The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1876-11-02
CRAZY HORSE, LINGUIsT.
Adventures of q Candidate Who Speaks
All Langusges-He is Ruined by
Chinese Cheap Labor.

As election day begins TO loom up in
, the distance candidates naturally feel
an anxiety which outsiders know moth
ing Of. Their brains are kept in a con-
slant churn, weighing this point and
that; their nights are ~sleepless and their
days but days of and UNI
certainty Such has been the case with
Crazy Horse Miller, Democratic candi-
date for the office of County Attorney.
Reclining upon his couch he carefully
weighed his chances and regarded them
as very slim. "One vote,u lie unused,
''may save me, and when the morrow
comes I'll off to the war-path and re-
turn not until the vote is secured y
The sun had scarcely crossed the
Missouri river before the anxious can
didate was upon the street. Observing
a portly individual approaching he said
to himself, "That's a German; I'll cap
ture him. When the meeting took
place our candidate stuck his paw
straight at the Teuton and said:
"Wegates, mynheer. Ply crackee but
l vas glad / met you. How vas your
belt und your frau, und der kinder ?
Whist glass beer haben ?"
II vas a bachelor, undI buys my own
peer" remarked the German, as he
passed on.
"Fortune favors the brave" mutter-
ed our friend, as he saw an Irishman
approaching.
"Jasus, Pat, but it isn't ye. Be the
powers o. mud. whin did 70 lave the
ould dart !? Faith, I've sane yer purity
mug often in ould Tip'rary, an it does
me sowl good to mate We. See here,
Pat, I'm runnin' for County A~ttirney,
an av coorse yen vote for an ould
counthryman, won't ye, now Pr
"Divil dam the vote NV mine yen
git. Pm for the other ticket, lathe an
toe nails, " and he too waltzed on.
The limber-tongued candidate began
to think the prospect gloomy, and was
upon the point of giving up the con-
flict when he observed a well known
gambler sauntering up the street. APP
preaching him with outstretched hand,
our candidate broke forth:
Hello. old sport; drop Ter there.
How's tricks with you ? Made a win
MIN lately? Lookee here, I'm droppin'
every check I've got on this political
trick, an / want you to back me.
You're a gam an so am !. Let's
double our piles am bust the bank
"Oh, give us a rest was the cheer
ing ~ reply received from the knight
of the green cloth.
A negro crossed the street toward the
disappointed aspirant, and he almost
cursed himself for not being also col
ored. .'But," he thought, eI'm rather
dark completed. Perhaps the cuss
will think I'm a mulatto.n So he ac-
costed him thusly:
Hello, boss. Fo God,.I thought you
was dead long ago. Why, de las time
1 seed you was on de ole Mississip. You
was steward on de Bob Lee, an 1 was
waitin' on de table. Yahl yah Well,
by the ole man, how is ye anyhow ?"
The darkey stepped back a pace or
two, and looking the aspirant oyer from
head to foot, muttered
Crazy fo' shua-or else de d--dest
fool white man / evah struck" And
he wheeled ABOUND the corner.
The politician became desperate, and
rushing into a Chinese wash-house yell
led out
Ski vi, ching chez, muck a hilo.
Wah chez XII yank."
"Whatee mattee you dam fool. Goo
bye" And the Celestial pitched him
into the street.
Bruised, tired, sick and hungry, he
sought his hash-house, and has resolved
to ~electioneer no more.