Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1878-08-28
ell make We fight. I'll take We at
yer word, and kick you to DEATH
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yer word, and kick you to DEATH
8 Please don't
Washoe Pete laid his knife and pistol
on the counter, and then strobe RAPIDLY
to the spot where the expert was half
crouching, understanding. BY this time
the saloon was full of men, all of them
smiling at the picture before them, re-
garding it as the height Of enjoym ent-
this lively encounter between the great
est braggadOcia in the Sierra and a
small, pale mining expert, new to the
section and stranger to the wild ways
of the border rufiian.
This thing has gone on bout long
'nough," yelled "bad man." stopping
before the expert. you've bin chin
MIN me till I'm riled. Squar' yourself
I'm goin' Their kick, an Comstock
mule amt patchin' as a kicker to
Washoe Pete-d'ye hear me?"
Zone instant, please, Peter, Il don't
know your other name;) you are sure
you've got no other weapons about
you? They might 60 of accidentally
and injure some innocent party"
That's all the weapins I've got, eff
the information'll ease yer sneakin'
mind; and now I'm goin' to begin
kickin'. Clear the track. The woody
boss has broken out o. the kerrell and
there'll be coroner's inquest in Jest
about seven minutes.
He raised his ponderous boot, but it
did not swing.
The little man Strengthened up like
an unbent bow, and his left hand shot
-; sl
Of locomotive, striking Washoe Pete
between the eyes and sending that
worthy sprawIing on the sawdust that
covered the floor.
Pm the cyclone of the west" he
shouted, as he bounded to the PROSTATE
form of the woody hoss'' and raised
the braggart into sitting posture.
The latter was dazed by the terrible
blow he had received, and did not even
throw up his guard when the expert
drew back to strike again. Then the
blows fell like thunderbolts upon the
head and face of the Whirlwind," in
ducing that individual to raise once
more and attempt defence. He
made an effort to reach his weapons,
but the active expert flanked him and
planted two terrible blows on his ears
and neck. Then the chad man"
howled:
Let me up! | was only foolin'-
can't we take joke, dern ye9"
"Ye think I'm jokin', do ye? Ye
take me for a josh, eh ? I'll show you
what am before l get through with
We. Ye don't play me for tender
foot. I'm Il native, l am; an I've
stood this yer foolin' long enough.
This apt reproduction of the natives
speech few moments previous, and
its almost perfect simiItude as regards
tone, was too much for the good-natured
crowd, and Il roar of laughter greeted
it that might have been heard beyond
Bodies bluff.
81 give in, dern we, give in Can't
we take mans word when he
squeals?" shouted the tornado"
swinging his arms wildly, and stagger-
ing against the bar in his effort to
dodge the lightning stroke of the ath-
letic expert.
"Fm bowling hurricane of wrath"
shouted the expert, sending forth both
fists with terrible effect.
TO-. LET ! Up won't you' I amt" sand
mot muoh; you're only n 'ragin'
lion O the plains,'" and a swift left
handler lit upon the bully's nose.
81 give in" hoarsely calculated the
experts victim.
Come on with your quartz stamps,
old woody boss When you hit you
kill, and you weigh ton. Fetch in a
couple of your earthquakes. Why
don't you chew my name? You're
"a chief are you? All right, chief
there's couple more"
With these words the expert count
cred" on the dad mans" cheek, and
then stretched him painting on the
floor with n 'stinger" straight from
the shoulder. inflicted upon the lower
portion of the chest. The expert cody
called all hands to the bar to drink,
and as the" bad man of Bodie" crawled
away he was heard to mutter that he
didn't lay out to fall up against batterin'
rams, no more'n he lowed he was
game in front of hull gymnasium"
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