The Somerset press. [volume] (Somerset, Ohio) 1873-1977, 1876-01-07
MISCELLANY.
WAKING UP THE WRONG MAN.
How a Party OF Miners Frightened
N ssSnO0Zer."
TFror the Territorial Enterprise;]

SSnOozer.''
From the Territorial EnteTprise;]
An evening or two since some Of the
employees of the Ophir Company found
an intoxicated man sleeping off his ov
er allowance of 'taraniula juice" among
the shavings in one of the temporary
shops near the works. They had soIne
trouble in getting the fellow aroused.
and n~ere in trying to make him COM
prehend where he was, or rather that he
was not in a place where he legitimalely
belonged.
1t was determined by the men who
found the boozy party that they would
give him such fright thar he would
never again venture within a mile ofthe
works. Therefore they told their man
that they had positive orders TO kill any
person found about the works after 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
bOL Ah ~ aAtpAC N4teAa1NNT
their orders were imperative.
The man tried to beg of. saying that
he did not know how he 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 a place in the open country
where FIVE or six rifled cannon, belong
ing to the Nevada Artillery, have been
standing since the day Of the Ere. Two
stout men then seized the trembling
''snoozer," and placing his head in front
Of the muzzle of one of the guns, told
him he had but three minutes to live, as
they were about 10 blow his head of.
Again the man begged for mercy say
ing that he had only taken drop too
much and got into the shed he knew not
how, but certainly without any evil in
tehtions.
Said a man who had taken his place
at the breech of the gun. and was taking
some matches from his vest pocket: "If
you have any word to leave for a wife,
and old father or mother, or any friend
or relative, you will do we'll to make
known your wishes"
81 reckon ] hain't got airy wife, or old
father or mother, or anybody else as
cares chaw of tobacker about me-"
"Well. but have you no dying wish,
no dying request?"
"Well. now you talk. Won't make a
request?"
lyon may, and be quick about it.
lighting a MATCH as when I apply this
match to the touch-hole of this gun, of
goes your head. You have request to
make?"
stranger, hev."
"Out with it, then. We can't fool with
You all night when there may be other
fre-hugs prOwling about the works"
81 kin hev my last request, then?"
"You can"
'---Est' Fen went GO gorhessteekR rhselkR %. Qae?' -
NO"
"Whatever ak you'll .grant?'
'Don't I say SO? Let's hear your dy-
ing request, or dab goes match into
this powder, and off goes your headp'
"Well, then, as have your word as a
gentleman, my last and only desire is
that your put me at the other end of
the gun before you stick that match in
ter its touch-hole."
"Too thinl" cried all hands. Good,
but too thin! You don't get of that
wayp
"Oh, hop said the snoozer, "you go
back on yer word. do yer? Yer don't
know who am, reckon, You don't
know you've picked up Bill, Slicer from
the Muddy Fork of the MoAicanl" And
suddenly shaking himself free of the
hold of the men who held his arms. he
reached down into the top of his right
boot and brought out a revolver nearly
as large as Gatling gun.
/ OH, NO! CoChllS the lOTulAudOle
shooting iron. "go back on your word?
Go back on my dyin' request? Now ]
know the kind of men I've got to deal
with-infernal. liars and murderersI"
Half this speech had not been conclud-
ed-indeed, the pistol had hardly click
ed-hefore there was wild scattering OF
the little party of practical jokess.
They ran behind the groups Of cannon,
bounded over the cemetery fence toward
the shelter OF the tombstones, and in
short rolled and tumbIed in all direr-
tions.
ooh, hop criod Old Bill, "why don't
yer stand by yer gun? Come out of your
holes! You've got bigge5a;5Szee nor l
hev, but I've get the most shots, and II
give yer fair fight and die camel Wall
here's some for you at randomP and
Old Bill let off a couple of shots among
the cannon and tombstones.
The jokers were mighty glad wher
their old snoozer ceased to rage abou
the spot and took his way, mutteringly
toward the distant lights of the town.