Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-03-26
TIE FIGHTING TERROR FROM
CALIFORNIA.

ment creek, near where the silvery
stream dashes out Of gulch in tie
mountains and flows placidly through
the beautiful valley bearing its name.
We had been killing elk, deer, antelope
and a few cinnamon bears in the borders
of the North Park for a couple of weeks,
and had moved our camp down upon
this stream on account of the extensive
forest fires then raging rendering it IN
safe to camp longer in the hills. In our
party was Judge Amsden, of California,
an old-time '49-er, and the most persis.
dent liar it was ever my fortune to en-
counter. At one time in the early days
Of the Golden State ne had been elected
q Justice OF, the Peace hence his title
of "Judge."
Day and night he bored US so iDces-
sanity with his improbable stories ofdar-
ing and adventure that we actually grew
to hate the sound OF his bombastc voice,
The dime-novel hero that springs into
the arena of fame from the imaginative
brain of the most sanguinary writer Of
fiction would fall into utter insignif.
canoe beside this self-laudatory hero Of
thousand adventures. Jim Baker, an
| old scout and frontiersman, especially
| Gisliked him, and concocted and put in
to immediate execution q plan to silence
| his automatic tongue and afford us much
desired peace.
We had eaten supper one evening and
lay smoking around the camp fire when
Jim arose and beckoned for me to follow
him. Near the foot of q wooded knoll
about fifty rods from camp he halted and
in low impressive tone of voice said /:
"You know the Utes are actin sort O
devilish now. an wen you stumble onto
band of 'em away from their reserva-
ton you kin chalk it down that they
amt prowlin' round fur no good. Jest
creep to the top O that knoll an peep
over
/ I crawled cautiously up, and down on
the other side observed four sleeping
forms around q bright fire. Satisfying
myself that they were sleeping Indians,
I as cautiously rejoined the old scout
and said, indians. -
$50 any man'd decided under the
circumstances, but / put 'em thar
Them Injuns AIR pine logs, and they sir
kivered with our boss blankets y
"What are you up to now. old man -
I asked. care you trying to put up a
scare for the benefit of the boys N
camp?"
"Jest you keep yer tongue still an' git
ready to turn loose some o the heftiest
laughin' that ever rolled outen that
openin' in your face I'm agoin' to give
that old liar chance to exhibit some O.
his bravery. Pardner, that man q die
with surprise in a holy minute ef word
O truth ever happened to fall accident
ally outen his Internal mouth. I've seed
some O the best trained liars III the
mountings, but they want nowhar
alongside O him. Why, eff ye'd give
the devil himself the biggest sort OF odds
he'd be afeard to lie game with ledge
Amsden. Git ready fur some fuu an
let's go to camp"
It was quite dark by this time, nc
moon and but few stars being visible.
When we reached camp the Judge was
industriously telling the boys of an ex-
petition which he led against the Dig
gers in California, and offered to swear
before any magistrate IN the land that
alone and single-handed he fought ten
of them and succeeded in killing seven,
the other three flying for their lives
when they saw how the battle was GO
ing. When he concluded his recital
Jim said:
"Jedge, yer good I'D, an [ know
it, but haven't you worked In six OR eight
Injuns Jest to give tone to yer story
Hewitt you allowed yer tongue Jest the
matter O. half dozen or SO greasy ma
tives too much latitude? / don't mean
to insinuate that yer lynn, Jedge, but
sometimes wen I'm telling story OF
that natur' git over the bounds afore
I know it an reel off little more bun
combe than the facts o. the case d seem
to warrant. It's sort O. second natur' to
us fighters, We know, to tack on the
frills to our yarns.
"No, Baker, not bit OF it. II was
on my dying bed and knew they were
the last words 1 ever would speak, ]
would fearlessly assert that there we're
ten of them, and that seven of them
fell beneath my deadly aim. Why,
when l got through the rapid firing bad
heated my six-shooter until it actually
blistered my hand when I took hold of
the barrel. y
did you kill more'n one on 'em at a
shot?" as
"No, only one. I just dropped 'em
down one after another like they were
hogs. If the rest of 'em hadn't run I'd
have laid out the whole crowd.
Chow many shots kin ye git outen a
six-shooter out your way, ledge 2" and
wicked smile played hlde-and-seek fo1
moment over the old scouts bronzed
face.
/ "Why-wby, why, I-you see, L
| oh, I forgot to state that after shot SIX
Of them run up and batted the brains
out of the other with the pistol. Oh
course, could only shoot six Of them,
but that wouldn' hinder me from keeping
right along fighting as long as the dirty
skunks would stand.
| ooh that explains it. Now, look yer,
Judge, I'm satisfied that yer man We
kin tie to. but some o. the boys sortez