Eureka daily sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1871-1887, 1883-10-06
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The Pugilist Frightened Out OF Hi
wits by u Cowboys Arsenal.

The PugiIist Frightened Out OF His
wits by - Cowboys Arsenal.
Brooklyn Union.
John L. Sullivan told me . good story
Of his Western trip" said Buffalo Bill,
HE told it in this way: 4 arrived in
Kansas City late in the afternoon, and
when I had finished my exhibition it was
about II O'Clock. / strolled into the bar
/ Of the hotel, intending to take . nightcap
and go to bed, but I'd hardly put my nose
inside that room before . fellow with long
hair, big spurs, Z wide-brimmed hat and .
buckskin coat slapped me on the back.
YOU'RE John L. Sullivan, amt you ?"
ses be.
THAT'S my name ses 1.
"'Wal, ye've got the name of being
handy with yer props, now, haven't ye;
but l want yer ter distinctly understand
that I could kill yer inside of half q
second. I'm handy with my shooter, I
am.
"When l heard that. 1 wanted to handle
him very light, so said I. Come and have
. drink
".Don't mind whether I drink or fight
see he. Say the word, IAN I'll do either
- you.
"And with that he threw his arm around
my waist, ~ we walked toward the bar.
Thinks I, I put my paw around him, I'll
have him sure il it comes to the worst
and l slung my right arm around him.
But heavens! when I struck that arsenal
around his waist, and felt that, I didn't
know what time be might shoot; my arm
went like that Shaking it, and I dropped
it quicker than lightning. I set up the
drinks and kept settin' them up in the
hope that he'd get 30 drunk he couldn't
see to shoot, but the more he drank the
stsadier he got. At last he said:
"'Come down street q piece till I intro
duce you to my friends"
"Oh, Lordl thought ]. but I WAS afraid
Of offending him If l refused, 80 out on the
street we went. We didn't go far, but by
the light Of the gas-lamps and store I could
see that the street was full of cowboys.
"Come in here" said my guide, when
We came to . tough-looking saloon, crowd
men, this here's my friend John L. Sulli-
van. and il any one Of yer seseah, yes, or
turkey to him. I'll bore holes In YER
They made way for us at the bar and I
shook hands ell round, and they grinned
a. II they'd like the fun Of shooting pieces
out Of me.
Essays I: Let me order those drinks
sAh, you says he my credits good
here. Barkeeper, give MT some Are, and
be quick about 1t. Yer John L. Sullivan,
Oh? Well. do yer know who I am, -
your
mo, sir said I.
"Well. ] am Comanohs Jim, the Killer.
from Killers Town. Oh, I'm . wolf, VOW;
and its my day to howl, VOW, VOW.
"And with that he drew two shooters
and danced on the floor and blazed way
1t the lights and bottles. the barkeepers
lodging around to get out Of the way.
II had been getting more and more
scared ell the time. aud this finished me.
I was just sure he was getting wound up
to 60 for me, and ! determined to slope
while the walking was good. So ] said
"'Excuse me, ! want to speak to the
landlord and ! backed towards the rear
door.
"'Now I want you back In A. Of .
hurry said he, Mr.. John L. Sullivan,
champion Of the East
II put out. and he sent two balls after
me as . reminder. One cut drought the
tail OF my coat and another put . hole in
my hat. Hurry up John L. Sullivan I
could hear him shouting.
II got ous In the back yard, in Q region
OF s~even-foot fences, but . seven-foot fence
was nowhere. ! don't believe I touched
that fence nor the next three fences - I
struck across lots for my hotel. Some
man ct an upper window Of one Of the
houses ! passed took . flying shot at me
with . rifle, but that only made me 60 the
faster. I climbed in the back window at
my hotel, made 3 break up stairs, bolted
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