Weekly Trinity journal., 1874-06-13
HIRING A FIGHTER.

Jones had the following funny adventure
IN this city with man who came to him
to hire himself out as a Fighter :"
Mr.. Jones and several friends were in
one of our frst-class saloons slipping their
wine, smoking and chatting, when rath-
er strange looking customer entered the
place and sauntering up to the group, be-
gan the operation of "eyeing over" the
gentlemen composing it.
He was man of middle age and medi-
um height, with arms disproportionatly
long, great spreading hands and knotty
fingers. His angular, ungainly form was
poorly and scantily clad, and he was top
ped out with little bullet head, set upon
very short allowance of neck. From
the sides of his little round head stood
leaning out two great pulpy ears, and all
that appeaped upon his face in the way of
beard, was a jet black, stubbed mustache.
This seemed to have been planted a hair
at time with pegging awl and ham
mer, the latter coming down on the de-
fenceless nose, as each bristle was inserted
and so intimidating said organ that it
had ever remained crouched out of sight
behind the hairy stockade. a large livid
scar described semi-circle round one Of
his projecting cheek bones, and passing
down, entered the corner of his mouth,
giving to the features an ugly upward
hitch on that side. Wabbling his little,
glittering gray eyes, over the party before
him until said orbs rest upon the rotund
form and rosy face of Mr.. Jones, he pull
ed off the hirsute ten-pin ball, which he
would have called his head, scrap of
hat, and making an awkward bow, said /:
-. p. Jones, l believe?
"That is my name sir" said Jones.
Correct" sententiously observed the
strange visitor.
"Do you want TO see me ?" said Jones.
About three minutes, and in private,
if you please"
Mr.. Jones led the way to large pri-
vate room in the rear of the saloon.
Mr.. Jones, sir, you don't know me, ="
said the fellow, "but when you lived in
old Tuolumne, l war also in that part of
Californey-in the admin county. Mr..
Jones, I'm the 'Taranterler of Calaveras;'
I'm war hoss Of the hills and fighter
from hell !"
-" don't dispute your word SIR" said
81. p. ,""but how does your being war
horse of the hills concern me ?'
"I'm here to tell you. Here now, you
are going into this here contest, and it's
liable to be very lively one. About
Election day it'll be all fired hot. Now
what you'll need will be good fighter 4:
feler to stand up, knock down and drag
out for you; a man what can go to the
polls and knock down right an left-wade
through everything ~
Mr.. Jones said he had not thought it
would be necessary to have such man
ut the polls on election day.
"Oh, but it will! !" cried the man of
muscle. "You see you don't know about
them things. III manage it all for YOU"
$50 you want me to hire you as my
fighter ?''
"Jest so I"
"What would be your price from now
till after the election? You see as I've
never yet had occasion to hire a fighter, |
don't know much about the value Of such
service"
"Well, couldn't undertake the Job
short of 81 900 there'll be lots of work to
do"
"Ain't that pretty high ?"
"Of course it's considerable sum, but
thar's a terrible rough set over here
These Washoe fellows are nearly h
themselves, and they are more on the cut
and shoot than is healthy. You see 81, ,00C
is no money at all when you calkerlate
the risk. Pm liable to be chopped all to
pieces, riddled with bullets, and either
killed out and out or crippled for life.
You see 81 900 is no money at ALL"
"Well, come to look at it in that light,
l don't know but your price is reasonable
enough"
"Cheap of course it is. rather like
your style, or | wouldn't undertake the
job for that fgger. Come is it a bargain
Am your man at the fgger named ?"
"Well, not so fast. If l am to nave 9
fighter want the best ;hat is to be had
| don't want fellow that will be kicked
and cuffed about town by every hummer
l am able to pay for a first class fighter
and won't have anything else"
"Ain't 1 a fighter ?" rolling his eyes
fercely, and thrusting first his right anC
then his left straight out from his -ehoul
der, ducking his head comically abou
and posing himself on one foot; will any
body kick and cuff meme, the war hosi
of the hills; the Taranterler Of Calayeras
Not much !"
"Have you ever whipped anybody p
"Ever whipped anybody? Me-hav'
l ever whipped anybody? Ha ha ha
You make me laugh. Next you will b,
asking me il was ever whipped. Show
me your man--show me your mentor
amt particular about 'em coming one a
time. Bring 'em on, and I'll whip al
that can stand in this room in one minut,
by the clock ~
"Well," said ~. p. ,""I think you'll
do. But as said before, / want the bes
man in the country. My fighter must b,
regular lightning-striker. Now l hav'
another man in my eye. He is something
of fighter; he has a graveyard of hi
own of considerable size. 1t lies betweel
the pair Of you. The best man is tn