Weekly Trinity journal., 1876-10-07

hoIic hclEipul up tut NdlltN.'
Reckon I'd better block his game,
And 10 the thing at onc't-
Besides don't much like this same
Rough way o. being bounced.'
'When Sam had got off bout milo,
He heard Mimic hum,
Looked round and thar war Van all heolet
Who after him had cum.'
Not fancyng much that Minnie's tone,
Sam put off on run,
Like he would rather save his own
Than raise the ha'r o Nan.'
And so they rid-wal. | spcct.
Nigh ON three mile race
Exchanging shots without effect
W hen Van gave up the chase
Leastwise lay off, for about midnight,
When Sam came back to Lute's,
lie let him out in squar fight,
Jes' standin' in his boots
Next day the jury found deceased,
His name was Samuel Brown,
And further that they all believed
lie had been taken down.
BY one Van Sickle, and somewhar
About I4uke Old's last night,
And ON their solemn oaths did swar
He saryed the ID cuss right"
Bully for Vaul He's hard to boat
And for the jury, too
Though most shame that way to cheat
The gallOws of its due
'Whar's sailor Jack, that used to cruise
With Alabam and lHnk,
Them chaps that bilked the boarding house
And burst the faro Bank?'
Jack left the country on a ship.
And t'others, | don't know as
They ever got back from II trip
They tuck to Barbaccas.
Hear anything of Teddy Karn,
Or Bruiser Bob Magoon?'
Both down thar at the liay, hearn,
Keeping BIT Saloon.''
And him that wore tho big moostache?'
You moan that rich French Count
| He's down thar too-a singing hash
AT the Minors Restaurant
'Y-a.s, .'Frsco's lousy with them kind,
| And buns of all condition
Some 'capping' for the pEMI MONDE,
Some playing politician.'
But tell me, jim, about the sights,
And what you've done and seen;
Reckon yoI had some 'Pncha fights,
Down yOnder whore you've buen?'
'1-a-s, got us in n rocky pass
And thar corrallcd one day,
| They had II dead sure thing on us
Couldn't light nor get away
And fore our party could back out,
They shot poor Frod Mckcnn;
The arrows flying thick about,
And not II varmint SEEM
And when | found that Fred would die,
felt almighty bad,
And jist laughed out couldn't cry,
| was so thundorin mad!'
And then said, now look here, boys,
Et you would save your lives,
You jist put up them shootin toys,
And sail in with your knives.
And raisin' quick the 'Pache whoop,
! started on ahead -
And didn't t'others back you upP
Yes, Dan, you bet they didp
And when the cusses seed us come,
They raised scrOuging yell,
10 which our boys sang out each one,
Wade in an give 'em---hts!'
And of our band b'lieve the whole
Was wounded more or less;
But we made good Indians of them ALL
And they'll stay good guess''
Poor Fred, when came back TO him,
Though trying hard to speak,
Could only say: tell mother, jim,
He was so powerful weak
And next day we made bis gravo
Upon little knoll,
Under the shade Of a mosquit grove,
On the road TO Cristoyal.'
we had after that another fight,
With them yar pesky fellows,
Down ut Arroyo Saucelite,
Among the little willows
But thar they didn't get us foul -
We'd larnt their sncakin ways
And you can swar we made 'em howl,
And get between two days.
As for their name. why, Dan, sch frights
You never came acrOst-
'Espiritu Sant0,' which the whites
They call the Holy Ghost
"Cas Mariquitas,' Juan de Di0s'-
These names they seem 50 funny,
We christ ned one the 'Runty Marias,'
And tothor 'Pious johnny
We altered heaps o Greaser names
Los Ojos de lnez.
Sierra Blanco, 'Sebastians,
El Cobra and La Pan
so, too, we changed 'mongst other things,
san Pedro to st. Pate
The Eyes of IneH to Mud Springs
La Paz' 10 Quaker Flat
"El Pajara' we ecalled The Bird
La keina,' Gypsy Queen
Salinas and 'El Rio Verde
Salt River and The Green
'San Nicholas we dubbed old Nic,'
'Morino, Dirty Dun,'
Arroyo MuertO,' Murder Creek
'Puerco, 'Ground-lIog- RUM
W cut our names on every cross,
And burnt some of the ground,
10 lot the natives know their boss,
The White man had been round
Warm thar! Why, Dan, twas jos that
That beans were cooked we'll done,
And we always billed the cOflce-pot
1t standing in the sum-
Soldiers who died they nearly frozo--
Least that's the story they tell
And sent right back for their underclothos
The moment they got to-well.
Not to the land Of the holy ones,
Whar blood shall cease TO flow;
And thar being no use for these sons of guI
They're not very apt to go.'
'Staid there three years and then turned sou
Came back to Camp McPhail,
And so on down to Quesnelle Mouth,
And cross La Hache Trail
TO Kamloods and 0kinakane,
And through the Graud Coule,
BY way of the Samilkaneen,
Clear round to Lootenae.'
Stopped till made raise again,
Then started out anew,
And striking cross by Ceur d. Alene,
Came on to Idaho"