The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1880-08-27

long ago. I've got an awful voice, and
can look as ugly as a bear in trap; but
somehow or other the story got afoat that
killed two men in Chicago. was rescued
from the gallows by mob, and that
had come out here to escape Justice.
Men grew afraid of me, and 1 soon got
the cue. I determined to become Ter
ror in order to make an honest living,
and I've got the thing right down fine"
"Are you not a fighter and shooter
and slasher?"
Gentlemen, it's kind o. mean for a
man to run his own character down, but
to be honest about it, I don't suppose
there is a man in Custer City who
couldn't wollop me inside of fifteen min
utes by the watch. go around simply
to make show. If that saloon keeper
had reached out for me you'd have seen
me dig out mighty lively. But these
weapons, the name I've got, and my anx-
ious look for gore frightened him half to
death"
ssYes, everybody seems afraid of you" !"
observed the man from Troy.
s.Afraid? I guess they are! When l
walk into place everybody begins to
quake and shiyer, though I have never
drawn blood in this town There comes
] the chap who acts as Marshal, Sheriff,
Chief of Police, or whatever you may
call him. He's six feet high and weighs
over two hundred pounds, and yet see
how can bluff him.
The official referred to was coming up
/ the street at le1surely gait, and when
he came along opposite the group the
Terror leaped out with wild yell and
| shouted:
Looking for me, are you! Want to
see me bad, do you'll"
.sFor Gods sakei don't raise row
with mew whispered the Sheriff as he
looked around for cover. 81 don't want
you, you don't want mel"
"You see how it works, continued the
little man as the official moved on. '"That
man could make my heels break my
neck, and yet he is afraid of me. Here
are some grizzly bear claws which l
bought in Omaha for two dollars. Every
body around here thinks [ pulled the
beast out of hole in the hill, held him
by the ears with one hand, and cut these
| claws off with the other. There are
| twenty notches in the stock of this rifle.
These folks around here have got an idea
that have killed twenty men in rows or
fair fights, but I never even shot at one. "
There was period of silence, and then
the Terror continued:
s'There's money in it, and it's rather
pleasant to be top of the heap, but this
thing can't last long. Some day before
long shall light down on the wrong
man and he'll dress me down and drive
me to the hills. hope you boys will
have lots Of lack. I've been square and
honest with you, and now don't give me
away"
At that moment three men on horse
back came down the street, and the Ter
ror jumped out with screech and
shouted:
''Here's the holyhock you are looking
for Here's the modest violet who wants
to be carved up and fed to the wolvesl'
They weren't looking for him, and
they got away on gallop. The party
from the East went out among the dig
gipgs and were absent whole week.
When they returned to Custer City, they
inquired for the Terror, and hotel
keeper replied:
eyes; they did use to call him the
Terror, believe, but they didn't know
him. He was whooping around here in
his usual awful style three or four days
ago, swearing that he must kill some
body, when tinsmith from Dayton,
| Ohio, took his rifle and bowie knife
away, spit tobacco juice on his hat, and
then kicked him the whole length of this
street. The Terror was an awful coward
gentlemen-a regular rag baby under
the bed, and he'll never be seen in Gus
ter again.