Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1893-03-17

| Get out OF the way there, you jay.
shouted the cabman. DO you want to
get run over?'
The pedestrian calmly gazed at the
driver without a word in answer, pat
ted the horse on the nostrilS, and Il
moment later moved on. One step took
him in front of a struggling team of 9Th
avenue stage horses, whose driver was
looking in all directions but in front.
The pedestrian calmly put up his left
hand and brought the struggling steeds
to full stop. Then the driver let
forth volley of abuse.
What are you about there, you
fool-a-stoping me right here on the
crossing? Gee up!''
And he gave his horse 4 slash with
his whip, but the corntryman sturdily
stood his ground and the nags backed
instead of going forward. Then the
pedestrian, apparently satisfied, moved
on a few PAGES farther. In this man
ner he made his way in front of big
beer wagons, private carriages, a street
car and an assortment of half Il dozen
vehicles of all sorts, every one Of which
had to pull up short to avoid running
over him. The drivers of all OF them
launched most startling objurga tons
at his head. He finally reached the
Broadway corner, where the policeman
in charge had finally dropped on
him, and here he as deliberately began
again a return trip apparently of the
same character.
What in the name of the saints
are you trying to dog said the officer
grabbing his arm. DO you want to
get run over?''
NO, l don't, cap'n,' returned the
other, with every show of Difference
to authority, but I'll just tell you how
my case is. Pm from st. Lawrence
county and amt been in your town be-
fore i'll forty years. I been here now a
week and l cans cross Il road any
where but what somebody with a boss
seems to be a-trying to run over me-
Downtown or uptown it was always
the same thing. l wouldn't much more n
get in the middle of a road before two
or three wagons would come a-daShiny
up at me, with their drivers all a-holler-
ing and swearing at me, as if [ hadn't
no right to be in town at all, and giner-
ally Eve had to take to my heels and
skedaddle back to the roadside where
L come from, leaving them a-guying at
me and some of 'em a-cracking their
whips over my head. And so I hit on
plan to walk across the road just as
easy as I'd walk across my own lot,
and it's lucky for 'em that none of 'em
tried to run me down.
And what would We ha' done?"
asked the officer
I'D just a-let 'em have a taste of
this" he replied, and drew from his
overcoat pocket an old-fashioned horse
pistol, half a foot long, which might
have done duty in the war of 1872.
'Murther and murther! And what
have We got in it? Bombshells?"
mo, l wasn't going to murder any
body, but Eve got dried peas and salt
in it; thatn sting like a bumble-bee
if it hits
"And ye was going to fire that in the
street, right here on Fift' avenue, too:'
wall, if any on 'em had ruined me
down, I jest Sartinly would"
Where are yez stoppin'?''
Over there ut the Fifth Avenue"
Then we come across wild me, and We
go to the clerk of that hotel and tell
him te disarm We of that thing mighty
quick and lock it up where nobody can
get at it and blow the house up, or
I'll be dimmed if / won't have to pull
We iii, and I'd lose me maInin' aft
And he jumped the countryman dor-
BILE quick across the path he had come
and started him, somewhat subdued
but ear,lckling, on toward the entrance
of the hotel.