Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1892-10-01
THERE WE'RE FLIES ON HANS.
SO Cowboy Bill Kindly Shot Them OF
with His Revolver.

The principal characters before
Judge Love Of the Police Court this
morning says the San Francisco Post,
were Bill Fox, a cowboy from Texas,
and Hans Jacobs, the keeper of q
combination saloon and grocery on
Minna street, between Fourth and
Fifth.
Bill was in the dock, dressed only as
good cowboys are in the habit of dress
ing. His slouch hat was under his
arm, and his long flowing hair was
somewhat matted for the want Of a
comb. The usual revolver in his belt
was absent, however, and ne wore an
air Of disgust, which plainly said that
he considered himself only half a man
without il.
He was only charged with being
drunk, but Hans Jacobs wanted him
charged with assault TO murder, and in
order to get a warrant he had 10 tell
the court about it.
We'll, Mr.. Jacobs, what do you want
this warrant for" asked Prosecutor
| Cotton.
"Vell, he vos shoot at me last
night"
"Who shot at you?" asked Mr.. Col
ton.
dot man dare nit de long hair.
He vas a Wild cowboy"
"What did he shoot at you for?'
"Yoost 10 make me some fun. he
said"
How did it happen?'
"Vell, you see, he ONE in my
shtore und he said gif him er drink. /
says you have glass book beer und he
says yes-kvick. l draws de beer
und puts it nit de counter on, ven he
roars like one Of hose Texas steers und
kick de beer fon de ounte / told
him | don't like dot business und he
could dake his drade away. By jim
mine, he bulls oud a great pig gun und
SAYS: |Trow out er bottle of taran-
tular yuice nit a horned toad in it"
did you obey?'
Il didn't have no such shtuf in de
shtore."
Then what did you do"
Il doldt him don't shoot. l would
get some, und ven | vas lookin' bang!
vent his gun, und / daught dat my
nose vas shoot away
did you run out thenF'
mo; | shtarted, but he says come
back NIT you or | makes q pig hole in
you vot a dog jumps trough
Ibid he shoot AGAIN.
mo; ! gif him viskey an ask him
vot for be shoots me. He says dar,
vos a fly fun my nose, und he kill
him"
IVA there any one else PRESENT.
"No, sir"
why didn't you blow a police
whistler"
Il vos going to, but he says he blow
too"
BLOW what?"
"De top of my head Off"
Then you did not blow?'
Il should shmile not" said Mr.
Jacobs. with a shrug Of his shoulders
wen he drinks a polite Of my yiske.
he goes oud. und | don't see him som
more tell he vas arrested in anode
saloon for drunk"
What have o to say 10 all this
Bill Fox,o Of Texas?' inquired the Court
Bill arose slowly 10 his feet an
looked as picturesque as a bandit chief
as he exclaimed:
shoot that thing. Jedge! Why
I'd no more waste good ammunitio
on him than ! would on a laughin
iackass. may have brushed a fly Of
his nose if | had had my revolver, bu
/ find myself this morning a long wa
from home without my trust
weapon
But you got SO full of visky you va
robbed in anoder place." interposeu
Mr.. Jacobs.
That is false on its face. your Honor
ossee THfeeH soSsss:@ fftHpshheaBih wifi 1 fnhai 4
nation.
Il expect You are right, Fox" sal
the Court; you may do twenty-fou
hours, and, in the meantime.I will sc
about this game of shooting flies of tn
noses of German grocers."