The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-08-07

be civil to him, cause he was a stranger, but
1t bout made me sick. l never looked at
him without thinkin' Of much and 'lasses. :"
"Wellr
AT CLOSE QUARTERS.
''Waal, arter he'd bin out thar about
three months Jim aud me went out one day
to look up some stray mustangs. The fust
thing We knew we got a Voliey from "a lot
OF Indians who had broke loose from the
reservation. Jim was hit in the shoulders
but fortunately carried Off by his boss who
was flyer. | headed for a SINK | knowed
OF and reached it without a scratch Then,
you see, my oaper was to stand EN- off till
jim could send help. | had a Winchester
and plenty of cartridges, ana durin' the fust
hour | wounded one cusS and killed another.
Then | got chunk y lead through this
right arm and begun to feel bit narvous
as TO how it would turn ont, | swiped bull
let into another, and in return got this
rake along the skull. 1t wasn't ten minutes
arter that befo' l hegun TO feel powerful
sick and weak and jest reckoned that my
scalp was goin' to make an ornament on
some red critters belt
But you still stood them OFF,
'As well as able, but the end would hev
come in about fifteen minutes more The
last three or four shots fired ] was so blind
| couldn't see a rod. The reds were shoutin'
TO each other and maxim ready to close in
when heard white man yellin'. couldn't
see what took place, but knew how it was
jest the same. The mush-aud-'lasses dude
was out on a boss huntin' jackass rabbits and
Jim run across him and told him how | was
fixed and axed him to ride for help. What
do We think the burned cuss iiF
q r de for homer
;b"Not muchl He rode for mel He'd
never seen war injun in his life, and Jim
told him thar was "a full dozen arter me,
but it made no difference. He comes up on
dead run, yellin' and shootin'. and I'll
chaw my hat If he didn't lay out two OF
the critters and kill a pony afore they could
git away. He sailed right in SO. mighty
hard that they thought he had Mg crowd
behind him. That thar leetle dude with
soft hands and puny arms lifted me onto
his huss and rode to my ranch, and then
heads crowd back and runs them reds
'leven miles and kills another.
THE DUDES sPoILs OF WAR.
"Why, durn me he got two ponies out
Of that scrap, and he gathered up more
wampum, bows. arrers, tomahawks, knives
and SIGH than any ak OF us had collected in
five years. When got about helped him
to box and ship 'em to some club in New
York. Pears to me it was sumthin' like
the Manhattan Club. Least wise 1t had
'tarnal longish name, and the Teller was a
member"
And you came to like hin9"
Say! He kin hev all I've got in this
world any time he axes fer it. ] made
big mistake sizin' him up. He could beat
any of us with his pistol, and tho Teller who
took hold of him for wrestle was throwed
skyhigh before he could bite his terbacker.
He could run like deer, outjump kangG-
roo, and we couldn't hnd a broncho who
could buck him off"
"And that's why you interfered, is I'll"
EXACTLY. Show me dude and I'll back
him. These boys hain't learned the differ
ence between dude aud fule yit, but
hev, and don't want any better chaps be-
hind me In pinch than dudes, specially
New York dudes"