The Lake Charles echo. [volume] (Lake Charles, Parish of Calcasieu, La.) 1876-1898, 1878-09-19
Terror Number One.

teams and StaBeSroll into the BLACK
Hills with loads of ''fresh fish" as
the veterans call the new arrivals
from the East. There 'fresh fish"
for hotels, boardipg-houses and
saloons, get meal or lunch, and
are presently seen walking mp and
down the streets of the frontier
city or collecting ON the corners to
hear the latest news from the dig
sings and the prospects of striking
a job.
Tire other DAY.. when wagon
load Of buil-heads was dumped out
in Caster City, as wagon loads had
been dumped every day before
since grass started, the first man
to welcome them to the infant city
was chap five feet high, and
weighing accordingly. There was
blood stain on bis LIFT cheek, Il
scar on bis left ear. and he bad
fierce eyes, n voice like Il roaring
lion, and bad limp in one Of his
LEGS. He was ~hi'thng on IL ten
pin witt, big howie-knife MS the
wagon drove up, and, pushing the
knife down the back or his neck.
he lifted mp Henry rife, ran his
eyes over the crowd, and called
ont. in an angry voice
is there anybody in thst crowd
teekihg for Terror Ne. 2 Kase if
there is, here / am, aud / ~ just
waiting to be shot fall of buIiets
weighing p"nnd apiece T.
No one was locking for him,
Some looked at him, aud some
looked across the street on purpose
not to see him, while there was n
Uniform movement toward hip
pock' ts.
II didn't know bat that some of
you might have come out here
from New York or Boston to plant
me under the jessamine or the
climbing morning gloryt" cbuckled
the f~rror. as be rested The butt of
his rifle on the ground and fshed
up a six-shootef from his boot leg.
Il don't own this town." contin-
ned the ferrur, as he laid his in
fant armory across the head of a
barrel. II don't own foot of
ground, or n share in any of the
public buildings erected at the ex-
pense OF the taxpayers, bat when
[ stand on Washington Square and
utter one yell ibis whole town
quakes / IN Terror No. l There's s
one or two other Terrors around
here, but I'm the boss Il m the
regular deaths head and cross
bones of the Black Hills figionl"
Before he had ceased speaking
most of the newcomers had disap.
peared, some looking pale aud anx-
ious, aud others feeling shiyers
race up and down their backs.
An hour later, when party of
FIVE strangers from New England
were making the acquaintance OF
the Internal beverages on sale in
one of the shapty saloons, and at
the same time pumping the pre-
prietor about prospects, in walked
the Terror. He looked as fierce
as a catamount cheated out OF her
desert, and there was an awful
growl in his voice as he called out:
Five o'clock by Omaha time,
and haven't killed or been killed
the whole day long. Turn loose
your pet grizzlies, unliitch your
whirlwinds, and let dozen wild
lions come for me at oncei"
Take something to drink, my
good friend, mildly replied the
bar-keeper You are always wei
come here, but you don't drop IN
half often enough. Don't be afraid
to pour out all you want" 4
"Pil tell the honest truth, Steve"
said the Terror, as he poured out
nearly half a pint of the wolst |
whisky ever made, Il came here
TO kill some one; but you are a
white man clare down to your toe
nails, and / wont roise no row,
That's good whisky, that is, and
if you want any one 10 Custer City |
put uudpr the ground, just give me
bis name. Can you thiuk of any
ope?D
mo; / don't think of any one