The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1877-06-17
"TERRoR NO. L."
His Brief but Brilliant Career in Custer
Its Timely and Inglorious Ending.
CUSTER CRY, June 10.

CUSTER CITY, June Is.
The other day, when a wagon load of
emigrants arrived here, as wagon loads
have arrived for months, the first man
to welcome them to the infant city was
a 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 a fierce eye, ii voice like a a
ing lion, and a bad limp in n 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 a
Henry rifle, ran his eye over the crowd,
and called out, in an awful voice:
SIS there anybody in that crowd
looking for Terror No. l? Kase if
there is, here I am; and Pm aching to
be shot full of bullets weighing a pound
apiece!''
No one was looking for him. Some
looked at him and some looked across
the street OH purpose not to see him,
while there was a uniform movement
towards 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 a 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.
81 don't own this town. continued
the Terror, as he laid his infant armory
across the head of Il barrel; ~ don't
own a foot of ground or a share in any
of the public buildings erected at the
expense of the Taxpayers, but when 1
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 I'm the
boss-I'm the regl'ar deaths head and
cross-bones of the Black Hills region"
Before he had ceased speaking most
of the newcomers had disappeared,
some looking pale and anxious, and
others feeling shivers race up and down
their backs.
An hour later, when Il party of five
strangers from New England were
making the acquaintance of some of
the beverages on sale in n of the sa-
looms, and at the same time pumping
thh proprietor about prospects, in
walked the Terror. He looked as fierce
as a catamount cheated out of her des-
sert, and there was IN awful growl in
his voice as he called out:
Five o'clock by Omaha time, and 1
haven't killed or been killed this whole
day long Turn loose your pet griz-
lilies, unhitch your whirlwinds, and let
4 dozen wild lions conn for me at
once!n
flake something TO drink, my good
FRIEND" mildly replied the %saloonist.
"You are always welcome here, but
you don't drop in half often enough.
Don't be afraid to pour out all you
WANT
s'To tell you tine truth, Steve" said
the Terror, as he poured out nearly half
4 pint of the worst whisky ever made,
Il came in to kill some one, but you
are a white man clear down to your toe
nails, and / won't raise no row. That's
good whisky, that IS, and if you want
any one in Custer city put under
ground, just give me his name"
At that moment three men on horse
back came down the street, and the
Terror jumped out with q screech and
shouted:
"Here's the hollyhock you are look
ing for. Here's the modest violet who
wants to be carved up, and fed to the
wolves -
They weren't looking for him, and
they got away OH the gaiiop. The par
ty from the east went out among the
diggings and were absent a whole week.
When they returned here they inquired
for the Terror, and Il hotel keeper re-
piled:
Eyes, they did use to call him the
Terror, l believe, but they didn't know
him. He was whooping around here in
his usual awful style three or four days
ago, swearing that he must kill some
body, when a tinsmith from Dayton,
Ohio, took his rifle and bowie knife
away, spit tobacco juice on his hat, and
then kicked him the whole length of
this street. The Terror was an awful
coward. gentlemen-a regular rag-baby
under the bed, and he'll never be seen
in Custer again"
Call and examine Polack's large stock
of clothing before buying. je15-tf