Mexico weekly ledger. (Mexico, Mo.) 1855-1956, 1877-06-28

TERROR NUMBER ONE.
FROM THE NEW YORK SUN. I

FROM THE NEW YORK SUN.
Every day the bull trains, mule
teams, and stage roll into the Blacl
Hills with their loads of ''fresh fish,
as the veterans call the new arrival.
from the East. These ''fresh fish
rush for hotels, boarding houses ant
saloons, get meal or lunch, and
are presently'seen walking up ant
down the streets of the frontier city
or collecting on the corners to heal
the latest news from diggings and the
prospects of striking job.
The other day, when wagon load
of bull-heads was dumped out in Gus.
ter City, as wagon loads had been
dumped out every day before since
grass started, the first man to wei
come them to the infant city was i
chap five feet high, and weighing ac-
cordingly. There was a blood-stain
on his left cheek, a scar on his right,
and he had fierce eyes, voice like a
roaring lion, and a bad limp in one
of his legs. He was whiting out a
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 Il Henry rifle, ran his eye
over the crowd, and called out, in an
awful voice:
us there anybody in that crowd
looking for Terror No. /? kase if
there is, here L am; and I'm just
aching to be shot full ofbullets weigh
ing pound apiece!"
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 a uniform movement
toward hip pockets.
Il 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 morning glory!" chuckled
the Terror. as he rested the butt Of
his rifle Oh the ground and iishcd up
Il siX-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.
Il don't own this town." continued
the Terror, as he laid his infant ar
mory across the head Of 4 barrell.
Il don't own foot of ground or
a share in any of the public buildings
erected ut the expense of taxpayers,
but when | stand on Washington
square and utter one yell this whole
town quakes. I'm Terror No. /,
di6lnrtf nHe, or. two other Terrors
the rcr'lar deaths head and cross
bones of the Black Hills region!"
Before he had ceased speaking most
of the new comers had disappeared,
some looking pale and anxious, and
others feeling shivers race up and
down their backs.
An hour later, when party of
five strangers from New England were
making the acquaintance OF the infer
nal beverages on sale in one of the
shanty saloons, and at the same time
pumping the proprietor about pros
poets. in walked the Terror. He
looked rs fierce rs catamount cheat
ed out of her desert, and there was
an awful growl in his voice as he call
ed out:
Five O'Clock by Omaha time. and
| haven't killed or been killed this
whole day long. Turn loose your
pet grizzels, unhitch your whirlwintls,
and let dozen wild lions come for
me at Oncc.'
Take something to drink. my
good friend" mildly replied the
saloonist. ''You are welcome here,
but YOU don't drop in half often
enough. Don't be afraid to pour out
what you want
'sTo tell the honest truth, Steve"
said the Terror, as he poured out
nearly half a pint of the worst whisky
ever made, II came in here to kill
some one but you are a white man
clear down to your toe nails, and L
won't raise no row. That's good
whisky, that is, and if you want any
one in Custer City put under the
ground, just give me his name. Can
you think of any one?'
The saloon keeper reflected for
moment, as he slowly wiped off his
bar with an old calico apron, and
finally replied:
'sNo, don't think of any one just
now, but something will probably turn
up in day or. two. Amy time you
feel thirsty come in and help your
self.
One of the five men had formerly
been Il moulder in Troy stove foun-
dry, and he had been slosely watch
ing the Terror. All of a sudden he
held out his hand for shake, cheer
fully observing. &.
s'Pll bet 100 to l that we used to
work, board and room together.