The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-12-18
Driver and Dude.

Col. William Greene Sterrett Of the Calves
ton-Dallas Ne1rs tells the Washington Post this
story:
"Once. good many years ago." he said, 81
| was travelling in a stage in Western Texas. Il
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 lie was little fellow ami dressed as a
1 typical EnRlishman-whaU we now call a dude
| The driver was a big. raw boned 6-footer He
was a noted fighter. He had never been
| whipped and was regular terror. He seemed
| TO take dislike TO the little EnRlishmau from
she start. Presently he stopped the stage got
| down, came back and threw oDsn the door
| Here, he said to the Englishman you
| come out Of that and get I'D on the seat with
me. There amt room for you In there The
Englshman didn't move. Some out | tell YOU
. 10 RED the driver. The Englishman sat still.
II you don't come out. I'll haul you out by the
legs, shouted the Jehu. Then the rest of US
sxpostulated with the driver. / was too tired
20 ngnt and couldn't get at my gun, I just
expostulated along WITH the rest. We told the
driver there was plenty Of room inside; that the
hnghshman was not crowdng US and that il he
Sthe driver insuited or injured his passengers
ne would be discharged by the stage company
de swore he was in comman of that stage and
that he proposed to run it to suit himself and
II that blankety blank cuss didn't come out he'd
pull him out
IAN right" said the Enzlishman. at last. Il
you soundly.'
He got out slowly. We all felt sorry for him
and sorTier for his wife. She didn't seem
scared or worried, though. and all she said
was:
Charley, don't let him scratch your face
well, when the little Englishmen got out he
TOOK his coat OF aud handed it back into the
stage. Then he started toward the driver and
the driver started toward him. We heard a
sound good deal like that made by hitting a
steer In the head with an ak. Down in a heap
went the driver He was up as quick as a flash
DOWN he went again. Actually that little Eng
hsh dude Knocked that burly 6-foot driver clean
on his feet dozen times. How it was done
none OF us could tell. The big fellow would
rush at the little 'un with his arms going like
fails. Suddenly the little fellow would MAKE a
dash. his right arm would fiy out and down
would go the driver. After the dozenth round
that driver called out:
Hold on, stranger-hold on! I'm whipped
and throw up my hands. You kin ride anv-
where on this stage you darn please. outside
or inside or on the HOSES. You're the boss
now; but he added, glaring savagely at the
rest OF US, i kin lick anybody else on this STAGE
We didn't expostulate. The Englishman
climbed back into the stage as quickly as he
got on. His wife was satisfied, for 'Charley's'
race wasn't even scratched. At the next station
the driver exp aimed that IL he'd only have GOT
hold OF the little fellow he'd have Rugged him to
death like bear; but he exclaimed. every
time, just as was about to lay hand on him.
the ground'd fly up and hit me on the back of
the head "a
Who was the little fellow oh, a graduate
OF Cambridge, and the best boxer of his time
at the university"