The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1877-09-27

DALLAS, Texas, Sept. %, 1877.
ED. TRIBUNE A new conner in a
Texas town always enjoys himself
After spending n short time looking
around the place, he grows weary and
| asks the hotel clerk if there is any chance
of having little fun that day. The
clerk, scratching his head moment,
says : ''well dun mo I reckon we can
get up something for you before night.
Hav'nt been shot at yet, have you
No! Oh, well, you will be, soon. just
| loaf around the street awhile, and even if
| you amt shot at yourself, you can dodge
| the bullets intended for some other per-
son. Maybe You might object to its
coming in that way-sort o second hand,
you know, and if you do, why, wait a
little while and I'll go out with you and
L guess we can get up something real
lively" AS is most generally the case,
two minutes later that guest is studying
the time table for leaving on the next
train or stage line, and not even the
clerks promise to let him carry the re-
volver that he shot man with last week
can keep him over night.
Your correspondent has had several
occasions to dodge 3'these yere second
hand bullets, but SO far with good sue
cess.
You will remember in my letter of
February %, I made mention of two
persons being killed in the house I stop
at, and now another has been added to
the list. My employer, Ben Long, U.
S. Commissioner, was shot and killed
near his own door, by a drunken desper-
ado who was running muck, and who
also wounded three other men who gave
chase, but of no avail the murderer
was brought to bay and killed by COW
boy, who mounted on a mustang pony,
joined the chase. AS is the case in all
newly settled countries where the emil
grafton is large, there comes among
them men-who want to live by their
wits, being too lazy to work-go to
gambling, drinking, and in short time
are on the road to robbery, murder, etc.
Only yesterday afternoon two disguised
men, being masked with a covering
through which holes were made so they
could see, their hands gloved, and
wearing long black gowns that complet
ly enveloped their bodies, and reaching
to the ground, stopped farmer going
home, who having brought in some cot
ton and received $110 therefor, only
miles from the city, and robbed him in
broad daylight in Claude Duval fashion.
I give below an extract from the Austin
Statesman of August 7th
What will we do !? We could devote col
umns to the record of crime now being perpe-
trated in Texas. Out of scores of exchanges
the exception is to examine one which does
not contain one or more fearful crimes. Muir
der is daily on the increase, and in portions OF
the State whole communities are given over to
the WORK of blood. Men and women are muir
dered in cold blood and 10 reward even is Of
fered for the arrest of the murderers. Com
munities live for days and weeks, under
bloody terrorism, and the local authorities are
rendered powerless."
I am glad to state that for the past
two months the Texas Rangers and rigi-
lance committees, are doing good work
in this line, and all over the tate we
hear of the arrest or mobbing of some
noted character. Let the work go on,
and in a few wears Texas will no LONGER
be the dark and bloody ground, but the
home of peace and plenty.
1t may be of some interest to sports
men to learn that the plains of Texas is
the hunters paradise. The prairies
abound with all kinds of game. Buffalo
run in droves of from SO 20 5000, while
deer, gazelles, bears, panthers, wild cats,
ETC., are numerous. 1t would seem that
enough buffalo hides have been shipped
to the railroads this season from the
plains west, to cover, if spreed out, the
entire Manitowoc county. At least two
trains week, averaging from two to
five carloads, have been shipped to the
north for months past. But such slaugh
ter must end in the speedy destruction
of the vast herds of buffalo, leaving them
in few yeats Ia existance only IN the
history of the past.
Weather is pleasant. Everybody is
busy now picking, ginning and baling
cotton, while the merchants look happy,
trade is lively, and everything's lovely.
Respectfully yours,
CHARLES BURMKIsTER.