Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1892-11-03

Banjo's Bob had subscribed the follow.
ing epitaph:
HERE LIES OLE BANJO
The best stage boss That ever
Looked thrue A
Collar
Murdered JAN 1855 By Cheyann Bill
THROWN the silk into him.
I FASTENED into the station, half ex
pectlng to see the dead body of Banjo's
Bob swinging from a rafter. But he
was made of different stuff. He had
used the boards of his bunk for head.
stone Of Banio's grave, and burned his
supply of fuel III thawing the clods
which he had blasted out with dyna.
mite to make a grave for his namesake.
"Howdy, boss? I'm goin' to quit yuh.
l like yuh all right, but I hain't got
nothin' tub live fer now but tub make
medicine weth Cheyenne Bill. If yuhll
jest give me my time, Ill go up to
Medory an git my stuff an start afte,
him. Monday night week the swing
team come in lame, an had to send
ont four team weth Cheyenne Bill. ]
knoWed he was too free weth the silk.
an tole him not to throw it inter Ole
Banjo, not on no account whatever.
Well sir, he drove inter Middle Grand
weth spike team. My poor Ole Banjo
| was a-lyin' dead three mile back They
was a RATHER in the road tibet Ole Banjo
must "a saw, an he crowded over tc
the off side. Cheyenne Bill didn't take
no notice 'ceptin' tibet Banjo was out o
line, an he raised his whip
an throwed the silk inter him.
| 1t amt much to most boss.
es, an it amt nothin' to some, but II
was murder to my ole boss. He hadn't
never felt the sting o. the silk, an he
| knowed as we'll as a human tibet he
didn't ought to feel it. It broke his
heart right thar. He jest give spring
in the air an come down in heap. He
didn't suffer none 'ceptin' fer the one
| lick tibet murdered him. Russ Wilson.
foreman of the EGG outfit, come along
next mornin', an hired mule team
of him fer eight dollars day to hau.
my ole boss beck to the station. Russ
was mighty uppity about lettin' me he,
the team at any price. But when tole
him it was to bury Ole Banjo he jestlet
me hev two teams fer nothin', an sent
me one of his cow-punchers'to DeadwooG
to buy dynamite fer blastin' out the
grave. More'n tibet, he come all the
way from the E6 an brought every one
of his boys to give military funeral
to my ole boss. The obs'quies was &C.
cordin' to Hoyle, you bet. an the boys
all fired d salute over the grave wett
all the cartridges in their shooters.
But can't stay no longer in sight OF
his grave weth Cheyenne Bill on top OF
ground. 1t nd drive me locoed in q
week. I've got enough stuff COMM tc
strike Bills trail, an III never leave il
tell I've made medicine weth him. ]
hear he didn't dast stop at the end Of
his run. but KEEP a-goin', an left the
coach IN the Bad Lands an struck
across country fer Mingusville. He'll
sure make his first stop in Hele-naw.
an may ketch up weth him thar,
Anyways, I'll foller him tell find
him.
Yesterday, more than seven wears
after Old Banjo's death, opened pa.
per sent me from Las Vegas, New Mex.
leo. Huge black lines smelling of har.
ness dressing were drawn about the
following article:
Cheyenne Bill was shot and instant,
ly killed in the Maverick saloon yes.
terday by man calling himself Ran.
! JOS Bob The coroner's jury acquitted
the prisoner, as it was shown that
Cheyenne Bill had pulled his gun and
turned loose at him as soon as he en-.
tered the door"
In defiance of Uncle Sans postal
laws there was scrawled Immediately
| under the black line:
i sed j wuld make Medecin weth
Cheyann an done it. BANJo's BOB. >
-Harper's Weekly.
ALWAYS use small words, my son.
| said Mr.. Wisernan .sThan 81 ua..