Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1872-06-20


"Gone where ?"
Sup the throw'd up the
sponge, you know"
"Thrown up the sponge?"
eyes kicked the bucket"
"Ah has departed to that mysterious
country from whose bourne no traveller
"Return? Well, 1 reckon not. Why,
pard, he's dead"
eyes, understand"
"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
before2''
"Dead before? No. Do you under
stand a man has got as many lives as a
cat? But you bet he's awful dead now,
poor old boy, and 1 wish I'd never seen
this day. / don't know no better friend
than Buck Fanshaw. l know'd him by
the back and when know a man like
him-you hear me. Take him all around,
pard, there never was q bullier man in
the mines. No man ever know'd Buck
Fanshaw go back on friend. But it's
all up, you know; it's all up. 1t amt
no use. They've scooped him p
"Scooped him?"
"Yes-death has. Well, well, well,
we've got to give him up. Yes, indeed.
It's kind of hard world, after all, amt
it2 But, pard, he was a rustler. You
ought to see him get started once. He
was bully boy with a 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 p
"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 Pm 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
that, 1 don't reckon. Now, if we can't
get you to help plant him"
"Preach the funeral discourse? As
sist at the obsequies ?''
''Obs'quies is good. Yes. That's it;
that's our little game. We are going
know. He was always nifty himself,
and SO you bet you his funeral amt
goin' to be no slouch solid silver door
plate on his coffin, six plumes on the
hearse, and a niger on the box with a
billed shirt and a plIg hat-how's that
for high And we'n take care of you,
pard. Well fix. you all right. There
will be kerridge for you, and whatever
you want you just scape out and Well
tend to it. We've got a shebang fixed
up for you to stand behind in No. rs
house, and don't sell 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
regulating he warn't the man to 60
browsing around after anybody to do it
he would pranoe 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 'emI And he cleaned 'em,
tool l was there and see it myself"
"That was very well, indeed-at least
the impulse was-whether the act was
strictly defensible or not. Had deceased
any religious convictions 2 That is tc
say, did he feel a dependence upon, ol
| acknowledge allegiance to, higher
| power?"
More reflection.
=" reckon you've stumped me again
pard. Could you say it over once more
and say it slow ?''
/ Il - hot
he, or rather had he ever been, con
tered from secular concerns and devote,
to selfsacrifice ia the interest of mol
ality 2"
"All down but nine-get 'em up o.
the other alley, pardr'
"What did understand you to say
| Why, you're most too many for mt
kyou know. When you put in with you
kleft, hunt grass every time"
+ "How? Begin again 2"
"That's it.n 3 -
every well. Was he good NAL
and -"
"There-see that, don't put up anotht
chip till look at my hand. A goo
man, says your Pard, it amt no nam
for it. He was the best man that ever
pard, you would have dotted on thI
man. he cOul0 lam any SalOOb Oh II
inches in America. 1t was him that p1
down the riot last election, before it g
a start; and everybody said that /
: was the only man that could have dor
: it. He waltzed in with a trumpet
: | one hand, and a spanner in the othe
sent fourteen men home on a shutter
+. less than three minutes. He had Il
riot all broke up and prevented nj
before anybody ever got "a chance
strike blow.
"He was always for peace, and
would have peace-he could not sta1
o disturbances. Pard, he was great lc
t to this town. 1t would please the bo
if you could chip in something like th
If and do him justice. He once, when t
n Micks got to throwing stones throu
3 the Methods Sunday school window
r Buck Fanshaw, all of his own motto
shut up his saloon and took q couple
d six-shooters and mounted guard ov
p. the Sunday school. Says he, " No Iri
need applyr' And they didn't. ]
was the bulliest man in the mountain
pard; he could run faster, jump high
}? swear harder, and hold more tanglefc
whisky than any man in sevente
i, counties. Put that in, pard it'll ples
it the boys more than anything else tt
h you could say. And you can say, pal
I'd that he never shook his mother.n