The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1877-06-28
TERROR NUMBER ONE.

1 OIL " u VI Is ONE.
Every day the bull trains, mule teams,
and stages roll into the Black Hills with
their loads of "fresh fish," as the veter-
ans call the new arrivals from the East.
| These fresh fish, rush for hotels.
boarding houses, and saloons, get meal
or lunch, and are presently seen walk
ing up and down the streets of the from
tier city, or collecting on the corners to
hear the latest news from the diggings,
and the prospects of striking job.
The other day, when wagon load of
| bullheads was dumped out in Custer
City, as wagon loads had been dumped
out every day before since grass started,
the first man to welcome them to the in
FAINT city was chap five feet high, and
weighing accordingly. There was a
| blood stain ON his left cheek, scar on
his right, and he had fierce eyes, voice
like a roaring lion, and bad limp in one
of his legs. He was whit ling out tent
pin with a big bowie-knife as the wagon
drove up, and, pushing the knife down
the back of his neck, he lifted up a
Henry rifle, ran his eye over the crowd,
and called out in an awful voice:
" Is there anybody in that crowd look
ing for Terror No. L? Kase if there is,
here am; and m just aching to be shot
full of bullets weighing pound apiecer'
No one was looking for him. Some
looked at him, and some looked across
the street on purpose not to see him,
| while there was uniform movement to-
ward hip pockets.
81 didn't know but that some of you
might have come out here from New
York or Boston to plant me under the
sweet Jessamine or the climbing morn
ing glory! !'' chuckled the Terror, as he
rested the butt of his rifle on the ground
and fished up asix-shooter from his boot
leg.
There were men from New York and
Boston in the party, but they didn't
want to bury anybody just then.
81 don't own this town." continued
the Terror, as he laid his infant armory
across the head of a barrel. 8" I don't
own foot of ground or share in any
of the public buildings erected at the
expense of taxpayers, but when I stand
on Washington square and utter one yell
this whole town quakes. I'm Terror
No. 1. There's one or two other Terrors
around here, but Tn the boss-Im the
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the Black Hills region r'
Before he had ceased speaking most
of the newcomers had disappeared,
some looking pale and anxious, and 9TH
backs
An hour later, when a party of five
strangers from New England were max
Ing the acquaintance of the internal
beverages on sale in one of the shanty
saloons, and at the same time pumping
the proprietor about prospects, in walked
the Terror He looked as fierce as g
catamount cheated out of her dessert
and here was an awful growl in his voice
as he called out
Give o'clock by Omaha time, and
haven't killed or been killed this whole
day long Turn loose your pet grizzlies
unhitch your whirlwinds, and let {
dozen wild lions come for me at once -
"Take something to drink, my good
friend" mildly replied the saloorist
"You are always welcome here, but yor
don't drop in half often enough. Don
be afraid to pour out all you want. :"
"To tell the honest truth, Steve,
said the Terror, as he poured out nearly
half a pint of the worst whisky eve
made, 81 came in here to kill some one
but YOU are a white man clear down tx
your toe-nails. and / won't raise no row
That's good whisky, that is, and if yor
want anyone in Custer City put unde
ground, just give me his name. Cm
you think of anyone %
The saloon-keeper reflected for mo
ment, as he slowly wiped off his bar will
an old calico apron, and finally he re
piled:
"No; I don't think of anyone jus
now, but something will probably tur
up in day or two. Any time you fee
thirsty come in and help yourself.
One of the five men had formerly bee
molder in Troy stove foundry, an
he had been closely watching the Tel
, ror All of sudden he held out hi
hand for shake, eheerfully observing
"Ill bet you 100 to 1 that we use
to work, board and room together.
The Terror reached out his hand
closely scanned the molder's face, an
after moment he said to the whole five
Gentlemen, come out doors and tax
seats on the bench. 1 begin to kno'
this man, and dom want to answer an
questions in here ?"
"Well, but 1 am surprised to fin
you outhere and rugged up in this style,
: remarked the molder, as the men foun
seats.
$50 you may be-" slowly replied th
Terror. ''When I worked In Troy the1
wasn't a man or boy about the shop VIII