Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1890-04-18
TIE WESTERN TERROR.

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Peace No More.
The Terror shows up once In awhile
In some OF the small towns in New
Mexico. and is encountered In the cat
lie country at rare Intervals, but his
occupation is gono. The march OF
civilization has been too much for him.
The once humorous all thrifty class
have been thinned down until only a
laughing stock is left. | was in Chey-
enne when Specified Tom, Big Pete or
Wild Charley used to come dancing
into bar-room with a "gln" in either
hand and sing out:
"Now then, hands up!'
Every hand went up.
"Mebbe thar's some catamount yere
thinks he can talio the twist out my
coat tails!'
II there was he diln't come to the
front.
Hands down."
Every hand dropped.
"rm taking up collection fur tho
benefit OF Bill Jackson's wilder and
anybody who feels like contributing
will be afforded an opportunity"
We all felt like 1t. Indeed, every
man was anxious to part with n dollar
or two. l saw four Terrors killed in
that town, each one dying with his
boots on, and was giving one Of them
drink OF water when he shivered,
took long breath, and died rs 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 my
popper!"
followed tho Terror to Laramie,
and many OF an evening as | sat in the
Office of the hotel he entered, with cat
like tread, and opened sudden fusil-
lade on lamps, keyboard. coiling and
doors, observing at the fms. -
"'Scuse me, gentlemen, but its Just
my way, II any of you don't happen
to like my way, please mention III"
We always male haste to assure him
that his way was AL, full jewellel and
extremely pleasant, and that we should
feel honored If no drank at our ex-
pense. Ono night boy from Nebraska,
who was strange to our ways. and who
had his ear bnrlsed 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 no whispered;
ats mighty queer, isn't ite ! allus
hated you fur them red whiskers, and
l had dropped in tonight to ill you
full OF leadH
followed the Terror up tho Gunison
valley. He was getting attonuatcd and
losing his sand. When he had street
row he sheltered himself behind a post,
and when he "let GO In saloon there
was q suspicious uncertainty In his
tones rs he clicked his guns and said:
I'm just a. waiting fur some kyote to
move an eyelash or stir his tongue"
We not only moved, but we even
ventured TO oifor him advice, and by
and-by the day came when l turned a
corner to find him dying at my feet. ]
was loosening his neck-band as he
opened his eyes and said;
"Downed by burned bullwhaclser.
who didn'tknow which end OF his pistol
went ofin
met tho Terror for tho last time at
Custer City. was sitting in saloon
when the door was kicked open with a
great crash, and he appeared with o
revolver IL either hand. He had long
hair, big hat and buckskin suit,
He hungered for goro-not tho sort
adulterated with cottonsecd oil and
warranted No, /, but the rcd blood
fresh from the human system and
served up In puddles on the newly
moppod floor. He whooped. He yellod.
He cracked his heels together. He
snapped his right-hand gun, but It was
o cheap cartridge. lie snapped the
other, but there was only a dull click.
Then n small man with bald head
and bow legs and consumptlve look
came out from behind curtain and
knocked him down. aud flung his guns
into the street. and whistled for q
policeman. Next morning was In
court whom tho Terror pleaded guilty,
and added;
"Your Honor, l made fool OF my
self. Ifyou'll let me off I'll 60 back to
pushing a wheelbarrow at ton shiIlings
u day."
Poor Terrorl Ilamcnt his downfall.
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