yes, understand" p + IT, ssa.
"Oh, you do? Well, thought may
be you might be getting tangled once
more. Yes, you see he's dead again"
"Againl Why, has he ever been dead
| before?'; ' 49,
s4l" Dead before? No. Do you under
stand man has got as many lives as a
cat /? l9 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. j know'd him by
the back and when know man like
him-you hear me. Take him all around,
pard, there never was a bulIier man in
the mines. No man ever know'd Buck
Fapshaw go back on friend. But it's
all up, you know; it's all up. 1t amt
NJ use. They've scooped him p ....
"Scooped him?" ~ e#
Yes-death has. Well, we'll, well,
we've got to give him up. Y es, 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 a bully boy with glass eyel Just
spit in his face and give him room ac-
cording to his strength, and it was just
beautiful to see him peel and 60 in. He
was the worst son of a 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 say
ing cuss word but you see I'm on an
awful strain in this palaver, on account
of having to cram down and draw every
thing SO mild. But we've got to give
him up. There amt any getting around
get you to help plant him" .'"'."
!" Preach the funeral DISCOURSE? AS
sist at the obsequies p. g..
''Obs'quies 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 80 you bet you his funeral ain t
goin' to be no slouch solid silver door
plate on his coffin, six plumes on the
hearse, and niger on the box with a
billed shirt and plug hat-how's that
for high? And we'll take care of you,
pard. Well 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 shebang fixed
up for you to stand behind in No. rs
house, and don't sell a clam. Put Buck
through as bully as you can, pard, for
anybody that know'd him will tell you
that he was one of the whitest 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
peaceable than any man in it. I've
seen him lick four Greasers in eleven
minutes myself. If thing wanted
regulating he warn't the man to go
browsing around after anybody to do it;
he would pTance in and regulate it him
self. He warn't Catholic; but it
didn't make no difference about that
when it came down to what a mans
rights was-and so, when some roughs
jumped the Catholic boneyard and
started in to lay out. town lots in it, he
went for 'em And he cleaned 'em,
too u! l was there and see it myself"
"That was very we'll, indeed-at least
the impulse was-whether the act was
strictly defensible or not. Had deceased
any religious convictions? That is to
say, did he feel dependence upon, or
acknowledge allegiance to, a higher
power?n = ..-. s.e" --+..
More reflection. .,.~-
=" | reckon you've stumped me again,
pard. Could you say it over once more,
and say it slow 2" .y...
"Well, to simplify it somewhat, was
he, or rather had he ever been, con-
nected with any organization seques-
tered from secular concerns and devoted
to selfsacrifce in the interest of NOR
ality ?'' .~5&4%s.E }w9I
"All down but lfine-get 'em up on
the other alley, pardl' g.,s .slr.r
"What did l understand you to say?"
ts ."Why, you're most too many for me,
you know. When you put in with your
left, / hunt grass every time"
a "How2 Begin again ?"
"That's it." ..-.t.. ..,,. a.
"Very well. Was he a good man,
and -" "o
"There- see that; don't put up another
chip till look 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, before 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 the
riot all broke up and prevented nice
before anybody ever got a chance to
strike blow. r.,aa - .rt.r. III -s..
/" He was always for peace, and he
would have peace-he could not stand
disturbances. Pard, he was great loss
to this town. 1t would please the boys
if you could chip in something like that
and do him justice. He once, 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 couple of
six-shooters and mounted guard over
the Sunday school. Says he, "No Irish
need apply ln And they didn't. He
was the sulliest man in the mountains,
pard; he could run faster, jump higher.
swear harder, and hold more tanglefoot
whisky than any man in seventeen
counties. Put that in, pard it'll please
the boys more than anything else that
you couldsay. And you can say, pard,