New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1893-10-04
A Poets Instinct.

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ling bully from the plains entered the
place, writes Opie Reed in Fetter's South
ern Magazine. Hc mad just broken a
faro bank and was therefore wealthy; he
had just shot out a mans eye, and was
therefore @Ieeful. When he entered the
place he struck the bar with his hat and
swore that every man must take drink.
Wild Bill said that he didn't mind taking
something and Nisschcr made no objec-
ton whatever, but Crawford remarked
that he did not drink. :'But," said he
''to be sociablc. will take cigar with
you.'
The swashbuckler looked at him scorn-
fully and said: ''No you'll not take a
cigar.'
"Wel!, then, I'll take Lemonade
"You'll not do that, you'll take a
whiskey."
"But," Crawford protested, Il never
took a drink Of whiskey in my life.''
"Well, then, It's time to take one. Come
on here, and he laid rude hands on Craw-
ford's garments. Then Wild Bill mildly
protested. At this the terror of the
plains flew into fit of fury. "Do you
want to take it up" he howleG. It was
evident that he was not personally
acquainted with Bill.
"Weil, yes, as l haven't ANYTHING else
on hand at present, | believe that feel
little like taking it up,'' and with that
he knocked the fellow down. And now
the sWashbuchler, though on the floor,
was in his glory - he had an excuse to
indulge his sentimental yearning for
slaugh;er; and he reached for his pistol.
But with movement fash-like in its
Guic!ncss Bill had him covered with
an iron that had killed twenty men. At
this moment man who had just entered
the saloon quietly remarked: "Helloa
Wild Bill's got another sucker.'
Hold on:" the terror howled. .sAre
you Wild BillY''
''That's what they call me.'
"'Well, now, want to say that your
fren1 may take wa-what he pleases,
And to show you that Pm sorter sociable
incllned.Pll take lemonade myself"
This incident appealed to the quick
instincts of Visscher. He was tender
foot, and was therefore impressionable.
A few days later he was in mining
town, broke. He had nothing save honor
and appetite. Honor could take care of
itself, but appetite must be humored.
The truth is, he wanted great deal of
'licker" and he wanted it atsonce. He
went to several saloons, but no one asked
him to drink, and he was too proud to
hint that ne ought to be invited. That
was where homer was the enemy of appe-
tite. A thought struck him; an idea
nimbly tripped across his poetic fancy.
He recalled the Wild Bill incident and
he would turn it to account. He went
into saloon and sat down near a table;
he threw himself back and began to talk.
"Fine lot of people out here," he declared.
"Gallant and determined lot of men.
saw rough just now force poor fellow
to take drink of whiskey. I'd like to
see man try that game son me: catch
me pouring stuff down my throat merely
to crafty the whim of fool. There's
nobody in this town that can make me
take drink. I've come here to foster
the Murphy movement"
A lank cowboy TUNED from the bar
and gave Visscher searching look."My
friend,'' said he. ''aia't you putty boldY'
"You bet Pm bold''
"And you won't take drink2'' >
"No, won't.''
':Do you want to know what you'll do?
You'll just take six right now. Come
here" He drew his revolver. Visscher
began to stammer.
"My friend" he said, in the hope that
the fellow would make it twelve, II never
took a drink in my life.''
''That so! Well you'll take six right
now. Barkeeper, put six drinks on the
bar, just foot apart And when The
barkeeper had done this the cowboy
added Nov, Mr.. Pinkfoot, you begin
at that end and drink your way down
here
pistol at the hotel.
q don't care anything for your
drink your way down here.'' -
Visscher made the Journey with but
breath between each glass, and the cow-
boys roared with laughter; but&chill