The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-01-24
BRAVE BRADY.
Bill NYe, in Puck.l

tBll Nye, in Puck.l Human nature, high and low, rich ane poor, shows certain points of resemblance wherever we may roam. A party of u drove in from the headwater of tn, Cachee la Pondre a few years ago, anc the coach-driver we had hired for the triE was little wiry Irishman whose trans Missouri name was Finecut Brady. Hs was quite little fellow, weighing abou II3 pounds without his revolvers. He was about the only meek appearins Irishman that had ever seen. While we were in camp, or on the road, ws could make Finecut do anything for us and some of the boys got to imposing or him, thought. Coming up the steep and dizzy road that leads out of the valley of Pondre across the hills toward Dia. mond peak, we saw half mile up the hill, buckskin mule. Finecut saw him and recognized him, apparently for, very much to my surprise, he handed the lines to me and said:
 Here, William, steer these Cayuse brutes up the hill, while assassinate tha, man, will you2 ?"
 Certainly" said I |: "any time you see anything on the road that you want to kill just hand the ribbons to me and I'll do the heavy driving"
 Finecut took out his revolver, looked it over to see that it was in shape, and then put it back in his p4nnier. By the time we were within fifty yards of the solitary horseman, and was a little nervous when l saw that he was big fierce-looking kind of Captain Kidd, who could take two such weasels as Brady and thump their heads together. We tried to pacify Finecut but he was wild with passion. He was perfect cy- clone of wrath. He got down from his seat and hailed the stranger with a per feet deluge of profanity. It made my blood run cold, and friend of mine in the party, who had been a policeman for some years, and was therefore unaccus. toned to danger in any form, crawled under the seat. said:
 Brady, you little mosquito o-brained Irish annex, for heavens sake take one of your size"
 We all tried to call him of, but it was of no use. He was determined to kill the stranger, and told him to draw his gun.
 ;" Pull your weapon, you blankety blanked liar from up the goolch," said Brady; a-r-r-r-m yourself and shoot your dye-stoo6, you cowardly freak of nature, while ventilate your immortal soul. Come down off that yaller mool and get yourself mizzured for a funeral sermon, you automattick horse-thief of the w-o-r-rld. I've been lookin' for you, 10, these minny days. Why don't you lave yourself down aff that buff mool, you intillictooal phenomenon, till lave the daylight in your diafram p
 The man seemed thunderstruck. He muttered something or other, but we couldn't hear what it was. Brady saw that he wasn't armed, and with a final threat to shoot him on sight if he didn', take back what he had said about him, Finecut came back and climbed into the wagon. We drove on ct a trot, and everybody hove a sigh of relief. As l looked back the black-whiskered stranger still sat on his mule, in the road, without a sign of moving on. He seemed to have been paralyzed with fear.
 knew Finecut for years after that, but always called him MT. Brady. He drove us out to the mountains after that many times, but we never allowed ourselves to impose on him. We used to vie with each other trying to win Mir. Brady $ esteem. If he had asked me for ten dollars would have loaned 1t to him just as soon as could find friend who would let me have it. He could have got any favor out of me after that little incident in the canon.
 Last summer was again riding in the same locality with the sheriff, not through any fault of my own, however, when all at once we met the solitary horseman that Brady had cowed and pulled years ago on that identical road. He was mounted on the same ecru mule. was afraid he would recognize me as an accomplice of Bsady's, and load me down with re- pfoaches and lead; but he did not. He rode silently by, not even returning the sheriff 2 salutation.
 asked the sheriff who that was.
 That man on the yaller mule? Don't you know him2 Why, that's Minkins, poor cussl When the resurrection comes off Gabriel will have to raise Minkins by hand"
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 ~Oh, he got mixed up with prema- tuEc blast on the Comstock in m early day, end that's the. last noise he ever heafd distinctly. Paralyzed, his hearing and talking outfit. l shpuldnt be sur- ptiSed II Minkins missed the resurrec- tinA :altogstAer." s4.ss.n s. .s, s-e------ ---- ~sfe aI { Bsownslroa Tonic prevents chills.