Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1890-08-15
TIE DECAY OF THs rraaoa


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The Terror shows up once IN awhF.
in some Of the small towns 81 Nss
Mexico, and is encountered Ii tha 4.
tie country at rare intervals. but II.
occupation Is gone. The narcl, 81 ga
ization has been too much for him, III.
once numerous and thrifty class hsss
been thinned down until only q lanoa
ing stock is left. was IN Chez
when Speckled Tom. Big Pcis e
Wild Charley used 10 come dana;s
into bar room witha . .un' Ia e;shas
hand and sing out:
Nov, then, hands upr
Every hand went up.
"Mebbe thar's some catamounf -.
thinks he can take the twist out u ms
coat tailsi'
Ii there was he didn't come to q.
front.
Hands down."
Every hand dropped.
I'm taking up a collection fur Il.
benefit of Bill Jackson's wilder anS
anybody who feels like contributins
will be afforded an opportunity.
We all felt like II. Indeed. eve.,
man was anxious to part with dolls.
or two. | saw four Terrors killed i
that town, each one dying with h;s
boots on, and was giving one Of chem
drink of water when he shivcrsd
took a long breath, and died as Il
said:
II was a-trying to git up to ten AMI
hev stopped short at seven. could
tally eight on you, but I've lost ny
popperi"
1 followed the Terror to Laramie
and many an evening as | sat in ths
office of the hotel he entered, with 81
like tread, and opened sudden fusIl
lade on lamps, keyboard, ceiling and
doors, observing at the finis:
"Scuse me, gentlemen, but it's jua
my way. Ii any of you don't happen
to like my way, please mention itls
We always made haste to assure
him that his way was AL, full jeweled
and extremely pleasant, and that We
should feel honored if he drank at our
expense. One night boy from Ne
braska, who was strange to our ways
and who had his ear barked by bull
let, hauled out and plugged the Terror
plumb center He expressed his sor
row when too late. / had my coat
under the Terror's head when the death
rattle came to his throat, and he whi
pered:
''It's mighty queer isn't it2 allu
hated you fur them red whiskers, and
had dropped in tonight to gil you
full of lead"
/ followed the Terror up the CUM
son valley. He was getting attenuaied
and losing his sand. When he had
street row he sheltered himself behind
a post, and when he ''let go" in 81
loon there was suspicious uncer
tainty in his tones as lie clicked BIZ
guns and said:
I'm just awaiting fur some kyote
to move an eyelash or stir his tonguef
J We not only moved, but we even
ventured to offer him advice, and bg
and by the day came when / turned i
corner to find him dying at my feet
was loosening his neck band as hs
opened his eyes and said:
''Downed by burned bullwhackes,
who didn't know which end OF BIZ
pistol went Oh
/ met the Terror for the last time d
! Custer City. / was sitting in a salooa
when the door was kicked open wifi
great crash, and he appeared with
revolver in either hand. He had Ion:
hair, big hat and buckskin sui
He hungered for gore-not the sol
adulterated with cottonseed oil an
warranted No. l, but the red blos
fresh from the human system al
served up in puddles on the new
mopped floor. He whooped. 3
yelled. He cracked his heels togethe
He snapped his right hand gun, butt
, was cheap cartridge He snappa
the other, but there was only dns
click. Then small man with BAH
head and bow legs and consumptu
look came out from behind curtain
and knocked him down, and flung hH
|, guns into the street and whistled fora
policeman. Next morning | was ID
court when the Terror pleaded guilt,
and added:
Your honor, I made fool Of my
self. If you'll let me off I'll go bactl
to pushing wheelbarrow at ten shil
Gngs day"
Poor Terrorl l lament his down
fall. New York Sun.