The Phoenix herald., 1880-07-09
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Buffalo Bill tells a good story about party of Englishmen travel ing on the plains before the Pacific railroad Was finished. They came rumbling into Laramie, abusing the driver and the coach and the ''blarsted country generally, be- cause, they averrcd, there was mo 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. It 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 Laramie, and as that gay Jehu helrd the remarks of the Britishcrs he slowly made up his mind to give them a specimen of purely Ameri- can coaching. The stable boys led out six colts that looked as if they had never heard of stage before; they reared and snorted, plunged and kicked until the noble Britons were quite delighted with the an- ticipation cf fine drive. ''Now, driver, you know, just give 'em their heads and let 'cm go: don [ you 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 reins and then said quickly: Let 'em go." And they did; and the colts kicked and reared, but Bob's iron grasp held item in. With the aid of the California breaks he held them down to a walk for three miles, while the passcns CTS blasphemed at him for a ''cad'' and a sneak At the end of that three miles they got to the top of hi'l, and one BTiton 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 10 lift from the ground, and those six colts started at the very bes: speed could make. Another yell from Bob and they seemed to increase revolver and began firing over the horses heads.
 Great God" cried the Britons, "wc've gotten into the hands of a blarsted lunatic."
 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 . way that threatened to pSund the passengers to pieces Bob craned his neck over and yelled into the window:
 Scents, I'm just getting 'em started; they'll do better after awhile" And he took out the lamps and hurled them 2t the leaders with wild Com anchc war whoop.
 The affrighted passengers presently saw the station in full view; the question was how was that team to be stopped. They gave themselves up for gone, and hung on despair ingly to the seats. l. seems tha: tie horses were accustomed to go right into the stables, coach and all, and up they came to the open door at full speed. There was yell from the as scmbled stable attendants and tavern loafers, then frightful crash as the whole top of the coach went off, throwing three Britons out and breaking two arms and leg, besides other sligh;er accidents. Bob came out of the stable smiling, picked up an EngliShmen, and says, Never mind, sir, will have a real nice drive 10 the next station. l vas obliged to take 'em along slowly over that there bad road. Boys, put in the other team in fresh coach, and give me q couple of cocktails. It's dull so dog gone slow, and I'm dry"
 Those Englishmen waited an sent for doctor, but they did not put down anything in their note books about American driving.