Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1880-05-29
He Was From Deadwood.
HOW HE TERRIFIED A MILD-MAN-

NERED MAN IN BROOKLYN.
Stanley Huntley in the Brook
Ign Eagle.
A Brooklyn boy, who had spent
some six months in the Back
Hills, struck home last week and
sauntered up Fulton street. He
was dressed in an antelope skin
shirt, pair of black tail deer SIX in
pantaloOns, beaded moccasins and
a white felt hat with brim like a
Wagon wheel. He wandered into
saloon, thumped his fist on the
counter and howled for tan juice
with glitleriDg eye.
"Will yer jine me, strangers ~
he said to three of four gentlemen
sitting at table. adding as they
hesitated, Il reckon ye'd better.
With me invite means liquor or
blood Ye'd better come up"
They approached the bar, and
all took beer, except one, vino took
cider, explaining that he had new
er touched spirits ia his life.
"Well, I'll be dogged!' roared
the skin decked traveller. "Ef you
was with me wnar L naHg ont
ye'd be inter a hole. Cause thar S
whar yer got ter drink, whether
yer drink er not. 'Sluck /" And
he poured in the poison.
"Where are you from, If might
ask ?" inquired the cider man.
From right from the gulch.
The clean up put me a few thou
sand ahead and I'm wanderin' to
see the sights. You bet !"
From the mines ?"
"Straight from jist whar yer
reckoned / was, stranger. / been
inter the Hills. Planned big and
now I'm in fer a re'glar old He.
You bet"
"How are things in the Hills
now? Is business depressed or are
things flourishing 2"
81 don't know nothin' about
them big words, but Of yer want
fer ter know how things is, :hey'er
thar right thar. / 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 We forgit it ; you
bet! %
"How does Custer City seem to
progress ?"
II amt no bizness with no Gus
ter City-Im a miner, | am"
II saw in recent paper that a
number of troops have been NOV
ed TO Fort Meade. Do they think
there Is any danger from In
dams ?''
"Injuns! Injuns. pard! Why
there's more'n seven millions of
'em setten around on rocks waitin'
for chance to lite in. Injuns
Why you don't know nothin'
about Injuns here. / seen ten
hundred thousand troops killed
in an hour and half. But / don't
mind no Injuns! tunneled under
four tribes camped half a mile
from my claim, and every logged
one of them wen: up in the blast.
You bet! There can't be no In
jins git away with Hitler, and
don't yer forgit it!'
"Deadwood must be rather q
dangerous locality. / had no idea
it was so exposed"
"DeadwoOd! Dangerous! Say,
stranger, II yer ever learned to
gamble, jist put yer money on the
statement that Deadwood is dam
gerously placed. Yer'll win, pard.
Yer'll scoop the pot each tussle, or
count my judgment deuce box"
"Going to be in Brooklyn any
length OF timer"
"Jist come to take a squint at
it. Say, show me around. Show
me to a faro bank. I've got too
much dust fer comfort, and I'd
like ter drop or pick up. Show
me around, strangers, and I'll
make yer proud of yourself
II don't think you would find
me a very good guide, for I've
only been here comparatively
short time, but perhaps one of my
friends who reside here would"--
Don't belong here? Whar yer
from stranger? Whar's yer tepee?'
II live in Deadwood," respond
ed the stranger. I'm only''-
If the young traveller will come
around and pay for those drinks
all will be forgiven.