Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1892-03-22
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hs.<"',esn. q The Insult. q . n.g 81.

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S,vcr ~ Little bmde.
Colonel William Greene Sterrett ~
story: '''' Inns
Once, = good many years ago . Ia
saia, y WIS travelling IN \ STAGE Il,
western Texas. 1t was long hefors ~
snort OF the locomotive was heard on
the prairies Of that region, over which
'ne puifaio yet roamed. At one Of the
t'anons young Englisbman ana lii
wire got IN He was little fellow and
dressed as typical Englishman-wbat
we now call dude. The driver wss
big, raw boned six footer. He was
noted lighter He had never been wbin.
PED and was a regular terror H.
seemed TO take dislike to the Ittl.,
Englishman from the start. Preaentlv
ne stopped the stage, got down. came
pack and threw open the door.
Here, be said to the Englishman
'you come out of that and get up on the
seat with me. There amt room for Won ~,
IN there. The Englishman didn't move
Come out. tell you, roared the driver
III.
The Englishman just sat still. n Won
don't come out, I'll haul Won ont ~ ~
legs, shouted the Jehu. Then the rest
OF us expostElated with the driver
was TOO tired to fight and couldn't net Mt
my gun, SO ] just expostulated alony
with the rest. We told the driver tbe-e
was plenty Of room inside; that the Eng.
lishman was not crowdiny ms. and that
II ne (the driver insulted or injured an,
o. his passengers he would be discharged
ny the stage company. The driver by
tins 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. i will come ont, and when am
ont ! will whip you soundly.'
"He got out slowly. We all felt sorrv
for him ard sorrier for his wife. She
didn't seem scared or worried. though.
and all she said was:
Charley, don't let him scratch your
face.
We'll, when the little Englishman
got out he took his coat off and handed
1t Dack into the stage. Then he started
toward the driver and the driver started
toward him. We heard a sound good
deal like that made by hitting a steer in
the head with an ak. Down in a heap
went the driver. He was up as quick as
fash. Down he went again. Actually
that little English dude knocked that
burly six foot driver clean off his feet a
dozen times. How it was done none Of
MS could tell. The big fellow would
rush at the little 'un with his arms 60
ing like fails. Suddenly the little fellow
would make dash, his right arm would
fly ont, and down would go the driver.
After the dozenth round that driver
called ont:
Hold on, stranger-hold on! I'm
whipped and throw up my hands You
kin ride anywhere on this stage you darn
please, outside or inside or on the bosses.
You're the boss now; but,' he added,
glaring savagely at the rest of US, Il kin
lick anybody else on this stage
1--WE didn't expostulate. The English
man climbed back into the stage as
quickly rs he got off. His wife was sat
isfied, for 'Charley's' face wasn't even
scratched. At the next station the driver
explained that if he'd only have got hold
of the little fellow he'd have Rugged him
to death like bear: 'b1t. he exclaimed,
every time inst as was about to lay
hands on him the ground d fly up and
hit me on the back of the head
"Who was the little fellow? Oh, a
graduate of Cambridge, and the best
boxer of his time at the university
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