Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1878-08-28

nough,n, yelled . bad man." stopping
before the expert. "You've bin chin
min me till Pm riled Squar yourself
Pm goin' Their kick, an a Comstock
mule amt a patchin' as a kicker to
Washoe Pete-d'ye hear me?"
One instant, please, Peter, Il don't
know your other name;) you are sure
| you've got no other weapons about
you? They might 60 off accidentally
and lnjure some innocent party"
That's all the weapins I've got, eff
the lnfOrmatiOn'll ease yer sneakin'
mind; and now I'm goin' to begin
klckin'. Clear the track. The woody
boss has broken out O. the kerrell, and
there1l be a corOners 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
direct from his shoulder like a piston
of q locomotive, striking Washoe Pete
between the eyes and sending that
worthy SPRAYING on the saw-dust that
covered the floor.
I'm the cyclone Of the west" he
shouted as he bounded to the PROSTATE
form of the woody hoss' and raised
the braggart into a 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 bis ears
and neck. Then the chad man"
| hOwled
Let me up. [ was only foolin'--
can't We take a Joke, dern ye2"
1e think I'm jokin', do ye? Ye
take me for a josh, eh ? I'll show you
what / am before [ get through with
We. Ye don't play me for a tender
foot. I'm native, [ am; an I've
stood this yer foolin' long enough.
This apt reproduction Of the natives
speech q few moments previous, and
its almost perfect simiitude as regards
tone, was too much for the good-natured
crowd, and roar Of laughter greeted
it that might have been heard beyond
Bodies bluff.
q give in, dern We, I give in Can't
ye take a 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. .... ..f
"Pm bowling hurricane of wrath, y
shouted the expert, sending forth both
fists with terrible effect
Let up, won't you? I amt a sand
bag" ..r. D.. H. .. ta.s
Not mucn; you're only 'ragin'
lion O the plains," and swift left
handler lit upon the bully's nose.
81 give in" hoarsely calculated the
expert S victim.
Come on with your quartz stamps,
old woody boss When you hit you
XII, 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 a couple more"
cred" on the bad mans" cheek, and
then stretched him painting on the
floor with a "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 a hull gymnasium