The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1892-11-03

amt never been Outclassed in arv team
he was airy into. He's worked in teams
where yuh had to go up one side weth
a broadax an down the other weth q
shovel a-knockin' 'em intuh the collar,
but you bet yuh, Ole Banjo wa ~
never hit clip. His tugs was allus a.
drawin'."
One bitter cold day in January WORD
came up the line that Old Banjo wa.
dead. l jumped on the down coach,
and as dlsmounted at Cave Hills sta,
ton it was with feeling of surprise
rather than anger that Banjo's Bot
was not at hand to grasp the bits OF
the led team But this feeling changed
wholly to one of grief as saw on the
sunny side of the station a rude mound
surmou nted by a headstone of rough
boards. With harness dressing 70,
paint, and his fingers for q brush,
Banjo's Bob had subscribed the follow.
ing epitaph:
HERE LIES OLE BANJO
The best stage boss That ever
Looked thrue
Collar.
Murdered Jan. 1855 By Cheyann Bill
THROWN the silk into him.
fastened into the station, half ex
pectlng to see the dead body of Banjo,
Bob swinging from rafter. But he
was made of different stuff. He had
used the boards of his bunk for head.
stone of Banjo's grave, and burned his
supply of fuel IN thawing the clod.
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 l hain't got
nothin' tub live fer now but tuh make
medicine weth Cheyenne Bill. If yuh'l]
jest give me my time, I'll go up to
Medory an git my stuff an start after
him. Monday night week the swing
team come in lame, an had to send
out four team weth Cheyenne Bill
knovved 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 i,
was murder to my ole boss. He hadn't
never felt the sting o. the silk, an lie
lnowed as we'll as a human tibet he
didn't ought to feel it. 1t, broke his
heart right thar. He jest give spring
in the air an come down in a heap. He
didn't suffer mons 'ceptin' fer the one
lick tibet murdered him. Russ Wilson.
foreman of the E6 outfit. come along
next mornin'. an hired a mule team
of him fer eight dollars a day to hau.
my ole boss beck to the station. Rus.
was mighty uppity about lettin' me he,
the team at any price. But when I tole
him it was to bury Ole Banjo he jest lie,
me hev two teams fer nothin', an sent
me one of his ow-punchersto Deadwood
to buy dynamite fer blastin' out the
grave. More'n tibet, he come all the
way from the EGG an brought every one
of his boys: to give; a military funeral
to my ole boss. The obs'quies was &C.
cordin' to Hoyle, you bet, an the boys
all fred II salute over the grave weth
all the cartridges in their x-shooters.
But l can't stay no longer in sight OF
his grave weth Cheyanne Bill on top OF
ground. 1t nd drive me locoed in .
week. I've got enough stuff comm tc
strike Bills trail, anil 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 Helc-naw,
an l may ketch up weth him thar.
Anyways, I'll foller him tell I find
him" -
Yesterday, more than seven wear.
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: - -, -. 5-
cheyenne Bill was shot and instant,
~ killed in the Maverick saloon yes
terday by a 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. y" &" 81: !
In defiance of Uncle Sans postal
laws thereswas, scrawled Immediately
under the black line: -,
ii sed -wuld make Medecin weth
Cheyann an si done it :: BANJo's Bob. '
-Harper's Weekly sz%
-"Always.uses small words. my con,