Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1883-01-25
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Tie mining town of Banko had 10
shaaties. 10 tents, Go population. and
80 men who drank whisky, played old
sledge, carried knives and revolvers aud
stabbed and peppered each other on the
slightest prosocation. The one man
who didn't drink was slim. hungry
looking man, whom the boys had elect
ed for Justice of the Peace. Police JUS
tice, Chief of Police, chief fugleman at
funerals, superintendent of hospitals,
and principal of public schools.
He had ali he could do to carry around
bis load Of dignity. Had he added one
drink of whisky to his burden he would
have been crushed to earth.
One afternoon it became the painful
duty of the man of many honors to pro-
coed to the shanty occupied by Wicked
Jim of Arkansas, and to remark to that
individual:
James, it is the sentiment of this ere
entsrprisina town that you git up and
git"
Kin you back them remarks p
calmly inquired the Wicked, a. he
turned over in bed. =
Il reckon" whispered the Judge, a.
he brought tao Colts to bear on the
lemon shaped head not ten feet away.
Wicked Jim surveyed the situation
without wink. and after the lapse of
seventy seconds he placidly remarked:
I'm git."
"Wheu!''
"Soon as can pack"
''That'n dew, James," observed the
Judge, and he sased down the hammers
of his revolvers aud went away to select
site for college.
Wicked Jim betrayed mo particular
emotion as he went about his work
packing up, and At the end of an hour,
when he rode his mule out upon the
Campus Martins, with all his traps made
fast to the saddle, no one could have
suspected the Vesuvius raging in his
heart. A crowd had gathered to see
him off.
Gentlemen" said the Wicked, as he
bowed to the right and left, II spit upon
your town of Bunko. l can build bet
tor one of sand and grease. 1t amt a
1T town fur an aristocrat like me, and
I've allus knowed itr'
At this point three or four individuals
on the outskirts of the crowd began
shooting, but the Wicked took no notice
of the fact as he continued:
"The lion can't partner with the
jackal! The eagle can't mate with the
buzzard! Sinks, sluRgers, ours and rep
tiles, l gor'
Here the shooting increased one-h half,
and one of the bullets passed through
the Wicked's hat as be raised it and
continued:
But l will return, and when l do
look out for oceans of gore! In less
than a year I'll dump your town into
the river and hold the site fur private
graveyard! Whoop! Yip!-yi!-whoop!''
The Wicked held two shooters on the
crowd as he galloped of, and the result
was two men killed and three wounded.
A hundred bullets whizzed around the
fugitive, but he turned tho bend without
having received a scratch.
Twelve months had passed away. Il
was evening when five horsemen rode
slowly into BunkO. Wicked James rode
at the head Of the procession. He had
come to fulfil his promise, and there
was blood in his eye.
'How's this 'ere?" queried the Wick
ed, as the band reached the brow of the
hill and looked down upon the town.
Gas lamps were now burning in every
direction.
The procession moved down to the
spot where the Red Eye saloon had
stood year before, and again the
Wicked uttered a growl of surprise.
The saloon had disappeared. and in
its place stood a solid brick building
bearing the sign: "Manufacturers'
Band"
The procession moved down to the
voovt Onpnor ouop fpochlp Laid y,ovounonk
In place of "rhe Can Can Dive" was a
fine opera house. and across the street
was great hotel.
of house the procession moved down
from which the wicked had taken his
departure year ago. No, it can't be!
Here are blocks of stores, street car
line, market house, another hotel, a
railroad ticket Office, police station,
and a public museum.
The Wicked rubbed his eyes like
man who had slept too long. and he
looked this way and that in dumb
amazsment: By and BY he said:
Boys, let's gin one oldfaahioned yell,
and break this mirage"
They yelled in chorus.
The echo had not yet died away when
men wearing uniforms and silver stars
suddenly appeared, as if rising from the
earth. The Wicked and his oompan-
ions we're pulled from their saddles and
hustled across the square into prison
cells. and while they seemed to be strug-
Cling in the embrace Of some terrible
dream they were brought into court,
and heard the observation from q dig
nified Judge:
1--WE cannot tolerate such conduct in
q peaceful, law abiding city like Bunko.
The sentence of the Court is ninety
days in the workhouse for each one Of
your