The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1880-06-18
A Party From Deadwood.

A Brooklyn boy, who had spent some
six months in the Black Hills, struck
home last week and sauntered up Fulton
street. He was dressed in an antelope
skin shirt, pair of black tail deer skin
pantaloons, beaded moccasins and a
white felt hat with brim like wagon
wheel. He wandered into saloon,
thumped his fist on the counter and
howled for tan juice with glittering
eye.
"Wil yer jine me, strangers?" he said
to three or four gentlemen sitting at
table, adding as they hesitated, ST
reckon ye'd better. With me invite
means liquor or blood. You'd better
come up"
They approached the bar, and all took
beer, except one, who took cider, ex-
planning that he never touched spirits in
his life.
"Wall, I'll be doggedy' roared the
skin decked traveller. "Ef yer was with
me whar I hang out ye'd be inter hole
Cause thar's whar yer got ter drink,
whether yer drink or not. 'Sluckr" and
he poured in the poison.
"Where are you from, if I might ask?"
inquired the cider man.
From! right from the gulch. The
clean up put me few thousand ahead
and I'm wanderin' to see the sights. You
betr'
''From the mines?"
''Straight from jist whar yer reckon
was, stranger. been inter the hills.
Planned out big and now I'm in for
re'glar old he. You bet!"
Chow are things down in the Hills
now? Is business depressed or are things
fourishing?"
''I don't know nothin' about them big
words, but eff yer want fer ter know how
things is, they're thar; right thar. I
seen twenty millions O. money taken out
O. my mine in fourteen hours. That's
trade. That's hittin' gilt every wash,
and don't you forget it; you betp'
'sHow does Custer City seem to pro-
gress?"
81 amt no business with no Custer
City-Im miner, am
81 saw in recent paper that number
of troops have been moved to Fort
Meade. Do they think there is any dan
ger from Indiansp'
''Iniuns! Iniuns. pard Why there's
more'n seven millions of 'em setting
around on the rocks waitin' for chance
to lite in. Injunsi Why you don't
know nothin' about Injuns here.
seen ten thousand troops killed in an
hour and half But don't mind no
Iniuns! I tunneled under four tribes
camped half mile from my claim, and
every dog--goned one Of them went up in
the blast. You bet! There can't no
Injuns git away with a Hitler, and don't
yer forgit itp'
.Deadwood must be rather danger
GUS locality. had no idea it was SO ex
posed"
s'Deadwood! Danger! Say, stranger,
if yer ever learn to gamble, jist put your
money on the statement that Deadwood
is dangerously placed. Yer'll win, pard.
Yer,n scoop the pot each tussle, or count
my judgmt deuce box"
s'Going to be in Brooklyn any length
of timer"
'sJust come to take squint at it. Say,
show me around. Show me faro bank.
I've got too much dust fer comfort, and
I'd like ter drop or pick up. Show me
around, stranger, and I'll make yer
proud of yerself.'
81 don't think you'd find me very
good guide, for I've been here COM
paratively short time, but perhaps one of
my friends, who reside here, would"
ssDon't belong here? Whar yer from,
stranger? Whar's yer tepee?"
81 live in Deadwood," responded the
stranger. "Im only"
If the young traveller will come around
and pay for those drinks all will be for
given.