, 1884-08-17
WESTERN WAGGERY.
A TenderfOot Who Looked for In
dians and Found Some.
George Washington swayhack and
His Great Political Mission.
John Chase's Wonderful Horse and
|. C. Whlpple's Cow.

He was a genuine New York dude. His
clothes were of the latest cut; his mus
tache equally new; his pronunciation very
early English; his style immense.
This was all against him when be came
to Cheyenne several months ago. What
was for him was a letter from Secretary of
War Lincoln to the head of the Commits
sary Department at Camp Carlin, request
ing hat the youth be provided with a
clerkship.
The slight wink Of a Secretary of War
is an emphatic nod when made in the
right direction, and a clerkship was soon
provided. The labors attached to this
clerkship would seem light to an ordinary
mortal, but to a New York dude, badly
afflicted with early English, they were too
arduous, and he soon became ''doosedly
broke up, you know" As much to get
him out of the way as anything else, he
was detailed to attend to some trivial
duties at Carter's station near Fort Bird
ger. This wild part of the Territory is
naturally suggestive of Indians, and in his
new field Indians were what the New
Yorker yearned for and for lack of which
he was not happy. He practiced daily at
target shooting in order to be prepared
when the opportunity zane for dropping
e redskin. The opportunity soon anne.
Two teamsters riggen up in paint,
feathers and blankets, left the station be-
fore daylight one morning and waited a
convenient distance out. That morning
the startling information that hostile In
dams were in the vicinity was impaired to
the dude.
AS a nan who had been thirsting for
Indian gore for several weeks, he was APP
pealed to. Would he repel the foe2
As a clerk in the Comnrissary Depart
ment, he was the only representative of
the United States Army at hand, and he
felt it his duty to help repel.
Two men were left to guard the station,
and the agent and the dude started gun
ming for the Indians.
IL is not necessary to add they were
armed to the teeth.
Cautiously they sKirted through punches
of willows along the creek bottoms. They
took the direction in which the red men
had been seen.
With the proverbial politeuess of a
New Yorker the station agent was allow
ed to take the lead.
He was in the lead some distance when
suddenly over the brow Of a hill rode two
dusky forms. They circled their horses
and fired. The agent fell. He had life
enough left at the moment to shout run
for you life, and her almost died laugh
ing TO see the New Yorker make tracks
for home. Two or three more shots and
a series of war whoops by the station
agent, reinforced blythe teamsters, spurred
him on, and in his fight he dropped gun,
revolvers and cartridges, so that his trail
was easily followed.
Reaching the station it was found he
had telegraphed to the Commandant at
Fort Bridger to send on troops at once"
to which message the operator had dis
creetly added, don't deliver" Since
that eyentful day in his history the dude
hasn't yearned for any more Indians, and
after a vain effort to bride the inhabitants
of Carter's Station to secrecy, he has APP
piled to headquarters for his return TO
Camp Carlin or some other civilized
locality