Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1889-06-18
THE WESTERN fraaos
me Pstniant Pop ~ His Gum p,,
Peace No s1-,s. ~

Nj ''nnH towns In New
~. s'o"ico' ana IS encountered in the cat.
tie country at rare intervals bu, ~.
occupation is gone. The march -
ciVilizatlon has been too much for h;u.
ne once numerous and thrifty elias,
nave been thinned down until onlv /.
laughing stock is left. Twas in Chav.
enne when Speckled Tom, Big Pete =,
via Charley used to come dano,na
,h'o oar-room with gum in eitbsr
hand and sing out:
NOW then, hands upr'
Every hand went up.
"Mebbe thars some cat.mo,n.
thinks ne can take the twist out nv
coat tails," ~
IL there was he didn't come to tho
front. '"'
Hands DOWN.
Every nand dropped.
I'm taking up collection fur the
benefit of Bill Jackson's wilder and
anybody who feels like contributing
VIII be afforded an opportunity"
we all felt like it. Indeed. every
man was anxious to part with a dollar
or TWO ! saw four Terrors killed in
that town, each one dying with hi,
ooots on, and was giving one of them
drink OF water when he shiyered.
TOOK long breath, and died as he said,
Il was a-trying to git up to ten, and
hev stopped short at seven. could
tally eight on you, but I've lost nv
popper!'
followed the Terror to Laramie.
and many of an evening as I sat in the
Office OF the hotel he entered, with cat
like tread, and opened a sudden fusil
iade on lamps, keyboard. ceiling and
doors, observing at the finis: -
Scuse me, gentlemen, but its Just
my way II any Of you don't happen
TO like my way, pleass mention it!'
We always male haste to assure him
that his way was Al, full jewelled and
extremely pleasant. and that we should
feel honored if he drank at our ex-
pense. One night boy from Nebraska,
who was strange TO our ways, and who
had his ear barked by bullet, hauled
out and plugged the Terror plumb cen
ter. He expressed his sorrow when
too late. had my coat under the Ter
ror's head when the death rattle came
TO his throat, and he whispered:
Its mighty queer, isn't it? l allus
hated you fur them red whiskers, and
had dropped in tonight to fill you
full OF leadl'
followed the Terror up the Gunison
valley. He was getting attenuated and
losing his sand. When he had stree,
row he sheltered himself behind post,
and when he ''let GO in saloon there
was suspicious uncertainty in his
tones as he clicked his guns and said
I'm just awaiting fur some kyote to
move an eyelash or stir his tongue"
We not only moved, but we even
ventured to offer him advice. and by.
and-by the day came when l turned g
corner to find him dying at my feet.
was loosening his neck band as he
opened his eyes and said:
"Downed by burned bullwhacker,
who didn't know which end of his pistol
went off,
met the Terror for the last time at
Custer City. was sitting in saloon
when the door was kicked open with a
ha .
revolver in either hand. He had long
hair, a big hat and buckskin suit.
He hungered for gore-not the sor
adulterated with cottonseed oil ant
warranted No. /. but the red blood
fresh from the human system and
served up in puddles on the newly
mopped floor. He whooped. He yelled
He cracked his heels together. He
snapped his right-hand gun, but It wa;
a cheap cartridge. He snapped th'
other, but there was only dull click.
Then a small man with a bald head
and bow legs and consumptiye look
came out from behind a curtain and
knocked him down. and flung his guns
into the street, and whistled for {
policeman. Next morning | was il
court when the Terror pleaded guilty
and added:
Your Honor, l made fool Of my
self. If you'll let me off I'll go back t.
pushing wheelbarrow at ten shilling
a day"
Poor Terrorl | lament his downfall
N. Y. sun.