Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1883-10-15
THE WILD wEsr.
CramminE an RagIishman With
Information About seaIPs.
San Francisco Post.

San Francisco Post.
A well known fellow citizen nov
prowling, not to say growing, through
Europe, writes us the following touch
log experience.
/ had been for about hall an hour,
he says, sitting on the deck OF one OF
the miserable little packets" that
ply between Dover aud Calais and ex.
asperating my fellow passengers by re
fusing to join In the carnival OF sea
sickness going on around me, when a
ruddy-iaced, white-whiskered, bluff
looking individual who had been eye
ing me for some time stepped up and
said.
beg pardon, I'm sure; but are you
really the Ameriesn2" innIN
"The Americana" | replied; there
are several, believe"
"Oh, Of course, TO be sure. meant
the one on board. | saw George B.
Blank, San Francisco, California, U.
s., painted on some Of the baggage,
and picked you out right away as
the owner" And the stranger in.
spected me from head to foot with as
vivid a curiosity as if I'd been a wild
man of the woods.
well, " | finally exclaimed, 81 am
an American. What can | do for
your
"Why-er-nOthing-that is-no Of
tense, | hope, and you are Caliiorn
ian, too2' he said, rubbing his hands
as though he had indeed met a rara
avis. Ever scalpsd by the Indiansl'
II think not | replied.
You've scalped some of them,
though, haven't your" persisted my in
quisitor.
Concluding that inasmuch as | was
in for being made a side show of l
might as well indulge 10 some Of the
circus poster sort of thing, | looked
my questioner calmly 10 the eyes and
replied Some twenty.six or seven,
| forget which; | have the tally nicked
in the handle of my scalping knife; |
carry only one bowie in this country
So seldom one runs across any fun
over here, you know"
KILLED many white men2' asked
the stranger, who appeared to BE-
actually quivering with excitement
and curiosity.
"0nly eight or ten, | replied,
carelessly. You see, in California
there is a sort Of close season now for
shooting white men, faint like the
good old man fOr>breakfast times. A
man is only allowed to gun around
promiscuous like four months in the
year. So it's hard to keep ones hand
in, don't you see"
well, declared said the appar
emily stupe6ed man with the chop
whiskers. How about Chinamen?'
"Ohl we kill Cinnamon all the gear
round-Rhen they're fat / ex.
planned.
But there is lately some sort Of an
ordinance making it a misdemeanOr to
shoot a pigtail unless he is on the
shady side Of the street or gets in your
way. Folks are getting too internally
particular over that, for a fact.
Ever been divorced?" fnally said
the stranger, whose eyes we're now
sticking out like pegs on a hat rack.
Mine tunes, | think" said. I'm
fact, ! intended to have been again
when | passed Chicago on my way
over, bat the train only stopped
eleven minutes and there wasn't time
enough to rush it through-takes
twenty-five minutes, you know"
thought this had knocked him out
but after a few minutes bewildered
cogitation he returned to the charge
once more.
rs it really true that all Americans
wear chest protectors and eat nothing
but pie?"
well, you see, the fact is that
Americans are, IS you kno6, such q
trighttully busy people that they don't
have time TO sit down and eat a square
meal, like you English. They must
have something portable-somethine
they can carry about with them and
nibble on the sly. tell you, sir, il
looks like business to see forty or fifty
men all hanging on to the straps Of a
street car with one baud and eating
, Q With the other.
= should rather think SO" muir
INJURED the stranger"
As for the chest protectors |
continued, they are really nothing
but pockets suspended about the neck
and large enough to carry a whole pie.
which Il keeps warm at the same time.
A good, hot minee pie slowed awayin
this manner not only imparts gentle
and grateful warmth to the entire sys-
TEN, but keeps a whole days rations
always within reach. Grand idea,
isn't it,"
well, I'm blessed" said 10y fairly
paralyzed interogatOr. gazing at my
ehildlike and Ingenious face with pro
found awe. "Would-er-you oblige
me with one Of your cards?" he said
" want to show 1t 10 my family, or
they'll never believe a word Of this
never. Thanks--here's mine"
As | stepped chuskling into my own
compartment ! glanced at the card OF
the stranger. thread: Julius j. Jud
kins, San Francisco, Cal"
| have spent about eight hours a day
looking for the man ever since. There
will be blood shed out Of this yet
mark my words.