Daily globe., 1883-08-16
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sauntering across that structure so dear
to the city of Brooklyn.
eyes, it's something of the style we
bridge cutters out West"
"Ah, then you are Western man ?"
remarked the pale city toiler.
"You can ante on that boss, every
time. I'm just landed from the bosom
of the rip roarin' West"
And how is the West? Apretty nice
place to live in, I fancy; but from all I
hear, it must require some nerve to face
all its dangers ?"
Nerve, nerve? Well I should smile;
why, man, you'd not live long enough
In that climate to pick your lot in the
cemetery. I'm from Dakota, hear me?
from the land of CORY scalp-locks and
busted thermometers.
Indians there? Why, I had sup
posed they were all at peace now, and
gathered in the agencies"
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"Why, as came down the Missouri I
saw no less'n 10000 in war paint and
feathers. Did you ever see an Indian
pony-a regular scrubby, half-breed
pony?"
The city man never had.
well" continued the plainsman, "I
was coming down from the up country
to strike the Missouri, when I was set
upon by red devils. 'Twas just coming
dark, and heard such hullabaloo as
would make you shake in your skin,
horses stampin', greasers yellin' and
bullets fyin' all round me. I knowed
twas run or die, and I just let go that
pony. He was of my trainin', and I
made just 200 miles between that an
daylight. Oh, we travel out West!"
well, did you outrun them?"
Il should smile. Long about mid
night L heard the last yell, and when I
struck the Missouri I was empty as a
contribution-box and dry as a prayer
meetin'."
"And the pony?"
"Oh, he was fresher'n when he started,
but was no good, as I'd made up my
mind to come down the river"
"But where did you find a boat?"
asked the pale man.
"Boat, who said I wanted a boat?
Why, man, did you ever hear of the
Missouri river? Did nobody ever tell
you what a current that river has? I
fust took a comfortable-sized log,
mounted that, an with couple of
branches padded out in the stream.
"Once in the current I fust stretched
myself on the log and went to sleep,
waking up that afternoon at Fort
Buford, 800 miles below. Our rivers
has currents; they kin glide, you bet"
Il suppose you have been something
of a miner, too?"
We'll, there, stranger, you struck
my racket pat; I rather think I've
shoveled dirt. Me an my partner
washed claim that panned thousand
to the foot. We rolled up wealth till
we sickened of the yellow dirt, an
then put the hull thing up on a poker
hand"
"And Iost?"
"Lost? No; but won bigger one
than our own"
"And where is this mine now?"
"Where We found it," sneered the
fierce plainsman. ave people West
make money when we start. No $40 a
week clerk business, you bet"
"Ard this game of poker; how's
that?" timidly asked the city man.
Never play it? Why, man, you
don't mean it? Let's liker an I'll
teach you. That's my game. But Tll
only play square with you and show
you some points. I'm the champion
poker-player from Glendive, you hear
me?"
Presently the quiet city man and the
roaring terror of the West were alb
sorbed in a poker game in the back
parlor of a Fulton street saloon. The
crowd gathered. The play went on.
Luck favored the city man, and he
raked in his opponents money-ten,
twenty, fifty, 100. Then luck turned,
he lost and kept losing, until the 100
first won and four more were in the
hands of the plainsman. Then, no
longer daring to lose, he grasped his
rat and fed, amid the roars of the
crowd.
Lets imbibe."
The crowd stood up. The champion
poker-player flung ten to the bar
keeper,
dot is no goot,"
Another and another bill was pre-
sented and refused.