The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1877-01-12

How He fntimidased Some Citizens and
How He Was Canvassed and
Counted in by the City Hall
Returning Board.


Z He came sailing into town yesterday
afternoon, riding a calico pony IA six
shooter and a bowie-knife of formidable
size ornamented his belt, which was
studded with cartridges, and from it
hung a couple Of Indian scalps, the stiff
black hair being twisted into fantastic
braids. Riding upon the sidewalk in
front of Dyer hotel, he drew a revolt
yer and ordered a tramp who was stand
ing by to open. the door, that he might
ride into the Office. The tramp man.
aged to muster sufficient courage to
protest.
"Lookee here, y said the fellow: .Do
yer know who 1 am? I'mther Blue-Eyed
Bull-Dozer of the Black Hills, and I'm
goin' ter ride in Their and register my
self and pony''-and he cooked his
weapon and drew a bead OH the tramp.
The door flew open, the tramp rush
ing away down an alley at the same
time. The bull-dozer rode in, wheeling
up to the desk and fiourishing his re-
yolyer in SO reckless a manner that
Aleck, the clerk, sought safety under
the counter. Tim Dyer was at that
moment playing n game of billiards, but
the racket in the Office startled him and
III In hand, he rnJhed out to see what
was up. The bull-dozer had obtained a
pen and was endeavoring to register
when Tim reached the spot. The lat
ter was somewhat intimidated by the
revolver, but managed to blandly in
formed his would-be guest that every
room in the house and stable was full.
Strange to say, this was satisfactory,
and the B. E.-B D. of the B. H. rode
out. He then made a break for a sa-
loon, riding in and taking a big drink
of whisky. Repeating this performance,
a crowd gathered, and he then forced
his horse to mount a large dry goods
box, after which he began a speech.
Said he: "Feller bums:-I'm the Blue
Eyed Bull-DoZer of the Black Hills, L
am! I've been up Their all summer, am
thar's not u man atween Fort Larmie
an the Belle Fourche, what amt
Altered o. mel 1 kin hit harder, kick
higher, run faster, shoot straighter an,
raise a leetle ore pertickler hi than
the ornerest Sioux Injun We ever clap
ped eyes on. I've killed more'n seven
teen men in the las month for jes look
in crossways at me, not countin' forty
or fifty ez was foolish enough ter re-
mark tibet l wuz off wrong OH mimi
bill When a man runs agin me 1 eat
'ain, / dol Theirs a Teller now tibet
amt glad to see me-" and he pointed
to a cross-eyed man on the opposite side
of the street: ''Let me go over an
chaw him up.n
With this the bull-dozer put spurs to
his horse, but he didn't get e to
''thet feller." Marshal Slaughter, of
the City Hall returning board, had
been an interested listener while tie
bull-dozer was making his argument,
and the other members of the board, Of
fceIs Howard, Fallen and Talbot, were
engaged with the Marshal in the can
5 of the returns from the Black
Hills. They had given his weapons a
fair count, and as the bull-dozer spurred
his horse the dry goods box caved in,
the returning board seized the bull-do-
ger, and after a short scufle counted
him into the cooler, where he now
awaits a summons to appear before the
investigating committee of which JUS
tice Fisher is chairman.