Eureka daily sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1871-1887, 1880-07-15

Staging Over h Plains i'm the
Early Days.

The Salt Lake Tribune, Charley Good
wins paper, is responsible for the follow
ing story: Buffalo Bill tells a good story
about a party Of Englishmen travelling on
the plains before the Pacific Railroad was
finished. They came rumbling into Lara
mic, abusing the driver and the coach and
the ''blarsted country generally, because,
they averred, there was ''no coaching or
driving at all outside of England" Their
contempt Of all things American was shown
in the most offensive manner to all the
people standing around as they alighted.
1t happened that Bob Scott, the finest
driver and most reckless dare devil on the
plains, was to take the coach to the next
station, eight miles westward from Lara
mic, and as that gay Jehu heard the re-
marks Of the Britishers he slowly made up
his mind to give them a specimen Of purely
American coaching. The stable boys led
out six colts that looked as if they never
heard Of a stage before; they reared and
snorted, plunged and kicked until the
noble Britons were quite delighted with
the anticipation of o fine drive. Nov,
driver, you know, just give 'em their
heads and let 'em go; don'tyou be afraid"
YES" says another encouragingly, my
good fellow, just go ahead"
Bob mounted the box slowly, while a
man held each horse; he gathered the
reihs and then said quickly: "Let 'em
CO." And they did and the colts kicked
and reared, but Bob's iron grasp held them
in. With the aid Of the California breaks
he held them down to a walk for three
miles, while the passengers b~lasphemed at
him for a 'cad" and a sneak. At the end
of that three miles they got to the top of a
hill, and one Briton poked his head out Of
the window and began to say something,
but as he did a wild unearthly yell walked
that vicinity, and at the same time Bob
threw all six lines down. The coach
seemed to lift from the ground, and those
six colts started at the very best speed
they could make. Another yell from Bob
and they seemed to increase it; then to
help matters he drew his revolver and be-
gan firing over the horses heads.
'Great God" cried the Britons, 'we've
gotten into the hands of a blarsted luna
TIC"
''Stop, STOP" they shouted, but the mad
team and crazy driver tore on faster and
faster, while the stage went bouncing over
the rocky road in a way that threatened to
pound the passengers to pieces. Bob
craned his neck over and yelled into the
window:
Scents, I'm just getting EN- started;
they'll do better after a WHILE" And he
took out the lamps and hurled them at the
leaders with a wild Coranche war whoop.
The affrightened passengers presently
saw the station in full view; the question
was how was the team to be stopped. They
gave themselves up for gone, and hung on
despairingly to the seats. 1t seems that
the horses were accustomed to go right in
to the stables, coach and all, and up they
came to the open door at full speed. There
was a yell from the assembled stable at
tendants and tavern ~loafers, then a fright
full crash as the whole top Of the coach
went off, throwing three Brittons out and
breaking two arms and a leg, besides other
slighter accidents. Bob came out OF the
stable smiling, picked up the Englishman,
and says, 'Never mind, sir, we will have a
real nice drive to the next station. / was
obliged to take 'em along slowly over that
there bad road. Boys, put in the other
team in a fresh coach, and give me a couple
of cocktails. It's dull driving so doggoned
slow, and I'm powerfully dry"
Those Englishmen waited and sent for a
doctor, but they did not put down anything
in their note books about American driv-
ing.