The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1890-07-09

One Tough Citizen WIN Give CIerEymsn 9
wide Berth In Future.
From the Detroit Free Press.
A few days since o gentleman was rid.
ing along q Possum Ridge highway, when,
In making a turn in the road, he came
upon an old man badly battered and
bruised, sitting on a stump by the way.
side. The old man looked as though he
had been run through q threshing ma.
chine or dragged under q harrow all over
q tw~enty-acre field.
my friend" said the traveller, "what II
the trouble here ?. .
Fright smart the trouble" the native
replied, Rrufiy.
"Are you hurt 2"
"Wall, IL havin' a leg broke, a arm put
out o. jint an a head cracked, and bein'
pounded sore, is any sign o. bein' hurt,
then ] guess I'm kinder injured"
"How did IL happen ?"
Happened easy enough"
Die your team run away, or something
like that p"
"No, IL didn't"
"How did il come about, then 2"
ut came about through want o. sense
on my part"
~ don't understand YOU"
" IN y oito at IL.
Reckon a Philadelphia lawyer couldn't
understand an old iiiot like me. Say,
mebbe yer dom know il, but I'm the big
Rest, blamedest old fool yer ever laid yer
eyes On"
"Come, don't abuse yourself, but just
tell me how this happened, and what I
can do for YOU"
1.-THE best thing yer kin do fer me is ter
take a club an pound my dinged fool head
"Oh. pshaw a don't talk SO. There
Is no use blaming yourself for this acct
dent. You couldn't prevent it,"
couldn't? Reckon l didn't bring IL all
on myself. eh? Reckon / didn't banker
arter IL an split my shirt to git inter il.
No, l reckon | amt TO blame.'
What was IL you got into?"
"What WIZ IL? Why. the fight. o'co'se.
Yer seem determine to find on all bout
this yer business, so I'll jist tell We. Reck-
on you know thar wuz a Teller holdin' n
meetin' down ter the Coon Run meetin'
house :"
AYES, I heard of it,"
wal, il wuz him tibet chawed me up."
1.-THE preacher"
"Azecily. He's the identical trick that
lone it,"
"What caused him TO do such a deed ?r
"Wal, ther long an ther short % Their
business Is this: That thar fellow has
been holdin' meetin's down thar to the
meetin' house fer nigh a month. goin' it
red hot day an night, an everybody in
| hung oil, an sassed back when the
preacher talked to me, an last night he
opened up on me in his pra'rs an hilt me
upto the Lord as a monty onery, no 'coun
old cuss."
ibid he mention your name ?"
"No, hut he talked SO everybody knowed
who he meant, an he went on scan'lous.
Said l stole sheep an whipped the ole
oman an sich."
"And you think he meant you?r
81 know he did, though, as said, he
didn't mention no names.'
"Well, then, what::n
"Why, when l hearn what he'd done /
said I'd git even with him, an knowing he
WIZ to pass erlong here to-day, / came up
yere an, laid in wait fer 'im."
"Yes."
"Wal, arter waitin' bout a hour, here he
come walkin' long singin' as happy as
a coon, an / jest laid low till he got up
most even with me, then / jumped out
right before him, an begun to r'ar am
kevort, SWARM that I'd whip the hide
oif'n him in three shakes of a sleeps
tail"
"Yes, and then what"
"Wal, he tuck to ergyin' an talkin' soft
like, an kept on cussin', an arter while
he see talk wasn't goin' to count, so he
Hung of his coat an said:
III yer Douuu ttT Wuup Ilts an UotIilU
else won't satisfy yer. jest pile on"
And You piled on"
"Yas, l piled on, but ] didn't whup i'm,
l reckon ! piled oil a right smart suddinter
than | piled on"
Did he go for you?"
"Wal. sorier. Bout the time l retched
for him il 'peared like the earth riz up an
whacked me squar across the back of my
head, slapping the breath clear outen me,
an then fer a few minute IL seemed like
n cyclone hada hold NV me, spinning me
round in the lust and whackinR me agin
the saplins till l felt like thar weren't
nothin' left NV me but a few frazlins."
THAT preacher was a fighter, was he 2"
"Shucks," he was a regular hurricane
i'm full blast, he wuz. l thought I'D Just
swipe him ofr'n the yearth the fust pass l
made at i'm; but as i said at fust. mister.
I'm a blamed old fool. an l won't never
tackle a preacher agin. l wouldn't mind
fghtin' a possel % Injuns, but yer kin bet
I'll give preachers plenty of room"