The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1875-12-27
THE WRONG "sNoozuR.. {.
How Party Of Virginia City Miners Walked u
the Wrong Man.

AI1a WA0N1 DIN 01AJn.
How Party Of Virginia City Miners Walked Up
the Wrong Man.
An evening or two since, says the
Territorial Enterprise, some of the en-
ployes of the Ophir Company found an
Intoxicated man sleeping of his over
allowance of "tarantula juice" among
the shayings in one Of the temporary
shops near the works. They had some
trouble in getting the fellow aroused,
and more In getting him to comprehend
where he was, or rather that he was not
in place where he legitimately be.
longed.
1t was determined by the men who
found the boozy party that they would
give him such fright that he would
never again venture within mile of the
works. Therefore; they told their man
person found about the works alter
dark, They said it was thing they did
not like to do, but the works had lately
been destroyed by fire and the company
were not In humor TO take any more
chahces-their orders were imperative.
The man tried to beg of, saying that
he did not know how be came into the
shed, and swearing by all that was good
and bad he meant no harm, but all would
not do.
He was seized and dragged some dis.
tance up the hill toward the Masonic
| Cemetery, to place in the open country
where five or six rided cannon belonging
to the Nevada Artillery have beer
standing since the day Of the fire. Two
stout men then seized the trembling
1snoozer," and placing his head In front
of the muzZle of one Of the guns told him
he had bat three minutes to live, as they
were about to blow his head off.
Again the man begged for mercy, say.
ing that he had only taken a drop toe
much and got into the shed, he knew no,
how, but certainly with no evil inten
tions.
Said man who had taken his place al
the breech Of the gun, and was taking
some matches from his vest pocket: "f
you have any word to leave for wife
an old father and mother, or any frienc
or relative, you will do wel4 to make
known your Wishes"
81 reckon hain't got ary wife or Ole
father or mother or anybody as cares {
chaw of tobacker about me-"
"Weii, but have you no dying request,
no dying wishW
+Wel now you talk. Mout / make a
requestW
"You may, and be quick about i
(lighting a match J, Tor when apply thi.
match to the toucn hole OF this gun, of
goes your head. You have arequest t,
makeT
"Ssranger, hev."
tt0ut with it thea. We can't foel with
You all night, when there may be other
fire bugs prowling about the works."
81 ken have my last request, them"
"Yon can"
"You won't 60 back on me?"
"No."
>@NNhatever ak you'll grant?"
1Dent | say SOP Let's hear your dy
ing request, or dab goes match init
| this powder and off goes your headTv
swell, then, as have your word as
gentleman, my last and only desire i
that yoa'll put me at the other end O
| the gun before yer stick that match itte,
4 it's tOuch-hole."
ssToo thinl" cried all hands. ssGood
bat Toe thial You don't get off thai
| wayw
''Oh, ho!s said the sneezer, syou q,
back on yur word, do yers Yer dom
know. who / am, 1 reckon. You dom
know who you've picked up, Bill SIioer
from the Muddy Fork Of the Mohicani'
And suddenly shaking himself free froI
the hold of the men VINO held his arms
he reached down into the top of his righ
boot and brought out a revolver nearIl
as large as a gatling gun.
sou, hol cooking his formidabl
shooting-iron, ssgo back on your word
10 back on my dyin' requestp Now
know what kind of men I've got to dea
with-internal liars and murderersw
Halt this speech had not been con
ciuded-indeed the pistol had hardll
clicked-before there was a wild scat
tering OF the little party of practica
lockers.
They ran behind the groups OF cannon
bounded over the cemetery fence towar,
the shelter of the tombstones, and 4,
short rolled and tumbled in all direc
tions.
"Oh, hoi" cried Old Bill, why dom
yer stand by yer guni Come out OF We
holest You've got bigger gun nor
hev, but Pye got the most shots, and II
| give yer fair fight and die game! Wall
here's some for you at randoml" ant
| Old Bill let off couple of shots among
the cannon and tombstones.
The jokers were mighty glad whei
their old snoozer ceased to rage aboul
the spot, and took his way mutteringlj
toward the distant lights Of the town.