The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1880-06-26

AAAAAono Va w @haf A(uCh STCSh aLu 1laHi-
ilton assembled in Ward one day last
week and started for Cleveland's ranch,
in Spring Valley, for the avowed purpose
of killing an Indian named "Mike," who
killed "Coal Oil Johnny" several months
ago. They expected to take Mike by
surprise and get away with him, but
"John Ragsdale," an Indian who did
not approve Of the job, went over day
in advance and posted Mike, who sent
for the Spring Valley Indians, number
ing 25, and when those from Duck Creek,
Hamil1 n and Ward hove in sight, under
comman'ii of Saring Valley Pete and Sho-
shone Pete, advanced to meet them.
After advancing to within safe distance
halt was ordered and the two Petes
commenced the performance Of riding in
circles between the opposing forces, and
then returned to the rear Of their own
command which, we are informed, means
"if there is any fight in you you can't
commence too soon." This failing to
have the desired effect, the two braves
took wider circle, rode up in the rear
of the enemy and halted. This was too
much, and some of those who had trav-
eled so far for sweet revenge began to
cry and signifed their willingness to
have a talk, which was granted. The
result was that the squaw brought with
them, who was to be Mikes accuser, was
con6scated and the raiders sent back
bootless. They were detected looking
set when they returned to Ward, but
they say they will get more men and try
it again. When Cleveland loaned Mike
the cause of the trouble---his Spencer
rifle, told him it contained sixteen shots
and asked how many Indians he could
kill with it, his laconic reply was "six-
teen" There was quite large number
of people perched on the top Of Cleves
house who were only too anxious to see
the fun commence. [Ward Reflex.
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Mark Twain in his new book, called
Cramps Abroad, tells how party Of
tourists got wet, and what they did when
they came back to the hotel: 1--WE
stripped and went to bed, and sent oul
clothes down to be baked; all the horde
Of tourists did the same. The Chaos b
clothing got mixed in the kitchen, md
there were consequences. did not gel
back the same drawers I sent down
when our things came up at 6:l5; got
. pair on the new plan. They wer.
merely pair Of long white ruffled, cuffsd
sleeves, hitched together at the top witt
a narrow band, and they did not com,
down to my knees. They were prett,
enough, but they made me feel like two
people, and disconnected at that. Th'
man must have been an idiot to get him
self up like that to rough it in the Swiss
mountains. The shirt they brought mt
was shorter than the drawers and hadn'
any sleeves to it-at least it hadn't an!
more than Mr.. Darwin would call rudi
{ mentary sleeves; these had edginl
around them, but the bosom was ridicu
lously plain. The knit silk undershir
they brought me was on new plan, an
3 was really sensible thing; it opened be
hind and the pockets in it for tn
: shoulder-blades; but they did not seer
to fit me, so found it sort of uncon
Portable garment. They gave my Dol
tail coat to somebody else, and sent m
an ulster suitable for giraffe. had
: tie my collar on because there was
button on the foolish shirt which ! d.
scribed little while ago."
VI We first visited the shaking rock. Th
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