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

courtroom lafin at the sucker n
yellin sweet-scented names at him; n
p -csently one on 'em began shootin'
after him with forty-four Jack never
hurried up none. Every time bullet
d kick up the dust nigh him. he'd turn
round n take off his hat N bow
graceful-like. m then promenade along
tibet delibcrit way o his'n.
lilo went down the hill, 'crost the
royo, m climbed up the hog-back s
though he he'd a week on his hands
But the minute no got over on yam side
o the ridge, he went on run to Black
Pete, his boss, pulled up the picket-pin
N coiled the lariat, leavin' Pete to
stand. Then he run fur the OF butler
gun n chucked q cartridge into her. n
went up to the top o the hog-back agin,
where he cd look acrost to the camp.
Thar he laid down on his belly, n TUX a
elbow-rest
"Td bin pros-pectin' leetle up in the
hills, n d jest come in fur a grub
stake. seen the gang connubiatin' in
front O. Their den. n l axed Bill Blard
W.T. was the excitement
"'Oh, nuthin', says Bill, only they
bin shanghai-in' a stranger-'n' he TUX
1t the coolest 20 ever scent
''Jes' then there came BooO-rr-r-r-r!
FIRM the hog-back, m l seen Mysteri.
Gus Dave drap. Tho boys picked HIM
up, n his left arm wus gone above the
elbow slick S ef y0 'd'a taken an axe
to it.
II looked over to the hog-back
'Twus shore fifteen hundred yards off.
EUR God sake, SEE Bill, watts
tibet TELLER got? A cannonI
"'Bill Bland, SEE /, Their amt but
one man n one rife S shoots tibet way.
Ell them blamed chumps amt gone n
shanghaied OF ong-Range Jack,
don't never want to see the back O. my
neckr
"Afore the words wus clear o my
jaws, the oil bufiler-gun let go ag'ip,
m Poker Davis rolled over with reg :
lar window through his middle. The
rest on 'em begun to run; but afo'e
they got out o sight, Pistol Johnny got
it in the neck, n his head Jest hung on
by strip O. skin under one ear. Lord
but them bullets does slash n chop
like chain shot!
Il signalled Jack tibet OF signal we
he'd up amongst the Piutes, n went
over to him. He was settin thar
wipin' up the oil Sharpe with apiece
buckskin, onconsarned s May morn
in.
"'Hullo, old Hank sezzee. How
they comin'P | jes bin holdin' court
yere. N flows S how I've jest about
cleaned up the docket-leastwise
CANT find no more cases. Sorry
CANT stay with ye, but l got TO git
over to Fort Garland tomorrow, shore,
n this yer session O. court ies' throwed
me out o Citing to the Hot Springs.
But don't begredge it. Theirs shore
some o these tin-horns t won't shang-
hal Jack Frazier ag'in, not immejit!"
Jack rode through the camp. with
his gun acrost his saddle, N sent word
to the tin-horns It he wus thar-but
they didn't seem to hav no earthly use
fur him no MORE N they didn't come
out O. Their holes. Jack picked his
six shooter off'n Poker Davis, N stuck
it in his belt Tell en- they kin keel
the money sezzoe, I've he'd double
tibet wuth o fun, N he rode off.
al hain't never seed him sence, but
heerd It Teller O. his description VIII
killed by Mexican gal down to Cone
jos, m reck'n t wus Jack. Thet al
lus aus his weak pint wus wimmin
But ez fur shootin' wal, I amt nj
SLOUGH, but l never seed nuthin' quit
so slick S tibet day when the tin-horn
shanghaied Jack Frazier. &C. +. LuT
mis-, in brakes Magazine.