The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1878-09-04
LAMBERTyILLE n. j. WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 4, 1875.


Saying which he dashed the stranger against
table and drew long knife.
AS soon as the expert saw this he screwed
his face into the most piteous shape, and,
throwing his hands up, cried "I'm unarm-
ed haven't got SO much as a penknife on
me. Please don't carve me kick me to death
if you must have my life, but don't stick that
terrible thing into me-
Now as Washoe Pete had no intention of
using the knife-and thereby risking his neck
to the tender mercies of Memo jury's ver-
dct--he was well pleased with this opportun-
ty of thus displaying the deadly weapon, and
after asserting his bloody intention, returned
it to its sheath. He flourished the knife over
the cringing experts head three or four times
and then lowered it with the remark "Why
wouldn't disgrace this weepin by shown it
into ye. No, sir but III plug ye,n and he
drew revolver.
Pm unarmed-Im unarmed-don't you
hear me?" whned the expert.
Go an heel yerself then," retorted the
bad man.
l don't want to fight"
I'll make ye fight. I'll take ye at yer
word and kick ye to death"
"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 half
standing BY this time the saloon was full of
men, all of them smiling at the picture before
them regarding it as the height of enjoyment
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braggadocio in the Sierra and small, pale
! mining expert, new to the section and
stranger to the wild ways of the border
ruflian.
This thing has gone on bout long
'nough," yelled the bad man, stopping before
the expert. You've been chinnin to me till
I'm riled. Squar' yourself-Pm goin' ter
kick, an Comstock mule amt a patohn' as
kicker to Washoe Pete--d'ye hear me?
" One instant, please, Peter q don't know
your'other name), are you sure you've got no
other weapons about YOU? They might go
off accidentally and injure some other party"
"That's all the weapius I've got eff the in-
formationll ease your sneakn' mind, an now
Pm goin' to begin kickin' Clear the track.
The woolly boss has broke out o. the kerrell,
an 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 un-
bent bow, and his left hand shot direct from
his shoulder like the piston of locomotive,
striking Washoe Pete between the eyes and
sending that worthy sprawing on the saw
dust that covered the floor.
"I'm the Cyclone of the West" he shout
ed and he bounded TO the PROSTATE form of
the "woolly boss " 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," inducing that ndividu-
al to rise once more and attempt defence
He made an effort to reach his weapons, but
the active expert fanked him and planted
two terrific blows on his ears and neck. Then
the 'bad man " howed -
Let up was only fooln'-can yer take
a joke ?"
aye think I'm jokin', do ye? Ye take me
for josh, Ell? I'll show We what am before
] get through with ye. Ye don't play me for
no tender foot I'm a native am, and I've
stood this yer fooln' long enough"
This apt reproduction of the natives speech
few moments previous, and its almost per-
feet simitude 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.
/ give in, give in ! Can't ye take
mans word when he squeals p shouted the
tornado, swinging his arms wildly, and stag
gerng against the bar in his efforts to dodge
the lightning stroke of the athletic expert.
Pm bowling hurricane of wrath shout
ed the expert, sending in both fists with ter
rife effect.
Let up, won't you amt sandbag.'
Not much you're only raging lion of
the plains And swift left-hander lit upon
the bully's nose.
Il give in hoarsely calculated the experts
victim.
Come ON with your quartz stamps, old
woolly boss. When you hit you kill, and
you weigh ton. Fetch in couple of your
earthquakes. Why don't you chew my name
You're chief, are you All right, chief,
there's neat one for you, and there's cou-
pie more
With these words the expert countered
on the bad mans cheek, and then stretched
him painting for breath on the floor with
stinger' straight from the shoulder, inflicted
upon the lower portion of the chest. Then
the expert coolly called all hands to the bar
to drink, and as the bad man of Bodic
crawled away he was heard to say 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. '-Baltjnsore Sat
WTday Night.
A citizen of New Mexico being informed
that in his absence panther had attacked
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