The Vancouver independent. (Vancouver, W.T. [Wash.]) 1875-1910, 1882-01-05

dkdlA, lOOhCu diOuAo, dho ehCh oOAoAy
asked:
stranger, will we come over behind
the ridge and shoot and slash till this
thing is settled?"
"You bet I will" replied the man
from Jersey, as he rose up. Just
pace right out and I'll followT
Every man in the room jumped to his
t. ct in wild excitement. The native
started for the back door, but when he
found the car painter at his heels, with a
x-barreled Colt in hand, he halted and
said:
Friend, come to think of it, l don't
want to kill you and have your widow
come on me for damages.
$50 right ahead-I'm not married
mani" replied the painter.
"But you've got relatives, and don't
want no law suits to bother me just as
spring is coming"
I'm an orphan, without relative in
the world" shouted the Jerseyite.
"Well, the law will bury you, and it
would be weeks work to dig grave at
this time of year. think I'll break a
rib or two for you, smash your nose,
gouge out your left eye, and let 1t go at
that!'
"That suits me to dotw said the
painter.
"Gentlemen, please stand back, and
some of YOU shut the door to the ladies'
room!'
81 WAS the first man to attack grizzly
bear with the bowie knife remarked
the native as he looked around. Il was
the first man to discover silver in Ne
vada. l made the first scout up Powder
river. I was the first man to make hunt
ing shirts out of the skins of Pawnee
Indians. don't want to hurt this man,
as he seems kinder sad and down-heart-
ed. but he must apologize to me-.
II won't do i'll" cried the painter.
"Gentlemen, I never fight without
taking off my coat, and l don't see any
nail here to hang it on" said the native.
en- hold it'll hold itT shouted
dozen voices.
"And another thing" softly continued
the native; 81 never fight in hot
rom. l used to do it years ago, but l
found it was running me into consump-
ton. 1 always do my fighting out doors
now"
'I'll go out with you, you old rab-
bit-killer!" exclaimed the painter, who
had his coat off.
"That's another deadly insult to be
wiped out in blood, and see l must
finish you. 1 never fight around o de-
pot, though. I go out on the prairie,
| where there is a chance to throw my
| self"
"Where's your prairie, lead the way"
howled the crowd.
ct wouldn't do you any good, re-
| piled the native, as he leaned against the
wall. 81 always hold a ten-dollar gold
piece in my mouth when fight, and l
haven't got one to-day,-in fact, dead
broke"
"Here's q gold piece p called a tall
man, holding up the metal.
"Tm a thousand times obleeged,"
mournfully replied the native shaking
his head. II never go into fight with
out putting red paint on my left ear for
luck; and haven't any red paint by me,
and there isn't a bit in Reno"
"Are-you- going-to - fight?' de-
manded the car painter, reaching out for
| the bear skin cap.
81 took a solemn oath when a boy
never to fight without painting my left
ear" protested the Indian killer, "You
wouldn't want me to go back on my
solemn oath, would you ?"
you're a cabbage, a squash, pump
kin dressed up in leggins ?" contemptu-
ously remarked the car painter, as he
put on his coat.
Eyes, he's q great coward" remarked
several others, as they turned away.
| "I'n give ten thousand dollars for
ten drops of red paint !" shrieked the
native. "Oh why is it that l have no
red paint for my ear when here is such
chance to go in and kill r
| A big blacksmith from Illinois took
him by the neck and run him out, and
! he was seen no more for an hour. just
before the train started and after all the
passengers had taken seats, the first
man" was seen on the platform. He
had another bowie knife, and had also
put a tomahawk in his belt. There was
red paint on his left ear, his eyes rolled,
and in terrible voice, he called out:
"Where il that man Logwood? Let
him come out here and meet his doom y
SIS that you? Count me in J" re-
piled the car painter, as he opened q
window. He rushed for the door ,leaped
down. and was pulling off his overcoat
again, when the native began to retreat,
calling out:
"Ill get my hair cut and be back here
| in seventeen seconds. never fight
with long hair. l promised my dying
mother not to-"
When the train rolled away he was