The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1892-01-04
KNOCKING OUT a JeHu.
kesentment of the insults of a Big Stage
: Driver by IA Little Dude.

Resentment of the insults of Big Stage
: Driver by Little Dude.
Colonel William Greene Sterrett, of
the Galveston-Dallas News, tells this
story:
ssOnce, a good many years ago." he
said, ''I was travelling in a stage in
western Texas. 1t 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 a typical Englishman-what
we now call dude. The driver was
big, raw boned six footer. He was a
noted fighter. He had never been whip
ped and was a regular terror. He
seemed to take a dislike to the little
Englishman from the start Presently
he stopped the stage, got down, came
back and threw open the door.
s' Here he said to the Englishman,
you come out of that and get up on the
seat with me. There amt 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 expostulated with the driver. l
was too tired to fight 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. 4 will come out, and when am
out 1 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:
t Charley, don't let him scratch your
face
well, when the little Englishman
got out he took his coat off and handed
it back into the stage. Then he started
toward the driver and tine driver started
toward him. We heard sound good
deal like that made by hitting steer in
the head with an ak. Down in 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 .
dozen times. How it was done none ot
us could tell. The big fellow would
rush at the little 'un with his arms go
ing like fails. Suddenly the little fellow
would make dash, his right arm would
fly out, ana down would go the driver
After the dozenth round that driver
called out:
"'Hold on, stranger-hold on! Tn
whipped and throw up my hands. Yor
kin ride anywhere on this stage you darr
please, outside or inside or on the hosses
You're the boss now; but, he added
glaring savagely at the rest of us, L XIII
, lick anybody else on this stage
1--WE didn't expostulate. The English
man climbed back into the stage a
quickly as he got off. His wife was sat
isfied, for 'Charley's' face wasn't eve1
, scratched. At the next station the drive
explained that if he'd only have got ho1t
of the little fellow he'd have hugged hin
to death like bear; but he exclaimed
every time just as was about to la,
hands on him the ground d fly up ant
hit me on the back of the head
"Who was the little fellow? Oh,
graduate of Cambridge, and the bes
, boxer of his time at the university
Washington Post.