Woodville Republican. (Woodville, Miss.) 185?-current, 1889-09-21

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big luck. yo' hear me! They wus a
sorter humorous gang. too-fond O
their gags-n' many's circus they
he'd with po'r devils. s strayel into
reach O. their fins. II wus purity much
Injun fun. though-.all on one side.
Their boss scheme wus Their Shanghai
Court-'n' they worked the racket nigh
onto two year, afore t wus brok' up on
EN- They'd ketch stranger in camp.
rest him on some snide charge jerk
him up afore bunco court, fine him
the size 4 his pile, N turn him loose
'hougt solitary two-bit piece in his
clio es F he kicked"-and Hank gave
an expressive shrug which no had evil
IDENTIFY learned from his Mexican spouse
WALL kickin want gin'erally
healthy I that altitude.
''They hedn't none O these tin-horns
never seed Jack, though in course
they'd heerd tell on him. Jack wus out
on the butler range, bout thet time;
n comm down off'n the plains to git
up to the Ojo Calients, he stumbled
one evenin' into construction camp up
t the head O. He'll Canyon. You know
It no fearlesser cuss never lived n Jack
Frazier, but he seemed to alus hev sech
a power more OF foresightedness n any
body. He never was afraid o nothin'
m he allus wus ready fur everything
sorter prophetic-like
'He seen the camp firm a hogback,
bout quarter 4 a mile 'crost the arroyo.
He jes' stops right thar n hides his oil
Sharpe under ledge Yo' mind tibet
twenty-pound bufiler-gun tibet Jack a.
lus kerrid-fi fty-caliber, hundred n
twenty grains o. powder? Oh, shore
, you dot aOsts the one he killed thet
cinnamon bar with, up in the Green
horns, tibet time t yoW come so burned
near passin in your checks! Warn't
tibet king shot, thought You n the
bar wras' lin m Jack four hundred
yards off! Now 1 allus wuz raised to
smallish calibers, but Jack, he stood
out for the heavy ones. Them cat
ridges o his'n use to look bigger n
yo'r fist, m allus 'peared to me sinful
waste O good powder m lead; but then
Jack he did Use It sech awful long
. ranges. N how they did open up the
ventilation! Dog my cats 4 / don't
I believe yo cd "a throwed dog
! through tibet bar where Jack hit him!
, wal, S wus a-sayin', Jack left his
buffier-gun m picketed his boss on the
, far side O the hog-back, m hummoled
over to camp with nothin' but his
| forty-four He walked in m bought
a him See-gar, n set down on a stump
to look round. They wus right smart
! o rock work to do in the canyon, n s
a the men d be thar three or four
1 months, the camp wus considerable
I some for style. They had eight or
' nine board saloons. n gin'ral store
ter book. Jack, yO know, never
Y drinked nuthin'-said it spilled his
n nerve-'n' he set thar, lookin' round
r quiet-like, when up come one o them
n whaddoyersoy fellers, bigger N the
side 4 house, with two forty-fours in
n his belt m big tin badge.
, "'Git up out o tibet, sezzee to Jack.
We CANT hev no buns lying loose in
@ these yer parts Git move on yC
now, too quickT
a "Jack he sorter look ed round
q s'prised like; m he SEE, sezzee. TURF
BILE perlite n yit sorter sarcastic-like
: Eff It amt no skin offn yo'r elbow,
pard, l wus jubus T w dn't set yere {
d bit to let my har grow
"'WotF yells the tin-horn-fur he
\ warn't no marshal, no more'n l be
8 yo' givin' me yo'r cheap talkP Now
# yo' CANT go! I'll run yo' in fur drunk
t m disorderly N restin' a nofficer' IN
>. he drapped his big paw on Jacks col
= lar But ies' then the collar warn
r. thar. N Jacks pop wus a-lookin' thu
, cuss in the eye, reproachful-like.
Ie "'Keep on yor shirt, pard', seq Jacl
?, very quiet, sezzee, Et 20 re nofIicer
h I'll go with yo' peaceable, but keel
r yo'r mud-hooks off'n me, or I'll dral
a yo', shores God made little apples
n Now jes lead ahead whar yo' want me
id don't let yo' hands git near them gun
q o yorn. March,
e. 80 they sashays up the street til
ID they comes to shack whar the shan
ID ghais he'd Their head quarters The
es wus gang O. tin-horns, waitin' al
rs heeled; n when Jack N the jim-croN
g. marshal got thar, they jes' run him i
ut n locked him up in back room fu
IL drunk m disordly. Jack seen tn
m game then, but no never let on. II
he seen It they wus a-holdin' over him so
I'd warrant no use to buck. n he wer
or in peaceable s pie. Only they wuz the
lg funny leetle twist onto the corner I hi
d, mouth t yo' might r member seem tina
yn tibet night t he caught Coyote Jim rol
O. bin't his saddle-bags in Santa Fee, i
lis Jim tried to do him up with bowie
DIS Ever see any thing quite SO smooth
the way he sent the top o Coyote
a head sky-huntin'P
nd They KEEP Jack in the calaboose a
~ tibet night, n about eight o'clock in Ii
ly mornin' they fetched him into tn
-ot Shanghai court. Mysterious Dave, thu
en- made all them killin's round Dode
mt City. he was jedge, Poker Davis WI
"; distric' 'torney; m Ace-High French.
i'm Pistol Johnny, m s'm'others It ] di
remember wus jury. They didn't gi'
d. Jack no show fur his pile. but four
up him guilty the fust clSter. 'SarC
int him, SEE the jedge, n they did. JAG
rus he'd $68 in his clio es, N the marsh