Cooperstown courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., Dak. [N.D.]) 1883-1884, 1884-10-31
Official Paper Of Griggs County
The tsebel YEN.

The tebel Yell.
There was dead silence in Gillespie's.
The boys were sitting around the room
sort o. scattered like. Old Mr. Winter
bottom was amusing himself squirting
tobacco Juice on Enger's dog, which was
stretched out by the fire, while Jimson-
weed sat with his old head dropping
his thoughts evidently in Indiana and
the dead past. The old man finally
Strengthened up, looked about him,
pushed back his hat, and gave success
sion of wild unearthly yells, that sent
the dog with a terrified howl through the
window, taking sash and all with him.
while old Winterbottom slid under the
billiard table Sitting his coat, Will,
r-r-r-r;p, and Hank run behind the bar
for his shot gun.
keep yer seats. gents said Jimson-
weed, waving his hand calmly. II got t.,
thinkin' about West Virginny and !
couldn't seem to stand it no longer. ]
was alludin' to the late onpleasantness.
Them ls the genuine rebel yell. and We.
are gittin' thar. It's on Me. Everybody
come up. feel like could mop the
floor with the abolition ticket -
Here little Mr. Winterbottom, who
had crept out from under the billiard
table, swaggered across the room will.
his coat open in the back, and declared
that he was ''seventy-four years old.
sixty-four. anyhow. and when it come
to nloppin' the floor with the abolition
ticket. probably Jimsonweed would. like
to wrap him around the ticket. He fit
in the rebellion himself. Probably Jim
sonweed fit; probably he hollered, but
he (Winterbottom) was not to he intim.
idated. He believed in free Speech
YES said Jimsonweed, seem to
listen to yer remarks-free speech and
plenty o. liquor is about yer size. How!"
He returned his glass to the bar. and
shaking his long finger at his bantam
oppon mt, continued: "Why, Mr.. Win
terbottom, had a brother as was a saw
bones as killed more men than you did
Yer see, my brother was eddicated-you
amt eddicated seem to believe-and
he was surgeon in a Sucker regiment;
hut lie was fur the confederacy, first,
last and all the time; and when he was
doin' hospital work, and was on the
carve. he Was worse nor a regiment OF
black hoss cavalry. Abolition legs and
arms flew outen the window like cllaff
Outen tanning mill. One day he was
fixen upa Yank for dysentary, and as
lie raised his knife the man seen ht
didn't have no show, so lie give the
grand llailin' sign of distress of the 1l6
degree odd fellers. The doctor says sort
o. sympathizin' like, "What moight that
monkey business meant" and the dys-
entary man said "That's the grand
l:ilin' sign of Distress "You have
got distress, have you," says the doctor.
''in the head. | presume," and, sweal
me, if he didn't trepan that yanks skull
till he didn't know a lailin' sign of dis
tress from fo mlnce pies and u can
teen of whisky, and it cured his dysen-
tary; at least he never knowed enough
TO deny it. Them WASH the times for
monkey business. Our politics is radi.
cal, and you will jest as we'll remember
that MIR. Winterbottom in all yer future
relations with the Jimsonweed family.
How!
The red man has 'ost his picturesque
ness. Monday a caravan passed through
the town. Where was the red blanket
Where the squat pony. steered between
cottonwood poles, by the bare legged.
clay bank squaw? Where the buck.
bringing III, the rear in solitary gran
denr. with his pigeon toes piercing the