The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-02-15
His Dander Yves Up.

One afternoon last week. says the New York
Times, in the worst Of the drizzle and sush,
and when traffic was at its hight q countryHnan
started TO cross in the most deliberate fashion
over the walk that connects the Fifth avenue
corner Of Twenty third street with the Broad
way corner. he was tall angular and elderly,
and he wore a heavy overcoat, in the right .
hand pocket OF which he kept hand buried.
de took Two steps forward. and stopped right
IN front OF dasntng hanson cab, whose driver
had TO pull up his horse with a herculean effort.
Get out or the way there, you jay" shouted
the cabman. do you want 10 get run overfn
The pedestrian calmly gazsd at the driver
without word in answer. patted the horse on
the nOstrlls. and a moment later moved on,
one step brought him in front OF q struggling
team OF Filth avenue stage horses, whose driver
Was looking in ali 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 q yolley Of abuse.
What are you about there, you fool-a-stop-
ping me right here on the crossing. Gee up
And he gave his horses slash with his whip,
but the countrymah sturdily stood his ground,
and the nags backed instead Of going forward.
Then the pedestrian, apparently satisfied,
moved on a few PAGES further. in this manner
ne made his way in front Of big beer wagons,
private carriages a street car, and an assort-
ment OF half dozen vehicles of all sorts. every
one Of which mad to pull 10 short 10 avoid rum
ming over him. The drivers Of all of them
launched most startling o5jurgations 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 return trip, apparently OF the
same character.
What in the name Of the saints are you try
ing 10 do?' said the officer, grabbing his arm.
DO you want TO get ru4 over?"
mo, don't, cap'n, returned the other, with
every show OF Difference TO authority; but I'll
just tell you just how my case Is. I'm from
St Lawrence county and amt been in your
town be ore in forty year. been here now g
week, and l can't cross a road anywhere but
nhn6U n hna ~ Ia a. rxip IN
run over me. Downtown or uptown it was
always the same thing. ! wouldn't much
more get in the middle of road before two
or three wagons would come a-dashing up at
me, with their drivers all a-hollering and swear
ing at me, as if hadn't no right to be in town
at all. and Rinerally / had to take to my heels
and skedaddle back TO the roadside where
come from, leaving them a-guyIng at me and
some Of EN- a-crackin< their whips over my
head. And so hit on plan to walk across
ire road just as easy as I'd walk across my own
lot. and it's lucky for EN- that none OF 'em tried
to run me down"
And what would ye ha' done?" asked the Of
fcer
I'D just let EN- have taste of this. v he re
piled, and drew from his overcoat pocket an old
fashioned horsepistol, half foot long. which
might have done duty in the war of 1872.
"Murther and murther! And what have ye
got in itY Boomshels@'
mo, wasn't going TO murder anybody, but
I've got dried peas and salt in it, thatll sting
like humble bee if it hits"
And ye was going to fire that in the street.
right here on Fifth Avenue too?"
well, ifany on EN- mad ruined me down,
jest sartinly would"
where are yez stopping?"
"Over there at the Fifth avenue"
Then ye come across wild me, and We 90 to
the clerk of the hotel and tell him 10 disarm ye
of that thing mighty quick and lock it up, or I'll
be dimmed If won't have to pull We in, and I'd
lose me marning aft"
And he jumped the countryman double quick
across the path he had come and started him,
somewhat subdued but chuckling, on toward
the entranc of the hotel