Woodville Republican. (Woodville, Miss.) 185?-current, 1889-09-21
LONG.RANGE JACK.
How They "shanghaied the Buff
falo-Hunter.

',Nop Never heerd how they shang-
haied Jack Frazier, up in Coloraydo?
Wal, I'll be buffaloed! l thought yo
was thar then. No, / mind now, yo
wus down in Arizony-whar the same
gang fetched up afterw'ds Wat times
them wusl'
Hank meditatively crossed his boots,
injected a gill OF tobacco juice into the
little Mexican fireplace, and sighed
heavily. He always sighed when he
thoughtof 1.-THE good old times when a
man had some show in the West-'fore
the dudes got so burned thick" A
famous hunter, his rifle was no longer
q means Of livelihood; a persevering
miner, sure fortunes had slipped out of
his fingers dozen times He had
wandered from pillar to post, to keep
from under the crowding heels of civil
ization, but wherever he went, he
found them soon crowding him again.
And that evening, riding up to the head
of the Canyon de Juan Tafoya, in one
OF the remotest corners of New Mexico,
whom should l stumble upon but old
Hank, living contentedly in a wee
adobe hut with wee, adobe-colored
wife. He had settled down" at last
to his first permanent home in fifty
years.
"Cain't stay? Wal, 'llow s how
yo' aOi!l stay! F yo try to slope firm
yere. Wen sorter diskiver whuther
yo've got any sliker with yer gun then
or Hank is! Why dog my cats, pard,
! didn't reck'n yo'd play me no sech a
games thst. Yo're goin' to stay yere
week-yo her me2 Margarita, yere's
one o my old amigos. Git him some
chuck now, lively"
To tell the truth, Hank needn't have
been half so bloodthirsty about it The
pdisaBOs at Casa Salazar could wait a
bit for their pictures; and old Hank was
an entertaining companion at all times,
as we'll as staunch friend, whom had
not seen for years. So stay it was.
Margarita was very good house
keeper. The little 'dobe room was
clean as whistle, and the supper OF
frigoIes and chile con carne couldn't
have been better. When it was over,
she piled two fresh sticks of cedar up
right in the togOn, and sat down near
us, for she understood English-or,
rather, she understood Hank. So while
he late" occasionally from huge plug,
and nursed my pipe, she listened with
manifest PRIDE and smoked little cigar.
cites which she rolled deity from {
pinch ST Durham and a bit Of soft corn
husk. And what yarns old Hank die
spin-of savage struggles with griz
lilies; of deadly fights with Apache
Navajo and Ute; OF wonderful shots and
awful hardships; of golden placers ant
''lost mines" and OF the adventures
and wanderings OF mutual companions
of the old days. There was no exag
geration and no braggadocio abou
Hank. A stranger would have found /
hard to worm these matters out OF hin
at all; but tonight we two sat in tn,
pleasant glow of old recollections, ant
his tongue loosened as had neve
heard il before. And when, In running
over the roll-call OF Times 'dead
wounded and missing" we came dow
TO the name OF Jack Frazier-"Long
Range Jack" my inquiry as TO hi
fate caused Hank to erupt in the word
! have quoted above.
Frazier, as remember him, was
man of short stature, wiry build, an
the real marksman's eye of steel gray
He was wonderful shot. particular
in the high distances, whence he &c
his popular nickname He had bee
by turns a fur-trapper. Government
scout and buffalo hunter for the army
and his remarkable traits made hir
noted wherever he was.
''Ya'as," continued Hank, after med
tative interval, Jack gotshanghaied u
to He'll Canyon. Mus be goin' on eigf
year, now. IN / reckon 8 how t WI
about the poorest job them hold-uE
ever tackled Lordl How sick the
wus! Wal, sarved EN- right! An.
body S he'd enough sGbe to tumble OIL
o. the back end T wagon w'd ,
knos0ed better n to try to climb on
Jacks neck. Now, Jack. he never ri
a bluff on nobody. but nuther c'u'd n
body run nary bluff onto him.
Teller better be in the hold with h
back brok' then to try. 70 mind w
Ike urus mix he wus O chile n ice
hotter n the hinges O. perdition insid
n cool g a mount spring fur all
yo' cd see. / don't reck'n I ever SCI
teller with sech wildcat temper
seeh a pussy-cat purr onto the outsi
+ 1t. m so dad burned perlite, tool
wal, when.the K. P wuz aeon
through Colorado, t wus purity toul
times. Hold-ups wus goin' throuI
tho freighters every day, m gang
Missouri toughs n tin-horn gamble
wuz with tho railroad, skinnin 4
men with sure-shot games, n robbi
whureyer they e'dn't skin. They 6
ewial gally,aiter a bit q t'Wna . mu