The news., 1882-12-26

boys vigorously through the columns
of the Epitaph, and every time one
was brought before him as a magis-
trate he imposed heavy fines. Then
the cow boys laid in wait for Mr..
Clum, until he was compelled to go
heavily armed and dared not go out
after nightfall without being atten-
ded by body guard. Every edi-
torial added new fuel to the fame.
The COW boys rode into the town by
night and tried to waylay the editor
as he went to his office in the morn
ing. Luckily he escaped all their
bullets.
Every ordinary plan falling, the
cow boys banded together, and camp
ing few miles from Tombstone, in
deep and wild canon, signed a
deaths head agreement Ito kill Mr..
Clum) with pens dipped in blood
taken from convict's arm, and
afterward drank from cup Of warm
blood, diluted with pure spring
water. This came to his ears, and
he bought another six shooter and
another Henry rife, and never went
out into the street without being ac-
companied by several members of
his police force.
The chief Of police was shot at and
nearly killed one night. Things
were getting very desperate, indeed,
and the Epitaph had great difficulty
in getting out without the death of
a.compositor or an. n.adventurous news
boy.
Mr.. Clum slept in room guarded
by men armed to the teeth. He did
not remove his clothes, but kept his
gun and pistols where he could lay
his hands on them instantly. Life
was now becoming such burden
that he determined to pull up stakes
and remove to some place where the
shot gun played a less constant part
in the progress Of civilization and the
maintenance of the press. To leave
was, however, not an easy thing to
do, for the COW boys. suspecting some
such move, had laid their plans ac-
cordingly, and were posted on the
outskirts Of the town in the bushes,
ready to shoot him as soon as he APP
peared.
Mr.. Clum determined to reach
Tuscon at any cost, and one dark
night about s o'clock got into stage
coach and drove out into the prairie.
1t was bitter cold, the horses were
galloping along in the darkness and
snow, and Mr.. Clum was sleeping
uneasily, muffied up in his overcoat
in the bottom of the coach, dreaming
of the good things in store for an
editor when he gets to heaven, when
loud voice outside cried Halt p
He jumped to his feet and the horses
suddenly reared back and stopped.
The order to halt and the COM
mencement of the firing were stimuli
taneous. To the command "Hold
up!" the driver responded, "All
right" but the shots frightened the
horses, and they broke into a run.
After running about mile one of
the horses dropped dead, and the
coach stopped. Upon examination
it was found that the horse was
fatally shot. While the horse was
being cut out Of the traces Mr.. Clum
stepped to one side of the road to
listen, as second approach of the
assailants was feared. Believing that
| the purpose Of the attack was to kill
him, he decided to leave the coach
and take his chances on foot, as he
saw no show Of making fight in
the coach. He walked to the Grand
Central Mill, about seven miles dis
tant, where he was kindly provided
for. After sleep Of two hours, he
started on horseback for Benson ar
irving there without further trouble.
From there he proceeded to Tuscon,
and Immediately left for the east.
Mr.. Clum has sold out his paper and
will probably not return to Tomb
stone.