The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1891-12-19
KNOCKING ouT A JeHu.
Resentment OF the Insults of n Big stat
Driver by Little Dude.

Resentment OF the Insults of u Big stage
Driver by Little Dude.
Colonel William Greene Sterrett of
the Galvestou-Dalla News, tells this
story:
"Once, good many years ago." he
said, 81 was travelling in a stage in
western Texas. It was long before the
snort of the locomotive was heard on
the prairies of that region, over which
the buffalo yet roamed. At one of the
stations young Englishman and his
wife got in. He was little fellow and
dressed as typical Englishman-what
we now call dude. The driver was a
big, raw boned six foOter. He was q
noted fighter. He had never been whip
ped and was regular terror. He
seemed to take a dislike to the little
Englishman from the start Presently
he stopped the stage, got down, came
back and threw open the door.
Here, he said to the Englishman,
you come out of that and get up on tine
seat with me. There amt room for you
in there The Englishman didn't move.
Come out, tell you,' roared the driver,
The Englishman just sat still. lf you
don't come out, I'll haul you out by the
legs shouted the Jehu. Then the rest
of us ezpostulated with the driver.
was too tired to fight and couldn't get al
my gun, so I just expostulated along
with the rest. We told the driver there
was plenty Of room inside; that the Eng
lishman was not crowding MS, and that
if he (the driver) insulted or injured any
of his passengers he would be discharged
by the stage company. The driver by
this time was wild. He swore he wai
in command of that stage and that ht
proposed to run it TO suit himself, and il
that blankety blank cuss didn't come
out he'd pull him out.
"'All right, said the Englishman, a
last. Il will come ont, and when an
out l will whip you soundly.
''He got out slowly. We all felt sorry
for him and sorrier for his wife. Sht
didn't seem scared or worried, though
and all she said was:
"Charley, don't let him scratch you
face
"Well, when the little Englishmal
| got out he took his coat off and handel
it back into the stage Then he started
toward the driver and the driver started
toward him. We heard sound goot
deal like that made by hitting steer il
the head with an AK. Down in heal
went the driver, He was up as quick a
flash. Down he went again. Actual,
that little English dude knocked tina
burly six foot driver clean off his feet
dozen times How it was done none o
us could tell. The big fellow wouL
rush at the little 'un with his arms 60
ing like fails. Suddenly the little fellow
would make dash, his right arm woult
fly out, and down would 90 the driver
After the dozenth round that drive
called out;
"'Hold on, stranger-hold on! Tn
whipped and throw up my hands. Yol
kin ride anywhere ON this stage you darl
please, outside or inside or on the hosses
You're the boss now; but he added
glaring savagely at the rest of us, Il XII
lick anybody else on this stage.
1--WE didn't expostulate. The English
man climbed back into the stage n
quickly as he got off His wife was sat
isfied, for 'Charley's' face wasn't eve
scratched. At the next station the drive
explained that if he'd only have got hol
of the little fellow he'd have hugged hiI
to death like bear; but, he exclaimed
every time just as l was about to la
hands on him the ground d fly up an
hit me on the back of the head.
"Who was the little fellow? Oh
graduate of Cambridge, and the bes
boxer of his time at the university
Washington Post.