Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1884-06-15
HOW HE DROVE A COACH.
The liking of the COwbOys'' Tells How
He Held His Position.

Chicago Eelcs
"Yes, that ar's a regular old res'denter.r
As he spoke he placed his hand tenGerlv
on the tire Of the Deadwood coach and
cast melancholy glance in the direction
of the setting sun. His great breast
heaTed slowly and his long, black hair
waved gently in the breeze. His rudy
face was little less bright than his red
flannel shirt. His blue eyes frightened
when, turning his gaze at the old stage.
he continued: ''She's bin thar. tell ey
tha'Ts many yarn as she could spin if FER
tongue wuZn't made o. wood. An the ole
feller as drives 'er 'es a cap'n. Yes, an
'es res'denter, too. But e amt Is
goods some PYe seed.''
''1Ou never drove a cOacb?7 the re-
porter asked, as he and Buck Taylor, the
''cowbOy KING" continued their walk
among the objects Of the frontier which
are in the show at the driving park.
Mop" the cow-puncher, as he is
pleased to call himself replied: claws a
me" he added, quickly; ''what's think
ing about! l have, too, an it wuZn't
many vars ago, luther. Only SIGH as have
gone by since they opened the Oregon
Short Line Railroad. 1t come about this
way. I'd been a rOustin aroun' fer some
time, an w dead broke. l tried to git a
place on a ranch, but, bein winter, they
w all full. So when hearn about a new
coach line as they w goin' to open L went
up to ShOshOne to see Their foreman. I'd
never driv four bosses, but I'd rode
enough to know the nat'r o. the critters
an felt coniydent in askin' fer job. The
Teller he hired me. / mind jis as well as
lift wuz Yesterday the fust morning l got
up on the box. Laws a me, if didn't
think them are four lines WOE a million!
But / got away all hunky. / knowed the
kintry like you'd know a book, and fer
three days the sailin' wuz smooth. 'Tiast
there WuZ one trip-up. l WuZ a-goin'
from Boise City over to ShoshOne, an
hadn't but one passenger. He w a old
chap NJ had lots o. money an wuz goin'
West ter look after some mines. That ere
man he scolded all Their way. He uz a
ridin' 18th me on Their box, an l uZ
skally hootin' down Their Hill like light
ming, fer she wuz as slick as three days
sleet could make Ter. While | wuz a
lettin' 'er flicker the man he wuz gettin'
skeert. Jis' as l went to turn a sharp
curve | seed some mule, teams a-comin'
right up whar the road WuZ the narriest,
l pulled aroun' ter let 'em pass, an iis' as
/ done it Their wheel struck a dornick am
over went the coach. The passenger he
fell among the feet of theT mules, an
never seed sich scramblin' as e done. /
pulled up my bosses an then turned to
help him. Laws me, how / did laugh
That ere Teller w all skinned up, an e
hadn't 'nuf hands ter put on all the sore
places. Then the men 18th Their mules
helped me boss up Their COACH an we
started. Laws a me! but how that Teller
raved! He swore as how he'd report me.
l axed i'm not to do it, fer I'd get dis
charged, an then he sw0re wuss an
wuss. Thinks | ter meself, Buck, she's
a-gettin' blue, fer if that feller reports We
yer'u 90, sure. So l axed Tim agin am
agin not ter do it, an Their more | axed
there wus e got. l tole i'm how rs sit
yated, but e said if l couldn't drive |
hadn't no business ter be a DRIVER. So
thinks ! ter meself, Buck Taylor, if yer
STAN this l dom know We. AM then
that's what | concluded.
Il pulled up the bosses an come to a
dead stan'-still. Jis' as rs a takin' nv
foot off Their brake the Teller he aXed
What yer a goin' to do nowp 'Nothin'
much,' SEE /. Nothin'p he howled,
'what'r We stoppin' fer then? 'Nothin'
much, only Pm a-goin' ter kill We afore
bulge mother inch,' l SEE. Then Their
feller'e commenced a do the beggin'.
Laws me, how he did coax! But l
looked cold at him; ter, thinks / ter me-
self, Buck, yer got the drop on i'm now,
an maybe yer won't git it agin if We let
i'm up in lis spirits
81 rich down in me boot an pulled out
a long, ole-fashion'd Colt As, ut $ rusty IS
It could be. L begun ter cline off Their
box.
".Whatp SEE 'e, yer don't mean It, do
yer?'
II tole i'm ther only chance 'e had's in
goin' up ther canyon 18th me.
'He come down, but it IS awful slow. l
made him git afore me, am then we
started up Their canyon. About half
mile Ter so from the road we stopped.
Now SEE l, git down on yer pra'r
bones.'
"'What fur?' he axed, awful pit'ful.
"'GOin' ter swar We not ter tell about
upsettin',' SEE l. Now up 18th yer paw
and foller the words as 1 give 'em ter ye'
she raised Ter up slow. Then l swore
i'm. On goin' back to the coach we foun'
Ter all hunkey, am we went on an he
never blabbed. l got in twenty-seven
days afore Their company foun' out 1
couldn't drive nohow."