Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1872-08-29


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 man to 90 browsing around after
somebody to do it, but he would prance in
and regulate it himself He warn't Catho
lie; but it didn't make no difference about
that when it came down to what mans right
was-and so when some roughs jumped the
Catholic boneyard and started to stake out
town lots in it, he went for them, and he
cleaned them, tool was there and seen il
myself"
"That was very well, indeed-at least the
impulse was-whether the act was strictly
defensible or not. Had the deceased any re-
ligious convictions? That is to say, did he
feel dependence upon, or acknowledge allie
glance to higher power?''
More reflection.
81 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, OF
rather had he ever been connected with any
organization sequestered from secular con-
Germs and devoted to self sacrifice in the inter
ests of morality?"
Gail down but nine-set 'em up on the
other alley, pard."
"What did understand you to say?'
"Why you're most too many for me, you
know. When you get in with your left,
hunt grass every time. Every time you draw
you fill but I don't seem to have any luck.
Let's have new DEAL"
Glow? ,5csin again 2"
"That's it"
"Very we'll. Was he a good man, and
"There-I see that; don't put up another
chip till I look at my hand. A good man,
says you? Pard, it aint no name for it. He
was the best man that ever-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 a
start; and every body said he was the only
man that could have done it. He waltzed in
with a trumpet in one hand and spanner in
the other, and sent fourteen men home on a
shutter in less than three minutes. He had
that riot all broke up and prevented nice be-
fore any body got chance to strike a blow.
He was always for peace, and he would have
peace-he could not stand disturbances.
Pard, he was a great loss to this town. It'd
please the boys if you could chip in some
thing like that and do him justice. Here,
once, when the roughs got to throwing stones
through the Methodist Sunday-school win
dows, Buck Fanshaw, all of his own notion,
shut up his saloon and took couple of six
shooters and mounted guard over the Sunday.
school. He was the bulliest man in the noun
tains, pard. He could run faster, jump high
er, hit harder and hold more tangle-foot
whisky than any man in seventeen counties.
Put that in, pard. It'd please the boys more
than any thing you could say. And you can
say, pard, that he never shook his mother"
"Never shook his mother?"
"That's it-any of the boys will tell you So"
"Well, but why should he shake her ?" .
"That's what 1 say-but some people does"
"Not people of any repute."
"Well, some that averages pretty $780,"
"In my opinion, man that would offer
personal violence to his mother, ought to"
"Chsese it, pard; you've banked your ball
clean outside the string. What was drivin'
at was that he never thro,ued off his mother
don't you see? No, indeedy! He gave her
a house to live in, and town lots, and plenty
of money; and he looked after her and took
care of her all the time; and when she was
down with the small pox, I'm blowed if he
didn't set up of nights and nuss her himself:
Beg your pardon for saying it, but it hoped
out too quick for yours truly. You've treat
ed me Ike gentleman, and amt the man
to hurt your feelings Intentional. 1 think
you're white. think you're square man,
pard. I like you, and I'll lick any man that
don't. I'll lick him till he can't tell himself
from last years corpse !" Another frater-
nal handshake and exit.
The obsequies were all that ''the boys"
could desire. Such marvel of funeral pomp
had never been seen in Nevada. The plumed
hearse, the dirge-breathing brass bands, the
closed marts of business, the flags dropping at
halfmast, the long, plodding procession of
uniformed secret societies, military battalions
and fire companies, draped engines, carriages
of officials and citizens in vehicles and on
foot, attracted multitudes of spectators to the
roofs and windows ; and for years
afterward, the degree of grandeur attained
by any civic display in Nevada was deter
mined by comparison with Buck Fanshaw's
funeral.
naT A city chap from this town, spending