Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1889-06-22
The WESTERN TERROR.
The rssnlant Pop Of His Gun fanctasi'
psaee No More.


Mexico. aud is encountered Ia the cat !
tla country at rare intervals, but MS
occupation Is gone. The march o. !
civilization has been too much for him.
The once numerous and thrifty class
have been thinned down until only q
laughing stock is left ! was In Chey-
enne when Speclsled Tom. Big Pete or
Wild Charley used TO come dancing
into bar-room with gun In either
hand and sing out:
.sNow then. hands up"
Every hand went up.
"Mebbe thar's some catamount yere
thinks he can take the twist out my
coat tailsv'
II there was he didn't come TO the
front
'.Hands down.
Every hand dropped.
SIN taking up a collection FUR the
benefit OF Bill Jackson's wilder and
anybody who feels like contributing
will be afforded an opportunity"
We all felt like It. Indeed. every
man was anxious to part with dollar
or two. saw four Terrors killed 10
that town, each one dying with his
boots on, and was giving one OF them
a drink OF water when he shivcred.
took "a long breath. and died as he said
II was n, trying 10 git up TO ten. and
hev stopped short mt seven. could
tally eight on you. but I've lost my
popper.'
/ followed tho Terror TO Laramie.
and many OF nm evening AZ ! sat In the
office OF the hotel he entered. with cat
Like tread. and opened a sudden fusil-
lade on lamps, keyboard. ceiling and
doors, observing at the fnls: -
"Scuse me- gentlemen, but It's just
any way II any OF you don't happen
10 like my way. please mention IT."
We always made haste toassure him
that his way was AL. full jewelled and
extremely pleasant. and that we should
feel honored II he drank at our en-
pense. One night boy from Nebraska,
who was strange 10 our ways. and who
had his ear barlxed 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
10 his throat. and he whispered:
Its mighty queer, isn't itp l allu'
hated Won fur them red whiskers, ant
had dropped in tonight to Oil yol
full OF leadp'
followed tho Terror up the Gunisol
valley. lie was getting attennated AM
losing his sand. When he he'd stree
row he sheltered himself behind a post
aud when he "let GO In q saloon Their
! was q suspicious uncertainty Ia hi
! tones Us he clicked hissguns and said
.rm Just awaiting fuv some kyote t
!. move an eyelash or stir his tongue.
We not only moved. nut we eve
venturad TO offer him advice. ard by
!, and-by the day came when ! turned
corner to find him dying at my feet
was loosening his neck band as b
=, opened his eyes and said:
..Downed by burned bullwhackel
= who didn'tknow which end OF his pist'
went Off"
J. met tho Terror for the last time
~ Custer City. was sitting in saloo
I, when the door was kicked open with
:, great crash, and he appeared with
" revolver Ia either hand. He had Ion
=. hair. big hat and q buekskin sui
He hnngered for gore-not the so
u adulterated with cottonseed oil al
y warranted No.. /. but the red bios
!, fresh from the human system al
" served up in paddles on the new
mopped floor. He whooped. He yelle'
i He cracked his heels together. !
~ snapped his right-hand gun. but It vi
~ a cheap cartridge. lie snapped Il
~, other, but there was only dull eli:
y Then small man with n bald he
!, and bow legs and consumptive loa
=, came out from behind n curtain al
knocked him down. and flung his gul
!. into the street, and whistled for
y policeman. Next morning was
~ court when the Terror pleaded guilt
n, and added:
!. ..Your Honor. / made fool CT m
~ : self. II you'n let me of I'll go back
y. pushing wheelbarrow At ten shillin
~ day."
10 Poor Terrorl lament his downfa
IN. Y. sun.