Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1874-10-04

rear to the cashier in the front
every one was endeavoring to invest
in some speculation, and the little
darkey glided about among them
like shadow. The crowd hover
ing about the faro tables were dis
satisfied, for the bank was in luck.
and the plucky tiger fighters were in
danger OF being as completely
swamped as were Pharaoh's hosts of
old. AS the evening wore on the
betting at the poker game ran high.
The two miners were flush with their
whole seasons clean up; the major
looked little flush from his gener-
Gus potations, and Rube was
SUSPECTED OF A FLUSH,
Because he bet 'em before the draw.
A large number stood around look
ing at the game, when suddenly the
Major, thinking he noticed some
thing irregular, cried out, !" Hold!
l shall draw my money out of that
pot" "What's the matter?" asked
one of the others. "You discarded
twice. al didn't, and you can't
draw your money. If you want to
play draw, why - draw ~ The
crowd rushed to the doors and
jammed through, the bar-keepers
lodged under the bar, and the pool
players took to their pins amid an
explosion of firearms and profanity
that would have done credit to John
A. Logan's division before Atlanta.
The firing didn't last long, and when
the boys ventured back they dis
covered the two fighters scuffiing on
the floor amid the smoke. They had
emptied their pistols without decis-
i've effect, and were still punching
and gouging each other as well as
they could. They were immedi,
ately separated and refreshed with a
dose of " step off," and matters We're
discussed by the crowd, while things
were being put to rights in the room.
Rube was hunting and shouting
for "that niger But no nigger
was forthcoming. "Wonder where
the devil he can be; may be he's
mapped slug" said Rube, peering
under the billiard table. 81 saw
him crawlin' on the floor, with his
wool stickin out like chunk of
bunch-grass. Thar warn kink in
it," said another. In a minute a
dozen men were actively searching
the premises for the
LOST CoNTRABAND.
They ransacked the back rooms,
and poked under the sidewalk; he
wasn't behind the bar; there was no
Niger in the wood -pile-nor yet in
the fence. By inquiring about town
it was soon ascertained that he had
not haen soon aince the fight COM
menced. Where vvuid hv Uor HO
certainly wasn't in the house, and
he surely could not have got out
and run away, without being seen
by somebody. The astonished
crowd, unable to solve the mystery,
had given him up for a gone niger,
and were just about taking drink
to his memory, when some one
called out, there's his shoes"
Sure enough, looking in the direc-
ton indicated, they plainly saw the
darkey's big shoes lying on the
hearth of the big stove. A closer
examination disclosed the fact that
the shoes contained feet, and attach
ed to the feet were found legs which,
being pulled vigorously, developed
a wriggIing darkey in a cloud of
ashes. He had bolted into the stove
in mortal terror at the firing, and
in his frantic efforts to turn aud shut
the door, had wedged himself in
so that he could not get out.
The boys shrieked with merri-
ment and were wild with glee, but
not one of them was so delighted
as Sam, and to this day no one can
tell the story OF his "narrer 'scape'
with halt so good grace as can that
young scape- grace himself. They
filled him with whisky and dashed
him with wine, and finally carried
him into the workroom and laid
him ont on table. Whenever the
bows wanted any fun thereafter they
had only to shut the door, get up
fight, and watch the darkey. 1t is
stated that out of seven trials he
never gave a chance.