The Douglas independent. [volume] (Roseburg, Or.) 187?-1885, 1878-09-14
THE BAD NAN OF BODIE.

Iics Of Bodle. and his wild exagger'
ationa were the subject Of merlr'
! ment only in that high old town
He was allowed to swagger ane
boast to his hearts content and,
even when he drew his ssnobbJ
whistler and shot the lights oul
! ! Of all the lamps 10 Ryan's saloon
the action only evoked q grin and
the doubtful compliment that i
was putty fair shootln', an nigh
as study narve as Irish Tom
showed when be popped away q
that bad man from Deadwood. :
One day last summer Pete walk
ed into Strobridge's saloon with
the remark that he had aheerd the
Last Chance was goin' to be sold,
aud they've sent up an expert to
lcok into it.
The expert, pale, small man,
dressed IN gray, was standing at
the bar, and looked around as the
| tall would be ruffian uttered these
words.
ts.rhet's so, Pete said one OF
the men present, an thet's the ex-
pert, polntiug to the small man.
Your an expert, eh? shouted
Pete, eying the man menacingly;
you're once Il EN- fellers as allows
he knows payin mines, are ye
Then, after a pause, during which
he surveyed the stranger from
head to foot Well ye're the wust
ever saw. Experts is bad enough
but your the sllnkiesf, mcanest,
wust coot to set yerself up to re-
port on mine / ever laid eyes on.
l don't want to quarrel with
you, SIR, answered the expert.
Ye'd better not, young Teller,
| ye'd better not. I'm whirlwnd
Of the desert III a fight. aud don
I've forget il.
I'm man of peace ! carry no
weapons, and of course / could moi
hope to stand before even a ze-
Iphyr of the desert let alone {
wild, untamed whlrlwind.
These deprecatory words only
.Iincensed the bad man still more
and, feeling that he had q ssoi1
thing, proposed il his own mine
to play 1t for all it was worth!
land gain q record by whipping
his man.
Look hyar, stranger, I don
want no insinu. tons. Do I looE
like a zephyr2 Say Her
Il Washoe Pete shook his fist in tn,
exbert's face. What dye NEAR
By talkin' about zephyrs? I'm
tornado. I tear when I turn loose
Zephyr TSneering.1 Why I've !,
q cd mind to-
i Please, mighty whirlwind, re
sistless tornado, don't hit me
You wouldn't strike consump
FItlve man, would you ?
Wouldn't / ? yelled the fighter
lin a terrible voice. wouldn't |
q I'd strike the side of a mountain
But a sick man pleaded the ex
I pert,a man dying of consumption
: an orphan, a stanger and a man 0
il peace !!
Il What're We giving me? 10 yol
!, know who ] am !? fiercely demand
! led the whlrlwlnd.
s You're . gentleman known ii
!, Bodie as Mr.. Washoe Pete-a
4 least, I've heard you designated
!, by that familiar appellation during
my soionrD here, answered th
q exlurt, moving off.
What els am I! shrieked th
! rough, stridlng toward the ceWer
! ling expert.
)! a gentleman. suppose. Hon
estly, do not know your othe
: ,'Iname.
! Well, I'll tell you who ! am
s and the tall man stood over tn
!, shrinking stranger. as if about t
! ltopple upon him aud annihilat
Z him. I'm bad I'm chief in thi
! yer camp, an I KIN lick the man
: says / amt. I'm a ragln lion |
the plaine, an every time / hit
kali. I've got All arm like . quart
! stamp, an cansh when ] reac
= fur j man. I weigh q on, al
e earthquake ainst nowhar when
drop !!
l> But I've only been discharge
from hospital, replied the expsr
u iii send ye back agin and Il
Istalwari buffer caught tie lit
man by the collar aud hurled hl