The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1888-04-19
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THE MAN FROM sPEARFIsH
The War he Hustled un sinners


"pm the man from Spearfsh," he said, as
he entered the sanctum and placed his hat upon
the gracefully poised head of Venus on the
managing editors pine esCritoire. Pm the
guardian angel o the gloomy gulch, an please
let that attach itself to yer memory with
gladdenin' grip~
"In business ont at Spearlish?" asked the
salaried liar of the force.
Business? Wal | should softly twitter that
I am. In business? That's a purity conun-
drum to fire at the business head o. the hull
diggin's! I'm the fountain head from witch
the business O the hills purls forth with q
tinkIin' purll I'm the log from witch the
| chips o business fly wen the Ak o. progress is
a-swiugin' Ketch on?'
Interested in mines we presume ?"
Nav I'm lawyer, a doctor Justice O.
the peace, notary public postmaster stage
agent, proprietor O the gnaral store an min
lister O. the gospel I'm the blazin sun around
witch the satellites o the camp revolve."
You say you are preacher? Do you have
charge of the spiritual welfare Of the diggingsW
Do / ? Pardon me les a moment till |
work up blush O. modcsty. ! don't want ter
brag on myself, partner, but ! reckon ef ye'd
go out thar, the boys'd want to make yer be-
/ lieVe that when I'm in proper trainin' / can
/ sling the Twin word ahead Of any gospel sharp
1 that ever tried to corral a herd o. sinners. My
! modesty'd git to itchin' if should refer to my
J DNA pUAtib . labACTtI the uoSbS y cdLdI, DuJ
| the truth won't feel insulted if / incidentally
/ observe that wen | begin to ladle out the
| sacred truth the TampaTts o sin tremble as if
shaken by a mighty wind, an imps o. perdi-
tiOn hunt their holes till the cyclones over ?
! Wen ] git fair spread on a rattlin' text an
| pass the fust quarter pole an hold myself down
| to my work, the raiteEs o. the tabernacle pop
like castanets an the ungodly followers o. sin
hist their tails an light out fur the eyerlastn'
/ hillsi When / shed my worldly coat an rastle
| with the powers o. sin the air is filed with
smoke an hair an the awe-stricken masses set
down an trembe. Pardner. / reckon l kin
preach little wen the spirit o. inspiration
| cottons to me on the squar'"
| Do you have good success in turning sim
ners into the straight and narrow way? DO
you reap rich harvest of souls and snatch
| them from the brink of that awful precipiee of
| sin and eternal damnation upon which, alas
too many are now stauding?" asked the city
editor, wiping tear from his eye and looking up
from glowing description of a prize dog fight
| on which he had won more than 80 drinks.
Once more permit to turn around while a
blush mantles my modest cheek. Partner.
mighty few o. 'em gifts away when the music
o. my theological voice hits 'em in the ear.
Wen | git after band O. sinners an begin ia
howl my means o. salvation at 'em Pm agoin'
to round up the herd if / have 10 use a six
shooter as a logical an convincfn' argument
As one O. our leadin' hymns sez:
Sinners halt aud take a tumble
" eu ye bear the preachers call,
Else the siHnkin' pop will rumble,
An yer pride ii take fall
He won't stan 10 foolish haltiu'
" en- hc ioOts his bg baZOO-
IN his work so grand, eXaitin',
lie won't stand 80 bluff from you!"
"An', partner he won't! Wen I light ou
arter an impcnitGnt sinner I'm goin' to fetcl
'im if / have TO drag i'm up to the sanctuary By
the heels an turn in over to the coroner righ
Mt the altar. That's the sort Of q heavenly mes
senger l am"
Your hymns have a free and easy style
about them that lends them great powers of at
traction" remarked the telegraph editor.
"Tbsnkee boss, thankee Writ em mysel
and s0t EN- to any chunes ] could ketch onto
Thars our warning hymn f'rinstauce, tina
glides along in this way:
Soon GabrieFs trump viii be tOotin' an tootin'
With a great an appallin' sound,
Then tc sinners viii ic seen rootiu' an rootin'
A tryin' fur TO buFrow IN the ground!
On that last day you'll be walin' an a wain
, ( But your Waiiin' n's viii be too late.
= Your plesans VIII be unGyan uuaYain',
On that fast comm date
"Etcetery, cteetery. That used ter rous
T 'em, partner every time. Wal, must travel
if any o yer ever come ter Spearfsh drop int
! the tabernacle an sit down under the droppin'
r o my sanctuary. If / don't show you som
f wild buckin agin sin thatll raise yer bar III
set my face toards the gates o. perditi0n an
tell you TO kick ne in. Good by"
, And he moved out with a severe expression
r / on his tanned face