Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-09-25

for we knew as there was q score or 30 Brit
ishers about, as didn't seem to know any
Jedge of that partic'lar name.
81 went out with them, my heart bleedin'
for Scott, though he didn't seem a cent put
out, he didn't. He were game to the back
bone Seems kinder queer, sirs, hangin' q
man to fYtrap; but our'n were reg lar
trap, and the leaves like a brace of boats
with hinge between 'em and thorns at the
bottom.
"We passed down the gulch to the place
where the great one grows, and there we
seed it with the leaves, some open, some
shut But we seed something worse nor
that Standin' round the tree was some 20
men, Britishers all, an armed to the teeth.
They was waiting for US evidently, an had
business-like look about 'em, as if they'd
come for something and meant to have it
There was the raw material there for about
as warm a scrimmidge as ever I seed.
"As We rode up, great red-bearded
Scotchman-Cameron were his name-stood
out afore the rest, his revolver cooked in
his hand. See here, boys he says, you've
got no call to hurt hair of that mans
head. You hain't proved as Joe is dead
yet; and if you had, you hain't proved as
Scott killed him. Anyhow, it were in self
defense; for you all know as he was lying
in wait for Scott, to shoot him on sight; so
say agin, you hain't got no call to hurt
that man; and what's more I've got 20 six
barreled arguments against your doi1' it.
It's an interesting pint, and worth arguin'
out, said the man as was Alabama Joe's
special chum. There was a clickin' of
pistols, and loosenin' of knives, and the
two parties began to draw up to one another,
anti looked like rise in the mortality
OF Arizona Scott was standing behind
with pistol at his ear if he stirred, lookin'
quiet and composed as having no money on
the table, when sudden he gives a start an
shout, as rang in our ears like trumpet.
Joe' he cried, joel Look at himl In the
fytrapl We all turned an looked where
ne was pointin,. Jerusalemi ] think we
won't get that picter out of our minds agin.
One of the great leaves of the fytrap, that
had been shut an touchin' the ground as it
lay, was slowly rolling back upon its hinges
There, lying like an oyster in its shell, was
Alabama Joe in the hollow of the leaf
The great thorns had been
slowly driven through his heart as
it shut upon him. We could see as he'd
tried to cut his way out, for there was 8
slit in the thick feshy leaf, an his bowie
was in his hand; but it had smothered him
first. He'd lain down on it likely to keep
the damp off while he were waitin' for
Scott, ana IL naQ closed on MIN As you We
seen your little hothouse ones do on q fly;
and there he were as we found him, torn
and mashed, and crushed into pulp by the
great jagged teeth of the man-eatin' plant
There, sirs, L think you'll own that as q
curious story"
"And what became of scott9" asked Jack
Sinclair.
why, We carried him back on our
shoulders, we did, to Simpsons bar, and he
stood US liquors round. Made o speech, too
"a darned fine speech-from the counter
Somethin' about the Britist0 lion an the
'Merican eagle walkin' arm in arm forever
an day. And now, sirs, that yarn was
long, and my cheroot's out, SO reckon Z II
make tracks afore it's later" and with q
''Good night {" he left the room.
"a most extraordinary narrativei" said
Dawson. "who would have thought q
Dinnea had such powerp'
"Deuced rum yarn" said young Sinclair.
Evidently a matter-of-fact truthful
man." said the doctor.
''Or the most original liar that ever
lived" said L
Iwonder which he waa
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