The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1874-07-02
HIRING A FIGHTER.

l.. Jones had the following funny adventure
in thi. city with man who came to hir-
to hire himself on: as fighter :"
Mr. Jones and several friends were III
one of our first class saloons slipping their
wine, smoking and chatting, when IA
rather straEge-looking customer entered the
place, and, sauntering up to the group, he
gan the operation of "eying over" the
gentlemen comp osing it.
He was a man of middle age and medium
height, with arms disyroi or.ionately long,
great, spreading hands. and knotty fingers
His angular ungaielY form was poorly and
,cantily clad, aud he was topped out with
a curious little bullet head, set upon very
short allowance Of neck. From the sides
of his little, round head stood leaning ou'
two great. pull y ears, and all that appeared
on his face in the way of beard was Jet
black, stubbed muotache. This seemed TO
have been planted hair at time with a
pegging awl and hammer, the latter coming
Town on the defenseless nose as each
brlstle was inserted, and SO intimidating
said organ that it had ever since remained
crouched out Of sight behind the hairy
stockade A large, livid scar desc-ibed II
semi circle round one Of MS projecting
heck bones, and, passing down, entered
the corner Of his modth, giving to the
feature an ugly upward hitch on that
side. Webbing his little, glittering, gray
eyes over the party before him until said
ors rested upou the rotund form and rosy
face of Mr., Jones, lac pulled off the hirsute
tcnp:n call, which he would have called hi.
head, scrap of Il hat, and, making an
ankwark bow, said:
81. P. Jones, | believe p
THAT is my name, sir said Jones.
Correct" senten.iously 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 a large private
r. ON in the rear of the saloon.
"Mr. Jones, sir, you don't know me-
said the fellow, "but when you lived IN old
Tuolumnc I war also II taat part of C4ii-
iorney-in the adj inn county. Mr.. Jones,
war boss of the hills and a Fighter, you
bet ~
&" don't dispute your word, SIR said
81. p" "but how does your being 'Ear
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 a very lively one. About
election day it'll be all fired hot Now
what you'll need will be a good fighter /; a
Teller to stand up, knock down and drag
out for you man who can 90 to tie
oils aud kuo,k down right an left-Sade
through every thingr'
Mr.. Jones said he had not thought it
would be necessary to have such man at
the polls on election day.
ooh, but it will y cried the man Of
musCIc Ou oct fOu IOt NV" opoh
them things. I'll manage it all fol you. y
$50 you want me to hire you as my
fighter 2"
Jest 80 -
"What would be your price from now
till after the election You see, as I've
never had occasion to hire fighter, don t
IL. Of u,
service"
well, could't undertake the job short
of 81 900 there'll be lots of work to do. >
Amt that pretty high y
"Of course it's considerable sum, but
thar's terrible rough set over there. These
W ashoe fellows are more en- the cut and
ehoet than is healthy. You see $1,000 is
10 money at at all when you calkerlate the
risk. I'm liable to be chawed all t.
pieces. riddl, d with bullets, and either
killed out AMI out or crippled for life. You
You see 81 900 is no money at all.
We'll, come to look at it in that light
don't know but ycur price is reasonabI,
enough"
"Cheap! of course 1t is. rather hk'
your style, OF | wouldn't undertake tt,
lob at that fgger. Come-is it a bargain!
Am your man at the igger named
ell not so fast. If | am to have 1
fighter | want the best that Is to be had
i don't want fellow that will tie kieke,
and cuffed about town by every hummer
j am able to pay for first class lighter
and won't have anything else
Amt ! fghter!' rolling his eye:
6ercely, and thrusting first his right the'
his lett straight out from the shoulder
ducking his head comically about, an
posing himself on one foot Twill any
BODY kick aud cuiT me- ?-me, the war hos
of the hills the Taranter!er Of Calayeras
Not much -
Have you ever whipped anybody ?"
ever whipped anybody Me-have
ever whipped anybody Ha! ha ha
You make me laugh. Next you will b
asking if l was ever whipped. Show m
yoar man-show me your men-for | ain
particular about EN- coming one at a tim,
Bring 'em on, and I'll whip all that ca
stand in this room in one minute by tt
clock -
"Well," said j. P" "I think you
do: but, as said before, want the be:
man in the country. My fighter must be
regular lightning striker. Now | hs'
another man In my eye. He is .omethir
Of a fighter: has q graveyard Of his ow
of considerable size. 1t lies between Il
pair OF you. The best man il the man +
my money