St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1893-12-16
The dude IL what the dandy Wa
Raised TO the NJ degree:
A. odd Q human specimen
A. mortal eyes can see

And show himself admirtngly
To folks In town and street
Each nation has its special dude,
To certain features true;
But one may say-to steal joke
The Yankee dude'll do
-&Del Benton, In Once . Week.
JOHNSON'S DEBTOR.
II Was an Extraordinary Job 70
Collect from Him.
when o. NJ. Carter, now president
Of the American Loan & Trust COM
pany of Omaha. sold his post traders
Outflt ut the Rosebud Indian agency in
South Dakota to Charles Stemwinder
johnson, as Ed Hall used to call him,
there were some accounts on the books
which he threw in as uncollectable."
It was Col George Barry starting an
other story of his frontier life in the
cafe at the Lotus club the other even
ing after the coffee, says the New York
Sun.
SWELL. one time, after he'd got pretty
fairly we'll used to the redskins and
some of the surrounding territory. it
struck johnson one day that it would
be . good thing to collect some of
those uncollectablc bills Every cent
he got out OF them was clean
profit The worst man on the whole
list was q Frenchman named Buche,
who was ranging some cattle over
toward the head waters Of the south
fork of the White river. Carter had let
Buche run up bill Of one hundred and
sixty dollars, and he couldn't get .
cent of it.
I 'Courtis. the head clerk. who had
been at the post for years, told johnson
that il he could collect Buche's bill he
could get every dollar every other man
ON the Rosebud owed him. Well, one
day johnson got Buche ut the agency.
and jollied him along until Buche actu-
ally agreed to pay.
IL tell you vat, Zhonson,' the
Frenchman said, Il got some cattles
opon ze reevaire. II gif You some of zem
cattleA'
IAN right. Buche,' johnson said.
Jack Arkwright an I'll 60 up an get
'em some day before long
so they had q drink and Buche went
away. In ten minutes he'd changed his
mind about the cattle and concluded
not to pay the bill He bounced back
into Johnson's store and excitedly ex-
claimed:
- Thomson, Iseepszosc csttles N.Y.
self. don't tsink I gifts you 1ose cat
tleA Zose is my cattleS'
"'Al right, Buche. You can keep
your cattle said johnson. But the
cattle you gave me are niue. an Jack
Arkwright an I'll 20 up an get 'em
next Sunday
II det you ain goin' get zose cattles.
Nevaire! Zose is my cattles. Eh? I
keep zem. know. Eh? You see me?
! am Buche. Zose is my cattles. So. 1
keep zem. Vat you can do? Noxzing!
i know. Eat is . good cad. Zere Is
worse 'eads as zat in con-n-gres& Ehr
And out Of the store he strode
johnson saw him once or twice after
that before tho next Sunday and each
time said:
"I'll be down on Sunday for my
cattle
"Buche raved around the agency and
swore by all his vigorous oaths that
he'd fill johnson full Of Winchester
holes IL the trader made an effort to
get the cattle. So on Saturday John
son went to the agency building and had
Jack Arkwright sworn in rs deputy
United States marshal There isn't
very much law on an Indian reserva-
tion, and In most cases might IL right;
but Arkwright's long official title had
terrifying sort of sound to the half
breeds, and Jack thought himself only
second in importance to the president
He had Mexican, Indian and negro
blood in his veins, and was - fine .
specimen as you'll see in many . days
travel in that country of stalwart men.
Besides that he didn't understand how
to be afraid of anything. aud he be-
lieved that six-shooter Was made for
use rather than ornament
We'll. on Sunday morning johnson
and Arkwright. with his commission q |
deputy marshal and . herder. started
for Buche's headquarters seventy-five
miles away on the river. leaving Ruche
boiling around the agency and swear
ing all sorts Of things They rode
pretty hard, and made about sixty-dve
miles before sundown. They hadn't |
much more than gone into camp before
Buche came by riding like a whirlwind
with Winchester balanced on the sad
die in front of him.
BE down In the morning, Buche,'
shouted johnson. an get my cattle
with an angry shout, Buche rode on
toward his camp. Very early the next |
morning Johnson's party started They
made the ten miles to Buche's camp il
about IN hour, and couldn't find q sign
of lie.
"'Weu, I'm gormed.' said Jack Ark
wright, If the d. Frenchy hain't hid |
his cattle in the butte&'
They separated and began to hunt
for the cattle. While they were ut
work Buche came riding up 1t furious
gait from the Nebraska line. II turned |
out afterward that he'd been over after
the Cherry county regulators to help
him fight the cattle thievcA But the
first person he met after he got across
the line was . man whon he owed for
. wagon. The man spotted him for the
noney. and 6ushs 0sd tQv the yeassvs-
tieB sgaiM !