Bozeman avant courier. [volume] (Bozeman, Mont.) 1872-1882, 1876-01-14

me in it. My old mother'll suffer.
Know that, for I I'm her only kid, a
= I've sent her every ounce of dust that
could spare, an tits all she he'd to live o
d Aud she = uin y svOd 'un to me, G.
:. bless her, and I'm sorry haven t lived
81 that l can camp with her up thar (raisir
b his fearful eyes towards Heaven,) al
d boys won't some of you write to her
, Tom Kirk knows where she llyes-a
5. tell her got let out b. an injun, or ne.
r. ged out naturally? F.r Gods sake don
J. let her know wa stlanglcd Th
G news 'u'd kill her, Rit then III chees
" this CAB, or yen think I'm weakenin
n an the man don't live as can skeer .rige
0 Jim. Elevateme, boys, jist as quick a
$ We please. Ian ready when you are"
n During this ecltal Jim's eyes were file
+ with tears. an( close observer woul
/ hayc detected silent weeping upon al
d sl,ics That magic word ''mother' ha,
: awakened tendG recollections in the breast
OF every one ofthose hardy mountaineers
Men WHO couh face death in any shap
, without particle of feeling did not tr,
to hide their tars at the mention of tha
, sacred name. mother! How sweet it sound
y ed in their ear. 1t carried them back Il
the happy d9s in the past when the,
we're blessed With the love of parents, be
fore the insathble thirst for gold had lee
D them to thes' mountain wilds. Not
word was sp'ken for few seconds, ant
then old Jobdre W bis horny hand acros
3 his watery eyes, and said in husk,
:, voice:
'Tige, ye, wouldn't break an oath, woule
.|ve?'
No. Job Dawson, not for friend or foe
Thar ain boy in the hills as can sa,
thet Jim eve: went back on even his giver
word. I'm rough un, an do sum mighty
wicked things; but when say thing
ye can gamble every dollar you We got on
it's bein' straight
We'll, Tige, we bad intended to swing
ye, an ye deserve swingin'. but l CAM
get rid IF that mother Ginning ye give
US. 'spect the old lady's set her hear
on seeing ye ag'in, an s wearing her ole
ed ekf1 %Sthaf SSih afG9klsaf mkss, an ts though haven
sot eyes on her sence 40, her picter's righ,
hya- in my heart, an it's pleading fol
yer old woman, Tige. It's rough, Tige,
rough, an lem me see--yes, darned cf
don't du it. Jack, cut them ar strings
SOS he can get his hans loose, Thar
thet's it. Now, Tige, hold up yer righ,
ham, an ef ever ye swared strong, do i,
now. Do ye swar by the great God, an
yer blessed old neither, that eff this court
discharges ye, yell lite right out for the
States. an go hum 10 the old lady an
comfort her as long as she stays out Of
heaven. Do ye swar to this, Tige, before
Almighty God an this court p
1 do, Job, an thar's my fist on il.
Put 'er thar. ! swar it, an IL pull stakes
rite off,
Then yer released on them terms, and
the boys III help ye git yer traps down to
the station; but mind. I tell ye, Tige, eff
yer ever caught in the hills ag'in yell go
up tree. Fellers, the courts over, an the
prisoner discharged
And Big Commche Bill, who stood
back j" the crowd, drew his pistol, aud
said:
Amen! And any snoozer that says
Job = law amt leva has got to fight me
right hyar.'
When the Unloa Pacific train was
about to leave Laramie the following day
a number Of n.oumainecrs might have
been seen shaking hands and bidding
farewell to buckskinclad companion
who stood upon the rear platform Of the
train. The citizens Of the place paid no
attention to their movements, as it is an
ery-day occurrence for ssme miner. who
hiss either struck It rich anL made his pile,
Or has had bad luck and become discon-
tented, to embark for the States. The
traveller was Tiger jim; and as the train
lew past Fort Saunders and began the
lscen, of the Black Hills range he gazed
lpon the distant peaks, clad in their gar-
nents or etefDal snow, and his breath
anne hard as he muttered:
IT'S hard TO leave ye. O!d hills, but its >
ither the States or necktie festival for
ne. an then I'll stick to that cast Iron
'ath of Job cf it takes the ha'r off,
WYOMING KIT.