The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1886-08-12
A NIGHT ENCOUNTER.
How an Innocent-Lookins Tenderfoot Sub
dued q Dakota Terror.

dued q Dakota Terror.
The hotel proprietor in one Of the
small Dakota towns glanced at the
register to get the name of the guest
who stood the other side of the coun-
ter, and then addressed him as follows:
II reckon, Mr.. Grip, thet I'll hev
a hard time findin' place fer you to
sleep tonight You see, there's been
a smashup about three miles down the
road, an all the passengers has to stay
here tonight. y
'.But mast have place to Sleep"
returned the guest.
"Well, I s'pose I'll hev to put you in
with Bill Jenkins. Ever slept with
Bill?"
Mr.. Grip acknowledged that he had
never had that pleasure.
"Well," continued the proprietor,
she's the only one can put you in
with. I'll give you fair warnin' bout
his tricks, an then if you want to risk
it you kin. Bills the dernedest kicker
in these parts When he gifts to sleep
he kin out kick any mule in thirteen
counties. Why, stranger, one night
we was crowded an put an Eastern
feller in with Bill. Well, sir, long
about three o'clock Bill got dreamin'
an got excited, an he jest braced his
back up agin' the wall an let fly. That
was the last we see of that stranger
until long in the afternoon, when he
come limpin' into Che office here pretty
badly bunged up. He said he lit some
where over in the next township
ssKicks, does hep' remarked the
stranger plaeidly.
"Well, don't he jest? Howsomever,
eff You want to try him mebbe he'll be
quiet-like tonight"
The tale seemed to in no wise disturb
Mr.. Grip. He said very calmly that he
guessed he would risk it, and asked to
see his valise moment. He rum
mayed in that an instant, pulled out an
enormous pair of spurs and sauntered
off to bed.
The following morning the famous
Bill jenkins was found sleeping under
the office desk. When awakened, he
limped painfully across the room, took
his stand by the stove and remarked:
II guess you needn't put any more
tenderfoots in to sleep with me"
'What's the matter, Bill!'' asked the
proprietor, in surprise.
"Dern me, eff know" was the re.
sponse. That there feller seemed to
hev spikes CROWN out of his feet.
''WhyP What happened?" asked a
dozen in chorus.
''Well, fellers, I'll tell ye, on the
quiet. You see, went to sleep all
right, and got to dreamin' was q
mule or jackass or suthin' O. that
sort, an L let fly with my feet. He lit
out in the middle of the floor some
where. but didn't say anything only
crawled back into bed. woke up
when kicked, an it sort o. riled me
to see him crawl back so calm like.
tho't hadn't put enough muscle into
it, an Twas jest gettin' ready for another
when he muttered kind O. savage like
and blazed away hisself. Say, fellers
did any of you ever sit down on cir
cular saw Nop Then you don't
know nothin' about that kick. 1t pretty
near made me howl. Ithurt my feelin' s
too, fer tho't my reputation was a
stake, so the next time | turned loose
made it snorter. He struck up agIl
the wall and smashed a lookin' glass
but he crawled back into bed agin jes
as though nothin' had happened, ant
afore I knowed it he was dreamin
again. never got another whack a
him. 1t jest kept me humpin to kee]
clear of his feet. felt jest as thougl
buzz-saw was goin' up and down m.
spinal column all the time. Once o
twice tho't was hit with pile drive
loaded with sharpened spikes. Hey
What's thatp No; guess you needn'
saddle my hoss to-day. don't believ
as want to ride any more this week
kin walk. You don't know what
comfort feller's feet is sometimes.
A look of panied surprise came int
Bills face at this moment, as he SAL
the strange tenderfoot come into th
room and deposit a pair of bright spur