Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1891-09-06
THE TIMID PASSENGER
And How Ho Turned the Tables on
Fellow Traveller.

And How Ho Turned the Tables on a
Fellow Traveller.
Coaching was not all fun in the days
when the Deadwood coach became
famous on account OF the many times 1t
was held up and its passengers roooed'
There was time when, IL the coach
made a trip without any interference
from the gentry OF the road, 1t was con-
sidered red letter trip.
The stage pulled out from Deadwooo
one morning with six passengers ana a
guard on the box beside the driver.
They were all men who looked as though
they were used to life at the front,
among the mining camps.
One was tall, brawny, rough Scotch
man, with red hair, and tremendous
growth of frowsy red whiskers that
were heavy and bristled out in every
direction, add only lett small clearing
on his face around his nose and eyes;
another one of the passengers was a
small, wiry, nervous man, not near as
large as the Scotchman, but ike MIN
had frey red hair and beard; the other
four men were not specially noticeable
As the coach started on its way each
passenger fixed himself as comfortably
as he possibly could, and no one seemed
in a hurry to start conversation ano get
on familiar speaking terms as men VIII
who are thrown together that way.
Everybody seemed at ease and uncon-
cerned, except the little man; he fussed
about. changed his seat, slowed his car
pet bag in adifferent place, put his head
ont of the window, and wiggled about
generally like an uneasy small boy
The Scotchman seemed put out by MS
uneasiness, and, after several sharp
looks, asked GROSSLY:
whats the matter, mon, Gamma you
keep quiet? Ye gle one the tidgets.
The little man made no reply to the
rebuke, bat asked the Scotchman: -,
"Do you think we're likely to be held
up this trip"
"How can say?ye ken as much ABBOTT
il as do. Keep still and dunno fret
yer'ser."
"Who's frettin', I'd like to know? l
guess If you had all you've got ABOUT
yon you'd not enjoy being held up by a
pack of cut throSts, and have it taken
from YOU"
Tut, tut, mon! ye have ma mair ia
keep than ithers. Rest yer'sel' and II
we're stopped creep under the seat"
This discouraged the little man and
he dropped the conversation for time,
but he continued his nervous twitching::
The other men filled their pipes and
kept silent. =,
The coach ratified along over the trail
AT a good pace and drew near the dan
gerous territory. The other passengers,
all but the Scotchman, began TO show
some signs OF nervousness, and this did
not soothe the little mans apprehen-
sion.
"You can say what you like, but I'm
burned skeery about here" remarked
the little man.
"Will We ma stop yer chifferin'P Ii
we're stopped git yerseT' behind me an
they'll ma see ye."
"All right, will II you"
sHaltr'
ooh. Lordi knew It; there they are.
It's all up with me now. Every burned
cent gone, and just as like as not Well
get pumped full OF lead. Durn such
country, anyway -
"COme. gentlemen, step out lively,
one AZ a time, and keep your hands up"
came from beside the road, as the
driver hauled up at the command to
ar either of you on the box drop
vonr hands you're gone" was said in a
Sstermined voice to the driver and
guard. IL. ,na