The San Antonio light. (San Antonio, Tex.) 1883-1886, 1883-09-19
SULLIVAN SCARED.
The Boston Pugiiist Frightened Out of His
wits by a Cow Boys Arsenal.

The Boston Pugilist Frightened Out of His
wits by Cow Boys Arsenal.
From the Brooklyn Union.
"John L. Sullivan told me good story OF
his Western trip" said Buffalo Bill. ale
told it in this way: 4 arrived in Kansas City
late in the afternoon, and when had finished
my exhibition it was about II o'clock.
strolled into the bar Of the hotel, intending to
take a nightcap and 60 to bed, but I'd hardly
put my nose inside that room before fellow
with long hair, big spurs,a wide-brimmed hat,
and buckskn coat slapped me on the
back
" You're John L. Sullivan, amt your ses
he.
"'That's my name, ses |.
"'Wal, ye've got the name OF being handy
with yer props, now, havn't ye; but want
yer ter distinctly understand that | could kill
yer inside Of halfa second. I'm handy with
my shooter, | am
'When heard that | wanted TO handle
him very light, so said /, Come and have a
drink
Don't mind whether drink or fight
ses he, say the word, an I'll do either,--
YOU
"And with that he threw his arm around
my waist, as we walked toward the bar.
Thinks /, If | put my paw around him III
have him sure il it comes to the worst and
slung my right arm around him. But heav-
ems when | struck that arsenal around his
waist, and felt that, | didn't know what time
| he might shoot, my arm went like that (shak-
log it) and dropped tquicker than lightning.
set up the drinks and kept settin' them up
in the hope that he'd yet so drunk he couldn't
see to shoot, but the more he drank the
steadier he got. At last he said:
''Come down street a piece till introduce
you to my friends"
"Oh, Lord thought /, but / was afraid OIL
offending him il refused, so out on the
street we went. We didn't 90 far, but by the
light of the gas lamps and store could see
that the street was full OF COW boys.
"'Come in here said my guide, when we
came to tough looking saloon, crowded with
tougher looking men. Gentlemen, this here:
my friend John L. Sullivan, and If any one oil
yer ses ah, yes, or turkey to him, I'll Dor,
holes in YER They made way for us at tn,
bar and | shook hands all around, and they
grinned as If they'd like the fun Of shooting
pieces out of me.
Gays Lei lnOsC uilukh.
'Ah, you - says he, my credits goot
here. Barkeeper, give me some fire, and b,
quick about it. Yer John l.. Sullivan, eh
Well, dyer know who am, - - you 2
"'No, sir said l.
"'Well, I'm Comanche Jim, the killer
from Killers Town. Oh, I'm a wolf, VOW
and it's my day to howl VOW yow.'
Sand with that he drew two shooters an
danced on the floor and blazed away at tn
lights and bottles, the barkeepers dodgin
around TO get out Of the way.
81 had been getting more and more scare
all the time, and this finished me. l was jus
sure he was getting wound up to 60 for me
and determined to slope while the walkin
was good. So said
"'Excuse me, want to speak to the land
lord, and backed toward the rear door.
"'Now want you back in a--of hurry
said he, Mr.. John L. Sullivan, champion {
the East
81 put out, and he sent two balls after m
as reminder. One cut through the tail {
my coat and another put hole in my ha
Hurry up, John L. Sullivan could hes
him shouting.
81 got out in the back yard, in region {
seven foot fences, but seven foot fence WI
nowhere. don't believe | touched thi
fence, nor the next three fences, as | struc
across lots for my hotel. Some man at q