Dodge City times., 1877-09-08
THE MAN FROM DEADwOOD.
Incidents of Life I'm the Bfack Hills-How
the Overland Coaches are Robbed-An
Extensive Conspiraey-Funereal Wit
Rough the Hebrews-A Thrilling sto-

PHILADELPHIA, August IL, 1S1.-A
man from Deadwood City, the great
metropolis of the Black Hills, passed
through here the other day. He has
Just quit driving the overland stage to
Deadwood, which place he emphatical-
ly pronounces the most diabo!ical town
on earth, and beyond question the wick
eldest spot this side of the internal re-
gions. He has come back TO Goods
country as he calls the East, to get a
littl. money that has been left him, and
TO see his old home before he goes back
TO get some more holes shot through
him, as he puts il. The man from Dead
wood is one Of those quaint. original
characters that are essentially Ameri-
can, and only found in all their Gncon-
ventiona,ity in the great West. After
you have o2nversed with him five min
utes you will Sud him to be shrewd,
observing sort oil man, quick and
keen as a razor, with a dry humor and
peculiarly expressive vocabulary, ,rath-
er slangy, it is true, ard at times coarse
and profane, but always yividly pictur
esque, apt and striking.
AN EvENTFUL HISTORY.
The man from Deadwood has a his
tory. The nephew of one Of the richest
and best known men in Brooklyn and
of one the Empire States most distin-
euished United States Senators, he
comes of good stock. But he has always
been rolling stone, and his fondness
of adventure and change of scene have
taken him nearly all over
the world, into many occupations
and professions, and fully
initiated him into the ups and downs of
rowing life. As Snowman he has
travelled through the North and West,
as soldier in the rebellion he went
through the South. and as sailor he has
circumnayigated the globe. His fond
ness for horses kept him in the circus
business for some years, and he knows
all the old showmen, from old Dad
Stickney and John Robinson to Barnum
and the Hippodrome people. of all of
whom he is full of anecdote. With the
circus business he has been engaged in
various capacities, but generally in
charge of stock, and he is justly proud
of the fact that he is one of the few driv-
ers in the business who can successfully
handle sixteen-horse golden circus
chariot with brass band. Lately he
has been roughing it in the West, saw
the shooting of Wild Bill and the hang
ing of the assassin, and has more recent
", as an overland stage driver, expert
enced life in Deadwood City, the new
mining town in the Black Hills that has
already earned the reputation of being
the most depraved community under the
sun.
In view of the interest that attaches
TO this phase of American border life l
have tried TO jot down aportion of what
this man from Deadwood told me about
this typical mining town of the far West.
Between expectorations of tobacco juice
Were the answers TO my questions given
by the man from Deadwood, whose
manner of speech had a peculiarly sol
emn drawl that was very odd and anus
ing.
No LAW AND NO SUNDAY.
"Is Deadwood as rough and lawless
4 place as we are told by the Western
newspapers"
"Worse. | don't know what the pa
pers say of it, but know it's worse'n
any language can tell. It's the ornery-
est place this side of -. There's no
law an no Sunday. Every mans his
own court, an his revolver is lawyer,
Judge, jury, an eNecntioner-especially |
execuiioner. An the gamblin', drinkin' |
and fightin' goes ON all the time, day |
an night. You wouldn't know when
Sunday comes around if you didn't put /
il down in book
SOFT THING FOR coRoSERs.
Murders? oh, yes. there's plenty
o. them, but they don't call 'em that.
At least three a day on an average;
some fellow re,s the worst of an arpy