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

The Encounter Of $ Buffer with
n Mining Expert---The Bully's Dis
aDDOintmpnt.
Baltimore Every Saturday.

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high old town" He was allowed to
swagger and boast to his hearts con
tent; and even when he drew his
nobby whistler" and shot the lights
out of all the lamps in Ryan's saloon.
the action only evoked a grin and the
doubtful compliment that it was purity
fair shOOtin,' and nigh as stiddy narve
as Irish Tom showed when he popped
away at that bad man from Dead
wood"
One day last summer Pete walked
into Strobridge's saloon with the remark
that he had "heerd the Last Chance
was goin' to be sold, and they've sent
up an expert to look into it."
The expert, q pale, small man,
dressed In dusty gray, was standing at
the bariand looked around as the tall,
wOuld-be ruffian uttered these words.
"Thets SO, Pete," said one of the
men present, AN thet's the expert,
pointing to the small man.
You are an expert, eh J" shouted
Pete, cycling the man menacingly.
"You're one of them fellers ?" Then,
after pause, during which he surveyed
the stranger from head to foot, "Wall,
you're the wust ever saw. Experts is
bad enough, but you're the slinkiest,
meanest, wust coot to set yourself up
to report on a mine | ever laid eyes
on"
Il don't want to quarrel with you
sir" answered the expert
Ye'd better not, young felier; ye'd
better not. Pm a whilwind of the
desert in fight, and don't you forget
it."
"Tm a man Of peace; [ carry nc
weapons, and of course, [ could not
hope to stand before even azephyr OF
the desert, let alone a wild, untamed
whirlwind."
These deprecatory words only IN
censed the bad man" still more, and
feeling that he had "soft thing" pro-
posed in his own mind to "play it for
all it was WORTH" and gain record
by whipping his man.
"Look heyer, stranger, [ don't
want no insinuations. Do | look like
a zephyr? Say - Here Washoe Pete
shook his fist in the experts face
"What dye mean by talkin' about
zephyrs? I'm a tornado. [ tear when
| turn loose. Zephyr (sneezingly. }
Why, Ive a good mind to-"
please, mighty whirlwind, resistless
tornado, don't hit me. You wouldn't
strike a consumptlve man, would your
Wouldn't | ?" yelled the fighter
in terrible voice; wouldn't1? I'd
strike the side Of mountain."
g But sick MANI" pleaded the ex-
pert, "a man dying of consumption
an orphan, stranger and a man OF
peace"
Whatre ye giving me? Do you
know who | ann" tiercely demanded
the whirlwind.
"You're a gentleman known in
Bodie as Washoe Peter-at least /
have heard you designated by that
familiar appellation during my sojourn
here" answered the expert, moving
off. .
"What else am I?'' shrieked the
rough, striding toward the covering ex-
pert.
"A gentleman, suppose. Honestly
[ don't know your other name"
''.Well, III tell you who | am" and
the tall man stood over the shrinking
stranger, as if about to topple upon
,
Pm chief in this yer camp, and [ ken
lick the mans says | amt. Pm rag
ing lion Of the plains, an every time |
hit | kill. I've got an arm like a
quartz stamp, an crnsh when go fur a
man. [ weigh a ton, an earthquakes
amt nowhere when | drop"
But I've onlyju been discharged
from hospital replied the expert" Ha
"Tll send We back again z and the
stalwart q buffer" caught the little man
by the collar and hurled him upon the
floor. =
Its unkind to use a poor, weak,
invalid that way" expostulated the
expert, as he slowly arose from the
floor. ."Please don't joke SO roughly.
Let's take q drink and call it square.
I'm very sorry that I lhlavevoffended
YOU" = - -5.,sa .sr,er,,,f ii, g.. a.,
! eye think I'm joking, do ye-ye
take me for a josh, eh! I'll show we
what | am afore [ git through with y e.
We don't play me fur no tender-foot.
Pm a native, I am, an - I've stood2this
yer foolin' long enough Saying which
he dashed the stranger against a table
and drew long knife. i'2 II #'."'t<@ =
u" AS soon las the expert saw this he
screwed his face into the most piteous
shape, and throwing his hands up,
cried:, "sPm 1narmed; I havntogot as
much as a pen-knife: on me-. Please
don't carve me- kick me to- death if
you must have my life, but for heavens
sake. don't stick that terrible thing into
j, me.'IF- >@l7@+'" .i@A' 1881 7A5 DO ''.tis""
Now, as aWashoe Pete had no inten-
ton of using the .l1nife-and thereby
risking his ,neck---.he was. we'll pleased
with the opportunity thus afforded him
of displaying the deadly weapon, and,
after asserting his bloody. intention,re-
turning it to it's sheath. He hourished
the knife over the bringing form three
or four times, and then lowered it with
the remark: " Why, dern. your coward
lily soul, [ wouldn't disgrace the weepin
Eby shown it into, We. No, sir; butIl II
plug ye," and he drew revolver. = ae1
"Pm unarmed I'm unarmed don't