The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1874-06-13
+" Kintuck."-A- Colorado Legend
BY FRAr TX TRIPLETTE


How iong?" did you say, young Teller, had been
liyfn' here?
Well nigh 1 kin k llkerlate, hits onter fifteen
year,
Thar wasn't railro Ids running nor even thopgbt
of then,
But the cattle trains was bull-wha eked by bully
lot er men;
Thar warnt no courts in them days. and the only
law was Shoot
And the quickest on the trigger war sure to win his
suit.
1 mind little feller that folks called .'old Kahn
tuck"
What carried biz; bowie and heart plumb fun f
pluck;
He ring tale squealer from the roarin' river
And was mighty fond of winnin' and likewise Bour-
bon malt
He always winped his battles, though he warnt
much on the talk,
But oh etarnal sar'pint! how quick he'd walk the
chalk
OF any human crittar that you have ever see,
Eff they would dar to cross him, when he war on a
spree.
member "Bloodyn Jackson, vicious sort er
| cuss,
| That pizen )agin on kickin' up muss.
But he run agin Kintucky one barmy summer
| day,
And of all the fights on record, I've heerd many
Thar warnt not one to equal tins here for git OF
| nerve,
For Jack war OH chawed rosn, and Kintuck he
| wouldn't sverye;
Hit was all about Jacks woman that that thar fuss
| begin,
|
| of sin,
| Eff {" Bloody Jafts-n struck her F(and that wal
| Jacks kinder style,
| He'd bust him sure as shootip' even eff his hide
should spie.
| his sort Il way,
| often Sc.
They've kno''d him to give TO poor ones the last
red ceit he had,
And for thu kind er heather, yer know, that that
| WASH bad.
| But I'm getting away from the subjict (ef yer hov
| it II like a Chawl,
| Which VIZ Kintucks method of praCticing bowie
| knife law.
| Well Jak sure huff got benzned and went for
| NIL with stick,
| And Kntuck, though moren forty rod off, he plain
| lrerd every lick.
But he didn't want advantage, SO he illd his
| lag up full
Aud pied into Jack, the pagin, as mad as red
lot bull.
And il war real beautiful the battle that war fit;
They 5ouged and tore and yelled and swore and cut
| and shot and bit
'sBl,ody" Jack, he fit like a chicken that's got a
sight of blood,
But Kintuck war like them gyants, what lived afore
| the flood.
Fol though Jack maued and cut him, he never
| said word
Put slashed away with his bowie, like well heeled
fghtin' bird.
At last they 'gind to weaken, and then the folks
! could see
I That Jack would never lick Mol again when he
on spree,
For lie laid stretched out gaspin, like dog that
| pants for wind,
But his smile war like a woman's. child's that's
never sinned;
| 81 throws up my hand in this game, boys and my
checks passes in,
For I've bucked agin game this time, lucl
| wouldn't let me win;
And now Kintuck old partner let's shake before
I've passed
| To the land where all must vamose, (tor death
| will win at lastly
l owe you no grudge, old teller, and-craw closer
| would you
| That Mol don't want for nuthin'-for she'll miss
me.
| | war hard at the best own it-but | KEEP the
| Kintuck l free forgive you, and now-good bye
| once more -
With that he died, and Kintuck war weepin' like
| a chile,
But Jack he wore quiet and peaceful kinder
| smile;
For all this stuff bout sinners dyin' sich horrid
| deaths
Is bosh-rve hundred gasp out their dyin
breaths
For God, who made us, give us SIGH mighty dif'rent
| ways,
| Thar's some as swears and cusses, aud some as
preach and prays,
And God forgives easy, with mercy jist the
same,
The saints that sing meetin' and the sinner that
dies game;
For all of theme appnted, aud has their work to
do,
And the honors in the games to them hoes their
rows straight through
Now this may sound some singer TO all yer city
men,
where you'd been,
Not settin here hstenin', for tie Injuns or the
Would be a-chewIn of yer bones, or hftin' of yer
har.