Savannah morning news., 1885-09-05
DIDN'T LIKE WALL STREET.
A Cattle King's short Visit to the stock
Exchange.

black, rubber CATERS with dropping tops,
and mis- nails were long and horny. Be-
meath the waving line OF a soft felt hat his
dark-brown eyes, small and at times
sharp, restlessly took in everything with
in range. He was cattle king. Upon
the rolling lands OF Texas his herds
roamed, waxing fat and increasing rapid
ly. HIS name WAS good for six figures at
the Chicago stock yards, and III the com
mercisl reports he had all Of the letters
opposite his name that struggling young
business men. further down in the alpha
bet, look upon as crown jewels in com
merce. He pulled out Il watch that the
poor mans banker in Chatham street
would have called good Tor about SO. and
compared the time with the splendid mar
blefaced clock in a downtown office.
81 reck'n / amt much behind time" he
said to the boy IN the outer room. 81
want to gee my friend --- . Yes,
| will sit down. Tor, durn me, if | amt
tuckered out already. / never did see
such hard walkin' as on these pave
ments." The clerks caught some of his
metallic tones, and began TO crane their
necks to look at him. He met their gaze
steadily, and pulled away on the butt of
5-cent cigar, and mis- ewes were not only
upon the curious young men, who seemed
to suspec. that there was an Oddity
around, but they were upon every plece
of furniture and every picture. AS soon
as his friend, a Junior member of the
hrm, appeared, the cattle king jumped to
his feet, one of which be had been sitting
On, after the fashion of some women, and
met him with a genial smile, saying:
81 reckon you didn't expect to see me in
Moo York, did YOU? Wen, l brung a
bunch of beef cattle to Chicago, aud /
KUN on here. Got here last night, and, as
| feared you might be outer town, | tele-
graphed you | was Voin TO KUN. I've
seed enough OF Moo York. Oh, wouldn't
like to live here long. What do you do
when you want a quiet rest, 90 YOU can
think what you're about? Durned il |
could make my salt in this here place.
How do you all make livin', and whar
do YOU get enuii to feed YOU ALP"
That's what used TO puzzle Horace
Greeley" said his friend.
SIS Broadway allus soicrOwded? Why,
Pll be dOg-gQned ei a mans got any elbow
room here. How much did this here build
in costy Don't know? Wen, it must
cost n heap."
Elbow are things in Texas ~
WAL, they're Zittiu' little better.
Times amt so hard as they has been, and
the cattle men are in better spirits"
You still have your ranches2"
Lord. yes ] hain't got uuthin' else,
'cept cattle. II il wasn't fur COW drivin'
Pd'besou OF JOB"
LEI me see-hOw many cattle have you
got?'
swell, somewhere about sixty-five
thousen head; me6be few thOusen
more. "
'swhy, you ought to sell out. and come
here. You could buy house on Fifth av-
enue ard live in STYLE" .Ie-
VINO? Ne? No, stree, bub! Who
was that fellow who KUN heDe from
Californy arter he had made his pile
thar?v
I'VE have had number of millionaires
from California"
II mean that fellow that KUN cross
the country sayin' to everybody that he
was goin' to Moo York to break Jay
Gould.v
''You mean Mr.. James KeeneW
"Yes, yes, that's the man, Jim Keene.
Wen, he KUN here, and sot up in style,
didn't he?"
Yes"
But ne didn't break Jay Gould, did
he?v
''Oh, no.''
"But he got broke hisself, didn't he?"
"Well, he was unfortunate"
"Wall, don't want to be unfortunate.
know all about punching cows, but
amt got brains enough to keep up with
you folks.'
you underestimate yourself. A
shrewd man in any line has field IN
New York. Daniel Drew was a cattle
mani"
.''He didn't stick to it, did her"
"Oh, no."
stuattrfa1 bis t,,oL- IN VVa1i STRAIT didn't
hep"
Yes, and"
''He got broke, didn't he?"
tsYes, hut"
"Well, he oughter stuck TO the COWS
like I'm in TO do. tell YOU, wouldn't
live in this noise week for the whole As
tor house. I'd jes die. A man hain't got
no peace of mind in Noo York. It's no
uiace Tor me, and I'm gOin' straight home
tonight"
The cattle king said that he hadn't
much curiosity TO 20 abcur much, as be
was anaiA ~ lNct rockets and bunco
steerers, but he added
II would like to see that place whar
folts 10 crazy"
"Blackwelfs island?"
"No, that amt the place whar they yell
and gamble"
"Oh, the Stock Exchange. Come with
me-"
The two passed out to the elevator, tho
costot when the cattle king asked. and
then he reached Broadway, and looked
susriciously at those who gave him pass
iug glance.
"Where are all these people goin' do
you reckon! Why. they seem gOin' af-
ter sOmethin' IN great hurry. Now you
tell me when we get to Wall street."
"All right, here we are"
"Wait a moment" said the Texan, as be
stopped.
lie deliberately buttoned up his coat to
the top ana telt 20 see f has watch was
still safe. lie looked down the street like
one expecting 10 see a surging mass Of
lunalics grabbing for each others valua-
bles, and the expression Of his face be-
trayed the mystery Of the disappOnt-
ment. No one grabbed him by the arm to
draw him into a whirlpool OF ruin, and
the passers by merely glanced 10 take in
the outline OF a strange figure in the city
throng. The custom house he thought
WAS jail, and the Sub-Treasury he sup
posed was n court house. He peered
around every corner 10 see the "den Of
ihieyes,' and he glanced uueasiy into the
easements for sharks, while he seemed TO
sean the second story windows for vam-
pires.
"Where are they ?" he asked. after few
minutes silence.
"WhOY
"Why. the bulls and the bearsl'