The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1880-06-17
Just From DeadwOod.

A Brooklyn boy, who had spent some
six months in the Black Hills, struck
home last week and sauntcred up Fulton
street. He was dressed in an antelope
skin shirt, pair Of black tail deer skin
pantaloons beaded moccasins and
white felt hat with a brim like a wagon
wheel. He wandered into n saloon,
thumped his fist on the counter and
howled for tan juice with n glitterlng
eye.
"Will yer jine me, strangers?" he
said to three or four gentlemen sitting
at table, adding as they hesitated g
reckon ye'd better. With me a invite
means liquor or blood. Ye'd better
come up"
They approached the bar, and all took
beer, except one, who took cider, ex,
planning that he had never touched
spirits in his life.
"Wall, I'll be dogged!" roared the
skin deckcd traveller. IF yer was with
me whar hang out 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 few thousand ahead
and Pm wandcrin' to see the sights. You
| bet"
From the mines?"
Straight from iist whar yer reckoned
I was, stranger. been inter the Hills.
Panned big and now Pm in fer a reg'lar
old He. You bet!"
How are things in the Hills now? Is
business depressed or are things flour
ishing?', =.
81 don't know nothin' about them big
words, but eff yer want fer ter know how
things is they're 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 yer forgit it; you bet! y
How does Custer City seem to pro-
gress?"
al amt no bizness with no Custer
City-Im miner, | am"
" / saw in a recent paper that mum
Der of troops have been moved to Fort
Meade. Do they think there is any
danger from Indians?'
"Injuns, Injuns, pard! Why there
more n seven millions of 'em settin
around on the rocks waitin' for chance
to lite in. Injunsl Why you don
know nothin' about lnjuns here. seer
ten hundred thousand troops killed il
an hour and half But | don't mine
no lniuns! | tunnecd under four tribe
campcd half mile from my claim, anC
every logged oncof them went up in the
blast. You bet! There can't be no In
iuns Git away with Hitler, and don't
yer forgit it,
Deadwood must be rather a danger
Gus locality. | had no idea it was ST
exposed" ."
"Deadwood! Dangerous! Say, stran
gr, il yer ever learned to gamble, iis
put yer money on the statement tina
beadwood is dangerously placed. Yer
win, pard. Ycr'll scoop the pot eac
tussle, or count my Judgment deuc
box"
"Going to be in Brooklyn any lengt
of time?"
"Jist come to take squint at it. Say
show me around. Show me to u far
bank. Pve got too much dust fer CON
fort and I'd ike ter drop or pick W
Show me around, stranger, and I'll max
yer proud of yersclf." ."
ii don't think you would find me
very good guide, for I've only been her
a comparatively short time, but perhap
one of my friends who reside here
would y
Don't belong here? Whar yer from
stranger? Whar's yer tepee?'
al live in Deadwood, responded tn
stranger. "I'm only"
If the young traveller will come aroun
and pay for those drinks all will be fol
given.