Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1874-06-10
BY FRANK TRIPLETTE.

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BY FRANK TRIPLETTE.
How long?" did you say, young Teller, had been
livin' here?
Well nigh as | kin kallerlate, hits onter fifteen
year;7s
Thar wasn't no railroads running, nor even thought
But the cattle trains bull-whacked by a bully
lot er men;
Thar warn't no courts in them days, and the only
law was sshoot,"
And fine quickest on the trigger sure to win his
suit.
mind little Teller that folks called sOld Kahn
tuck"
What ca rried big bowie and heart plumb full CT
pluck;
He war a ringtaied squealer from the roarin river
And was mighty fond of wnnin and likewise Bour-
bon malt.
He always winned his battles though he warnt
much the talk,
But oh etarnal sarpint! how quick he'd walk the
chalk
Of any human critter that you have ever see.
Eff they would dar to cross him, when he
sprees
I member "Bloody" jackson, vicious sort er
cuss,
That was pizen pagin kickin' up muss.
But he run aein Kintucky on one barmy, summer
day,
and of all the fights record, I've heerd many
say,
Thar warnt not one 10 equal this here for grit or
nerve,
For Jack war old chawed rosn and Kintuck he
wouldn't swerve;
Hit was all about Jacks that that thar fuss
begin,
FOR Kintuck had tuck his davy that by the powers
of sin,
Eff sBleody" Jackson struck her (and that war
Jacks kind style),
He'd bust him sure as shootin' even eff his hide
should Spite.
For Kintuck he liked the wi1nmen, and war kind in
his sort er way,
And I've heerd fellers what know'd him often and
often say,
They've know'd him to give to poor ones the last
red cent he had,
And for that kind er heather, yer know, that that
wasn't bad
But I'm getting away from the subject (ef yer hev
it I'd like chaw),
Which war Ktntuck's method of practicing bowie
knife law.
Well, Jack sure huff got benzined and went for
Mol with a stick,
heerd every lick.
But he didn't want advantage, SO he flrd his
kag up full,
And piled into Jack, the pagin, as mad as a red
hot bull.
And it war real beautiful the battle that war fit;
They gouged and tore and yelled and swore and cut
and shot and bit
rs Bloody" Jack, he fit like chicken that's got a
sight of blood
But Kintuck war like them gyants, what lived afore
the food.
For though Jack mauled and cut him, he never
said word,
But slashed away with his bowie like well heeed
fightin' bird.
At last they gind to weaken, and then the folks
could
That Jack would never lick Mol again when he
spree,
For he laid stretched out gaspin, like dog that
pants for wind,
But his smile like woman's, or childs that's
never sinned;
SO throws up my hand in this game, boys, and my
checks passes in,
For I've bucked agin game this time, luck
wouldn't let me win;
And Kintuck old partner, let's shake before
I've passed
To the land where we all must vamose, (for death
will win at last y
owe you no grudge, old Teller, and-crawl closer
would you see
That Mol don't want for nuthin'-for she'll miss
even me.
L war hard at the best-I own it-but KEEP the
wolf from the door:
Kintuck I free forgive you, and now-good bye
once more"-
With that he died, and Kintuck weepn like
chile,
But Jack he wore a quiet and peaceful kinder
smile;
For all this stuff bout sinners dy1n' SIGH horrid
deaths
Is bosh-I've seen hundred gasp out their dyin'
breaths;
For God who made u.s. give US SIGH mighty dif'rent
ways,
Thars some and cusses, and some as
preach and prays,
And God forgiyes easy, with mercy jist the
same,
The saints that sing in meetin and the sinner that
dies game:
For all of them's appinted, and has their work to
do,
And the .onors in the games to them as hoes their
straight through
Now this may sound some singler to all yer CITY
men,
But eff it hadn't been for Jack and sich jist tell me
where you'd been,
Not settin here lstenin', for the Injuns or the
bar
Would be a-chewin of yer bones, or liftin' of yer
har
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