Arizona republican., 1891-12-29
KNOCKING OUT A JEHU.
Resentment of tho Insults of n Big Stage
 Driver by Little Dude.


 Driver by a Little Dude.
 Colonel William Greene Sterrett, of the Galveston Dallas News, tells this story:
 "Once, good many years ago." he said, "I was travelling in 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 big, raw boned six footer. He was noted fighter. He had never been whip ped and was regular terror. He seemed to take 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 the seat with me. There ain't room for you in there. The Englishman didn't move. Come out, tell you, roared the driver The Englishman just sat still. If you don't come out, I'll haul you out by the legs shouted the Jehu. Then the rest of us expostula'ed with the driver. l was too tired to tght and couldn't get at 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 us, 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 was in command of that stage and that he proposed to run it to suit himself, and if that blankety blank cuss didn't come out he'd pull him out
 "'All right, said the Englishman, at last. I will come out, and when am out will whip you soundly.
 "He got out slowly. We all felt sorry for him and sorrier 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 Englishman got out he took his coat off and handed 1t back into the stage. Then he started toward the driver and the driver started toward him. We heard sound good deal like that made by hitting steer in the head with an ax. Down in a heap went the driver, He was up as quick as flash. Down he went again. Actually that little English dude knocked that burly six foot driver clean off his feet a dozen times. How it was done none of us could tell. The big fellow would rush at the little m with his arms go- ing like fails. Suddenly the little fellow would make dash, his right arm would fly 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 anywhere on this stage you darn please, outside or inside or on the hosses. 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 English. man climbed back into the stage as quickly as he got off His wife was sat isfied, for 'Charley's' face wasn't even scratched. At the next station the driver explained that if he'd only have got hold of the little fellow he'd have hugged him to death like bear; but he exclaimed, every time just as was about to lay hands on him the ground d fly up and hit me on the back of the head
 "Who was the little fellow? Oh, a graduate of Cambridge, and the best boxer of his time at the university."- Washington Post