Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1881-07-21
face came up, sorrowful but conf

gospel-starp. Seea
'Gospel-sharp, parson.'
'Oh! why did you not say so be-
fores / am q clrrgyman-a par
son.
'Now you talk! You see my
blind and straddle it like q man.
Put it there!' extending brawny
paw, which closed over the minis
ter's small hand and gave it a shake
indicitive Of fraternal sympathy
snd fervent qualification
Now we're all right, pard.
Let's start fresh. Don't you mind
me snufing little, becoz we're in
a power of trouble. You zee one
of the boys has gone up the
fume'-
sGone wherea'
up the aume; throwed mp the
sponge, you know
Thrown up the spongel'
'Yes; kicked the bucket
'Ab; Has departed to that mys-
terious country from whose
bourne no traveller returna.'
'Return2 Well, l reckon not.
Why, pard, he's dead
sYes, / understand
'Oh, you do2 Well, I thought
maybe you might be gittin' tangled
once more. Yes, you see he's dead
again
Again! Why, has he ever been
dead before?'
dead before? No! Do yon
reckon a man has got as many
lives as a cata But, you bet, he's
awful dead Just now, poor old boy,
and | wish I'd never seen this day.
l don't know no better friend than
Buck Fanshaw. / knowcd him by
the back; and when l know man
like him [ freeze to him; you hear
me. Take him all aroupd, pard,
there never was a bullier man IN
the mines. No one ever knowed
Buck Fanshaw to go back on a
friend. But it's all up, you know,
it's all up. 1t amt no use. They
have scooped him.
'Scooped him7'
yes. death has. Well, we'll well
we've got to give him up. It's a
kind of a hard world sftcr all, amt
it! But, pard, he was rustler.
You ought to see him get started
once. He was a bully boy with a
glass eye! Just spit in his face and
givo him room according to his
strength and it was just beautiful to
see him peel and go in. He WAS
the worst son of a thief that ever
drawed breath. Pard he was on it.
He WAS on it bigger than an In
jun!'
'On it? On what.'
'On the shoot. On the shoulder.
On the fight. Understand! He
dldn't give a CONTAMINATION any
body. Beg your pardon, friend
for coming 50 near saying cust
word; bnt you sec l am on an aw-
fnl strain in this palaver, on account
of haxing to cram down and draw
everything SO mild. But we've
got to give him up. There AIM
any getting around that, I dom
reckon. Now, if we can't get 20,
to help plant him.
preach the funeral discourses
Assist at the obseqniesi'
| .Obsequies is good. Yes. That
it, that's our little game. We ART
going to get mp things regardless
you know. He was always nift,
himself, and so you bet you his FIJI
neral amt going to be no slouch
J solid silver door-plate on his cofiil
, six plumes on the hearse, and tn
, nisger on the box with billed sLir
and plug hat-ho ~'s that fo
hight And we'll take care of yo
, pard, and fix you all right. Their
will be a kerrige tor you; and wha
, ever yon want you just scrape on
: auu We IL ICIiS ~ iLs w = v0 got
: shebang fixed up for you to stan
? behind. No. Is house and don
you be afraid. just go in and toe
' out yonr. horn, if you don't sell
e clam. Put Buck through as bull
D as yon can, pard, for any body tn.
= knowed hin, will tell you that i
= was one tho whitest men that W.
ever IN the mines. You can't dra
it too strong. He never cou
: stand to SEQ things go wrong. He
done more to make this town peac
able than any man in it. I've SEE
him lick four Greasers in elevt
minutes. 1t a thing wanted regr
= lating, he wasn't q man to 20 bro
sing around after somebody to
is it, but he would prance IN and re.
as ulate it himself. He warn't
W Catholic, but it didn't make no q
ference about that when it car
is down to what a mans right W,
is and SO when some roughs Jump
Ut the Catholic bone-yard and start
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